Title: Kiss the Cook
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #5, Strawberry Jam

Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Het


"… What are you doing?"

Lance turned around, causing Red to gape at the sight of the pink frilly apron fastened over her dark bodysuit. There was something so very, very wrong with that sight. One hand was holding a wooden spoon, and the other a pot half-full of dark red liquid, still bubbling.

"Cooking of course. What does it look like?"

"B-But the apron…" Red spluttered. "It makes you look so girly."

"You're saying that like it's a bad thing…"

"I-It's not?" Red asked, feeling a bit claustrophobic as Lance leaned in closer. His back hit the wall as he gulped.

It wasn't that he didn't think his lover was damnably sexy, but with the way she was circling, it was a safe bet to say that he was in trouble.


"Taste." Lance smiled, as she offered the spoon. Red blinked owlishly for a second. What … he hadn't even known Lance could cook. Well, it mattered little now… and it was the thought that counted, wasn't it?

He screwed his eyes up as Lance slipped the spoon into his mouth. His taste buds exploded in a flurry of sensation and his eyes shot open.

Lance smirked. "Well?"

"It's… strawberry?" He guessed.

"Mmhmm," She kissed him then, taking Red's breath away as he sagged bonelessly. Red's eyes glazed over slightly, as Lance pulled away.

"… I just thought the apron looked cute?" He offered, watching Lance stir.

"Indeed." His wife sounded amused.

And that was that.


End Fic

Completed 7/24/06

Edited 3/24/09

Yay for drabbles! Lance in an apron… yes, that's a scary thought isn't it? Especially a frilly one!

Lance: *Sighs*

Phantomness: ^^