Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ 30_Psych ❯ Theme #14: Fixation ( Chapter 14 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title: Fixated
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red
)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #14, Fixation

Rating: PG
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: AU, Het, established relationship
 
Red took another lick of his chocolate fudge ice cream as he watched Lance talk to President Goodman. The man was very boring, but he was the President, so they all had to defer to his authority.
The black-haired teen thought this was very unfair, because he was very certain he hadn't voted for the man! He was too young to, anyways…
He sighed and watched as Lance wrapped up the discussion. When Goodman left, he watched as his wife closed her office door and began to draw warding symbols in the air. Several pieces of paper with esoteric symbols on them flew out of her long sleeves and pasted themselves onto the floor, ceiling, and walls.
“Is it that bad?” The young man asked with a smile.
She sighed. “He made a rather indecent proposition.”
“He did?”
“Yes. He rather…” Lance coughed, “Wanted me to become his wife, to show that he had the full support of the Gym System.”
 
“EEW!” Red almost dropped the remnants of his ice cream in shock. * Goodman proposed to her? *
“Yes, it is disgusting.” She reassured him.
He took a few deep breaths. “You did say no?”
“Of course I did, love. No need to worry. That man holds not an iota of attraction for me.” Lance grinned.
“I'm glad.” Red muttered, and climbed into her lap, still clutching his treat closely. The Dragon Master smirked.
“Are you feeling a bit possessive, love?”
“Only a little,” He scowled. “You're mine. I won't let anyone else have you!” His claret eyes burned brightly.
“Yes, I suppose I am.” She kissed him, tasting chocolate, and smiled. “You're such a child at times…”
“I thought you liked it.” He chirped.
“Oh, I do.” Lance purred. * I do, very much, dear… *
 
Red beamed, snuggling his face into the crook of Lance's shoulder. “Mine.”
“Yes.” His wife agreed, as she held Red close. Such a child, Red had never truly grown up, but as long as she was around to protect the Champion, nothing mattered but him.
She kissed him tenderly, and her husband grinned back.
As long as he had Lance, everything was all right. Besides, Goodman could go and proposition someone else! So there!
There were plenty of other attractive women out there. Lance hardly had any cleavage, and never dressed girlishly with all those petticoats and slinky silks and stuff. Erika was attractive in a traditional way, Clair was a wildcat and also of good bloodline, while Whitney was cute! The President could go bother someone else!
Red was hers, too, Lance thought, smiling possessively as she stroked his dark her. * Forever and ever… *
No one was going to take him away from her, by hook or by crook. She smiled.
 
End Fic
Completed 12/4/06
Edited 6/29/09
Talking about depression makes me depressed…
According to Freud, if normal psychosexual development is blocked, the individual may become fixated and continue to be preoccupied with gratification of the libido in a manner topical of an earlier time of life. For example, oral fixation might involve problems with eating, drinking or substance abuse, and issues of dependence on/independence from others.
And I am purposely not giving Red's age. He could be 18 and still naïve *cough*