The former Champion lay sprawled across the sheets, red hair mussed with sweat and sex. He didn't stir as the new Champion shifted into a more upright position, gazing around the room with amusement.
Really, Lance was as crazy as the dragon pokemon he trained. The apartment was spacious and richly decorated, though it was probably to Lance's credit that he hadn't stacked all the ornaments under the bed so that he could sleep on his hoard of treasures. Who needed this much gold and brocade?
Gold pushed his dark hair back, peering past the windowsill to smirk at the dragonite stretched across the rooftop outside. The chubby orange pokemon rumbled disapprovingly, turning away from the window.
Gold smothered his laughter behind one hand, glancing over at his companion. Lance slumbered on, the fingers of one hand digging into the bedsheets as he frowned at some phantom dream.
The smirk slipped back into place as Gold studied Lance's sleeping form. He doubted this was what Kris had meant when she'd told him he should try riding a dragon.
Well, okay, he knew it wasn't what Kris had meant.
The look on her face was going to be priceless.
