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"For a Sleigh Ride Together" for Avioletqueen
Title: For A Sleigh Ride Together
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
straightforwardly
Rating: G
Verse: Main Games, Generation I
Characters/Pairings: Red/Leaf/Green
Summary: Leafkidnaps takes Red and Green on a vacation to a semi-secluded, snowy cabin. Affectionate bickering, Stantler sleigh rides, and cuddling ensues.
"Okay," Leaf said, letting the last of the luggage thump onto the floor of the cabin. "Now you're just being grumpy for the sake of it."
In the background, Red wandered past the pile of luggage, and sat down on the bed with their Pokémon.
"I am not being grumpy," Green argued. "Some of us actually have jobs—"
"Hey, I have a job!" Leaf protested.
"Real jobs," Green continued without skipping a beat, "and can't afford to go running off at every opportunity—"
Leaf threw a pillow at his face. It missed by a mile, if "missed by a mile" could be defined as "Green barely ducked in time".
While he was spluttering, Leaf took the opportunity to retaliate.
"I have a real job. I get paid; ergo, it is real. Besides," she said, warming to her subject, "you can't fool me. You ditch your gym all the time—"
"I do not—"
"Who do you think Bonita calls when he can't find you? He has my number memorized—"
"That's not—"
"And," Leaf said, cutting through his protests with an air of triumph, "I know for a fact that you want to be here. If you didn't, you wouldn't have come at all. You would've holed up in your gym and sulked about us leaving you behind all week instead."
Green spluttered incoherently.
Red chose that moment to speak up. "Leaf's right."
"...Lousy traitor," Green muttered.
Leaf preened.
*
Some hours later found Green adjusting his scarf with a frown. The thing was hideous. Eevee made for a much better ornament. But Leaf had insisted they wear them since, she claimed, it was "the least we can do, since Red put so much effort into making them!"
Privately, Green suspected that Leaf, not Red had knitted— crocheted? whichever; he was fairly certain there was no difference anyways— them, if only because they looked more like lumps of fraying yarn than anything else, and Red was so freakishly good at everything that Green would not be surprised to learn that it applied to knitting-crocheting-whatever as well.
Then again, Red had not protested when Leaf attributed the things' creation to him. And it was kind of amusing to think of Red, the Great Pokémon Trainer, Champion of Kanto and Defeater of Team Rocket, being stymied by some pieces of metal and yarn.
Green changed his mind with a grin. Red had definitely made the scarves.
A touch to his elbow brought him out of his musings; he looked up to meet Red's gaze. Just beyond him, Leaf stood by the doorway, her hand already set on the doorknob.
"Ready?" Red asked, his voice quiet.
Instead of responding, Green glanced over his shoulder, his hand unconsciously reaching up to adjust his scarf again.
Eevee looked up from where she was idly batting one of Bulbasaur's vines. When she met Green's gaze, she let out an encouraging mewling sound.
"She'll be fine," Leaf said, her voice coming out somehow both exasperated and fond.
Green turned back to them, crossing his arms. "Pikachu has shocked her before," he said, a tad defensively.
Red blinked at him. "That was an accident."
"How do you know that?" Green cast another suspicious look at Pikachu, who gazed back at him with an air of perfect innocence. Green wasn't fooled. It had taken days for the singed smell to leave Eevee's fur.
Leaf huffed, then lifted her head. "Red—?"
Red nodded, and the next thing Green knew, Leaf had opened the door and Red was— firmly— guiding him out into the snow.
The cool night air bite at his cheeks; with the snow still softly drifting down, clinging to the boughs of the surrounding pines, it looked like a scene straight out of a winter painting.
Complete with the Stantler hitched to a sleigh bedecked with bells and holly.
Green stared. "How long has that been waiting there?"
Leaf grinned, shutting the cabin door behind her. "I did say that you should hurry up, didn't I?"
*
They managed to pile into the sleigh with minimal fuss. Green took the middle, at Leaf's insistence, and she climbed in after him, after one last check to make sure that the cabin was locked. Once they'd settled in, the thick blanket tucked around their shoulders, the driver took up his reins, and the Stantler began to move, the bells attached to their halters jangling softly with every step.
Some time into the ride, Leaf began to shiver.
"You can't be cold," Green said, with some disbelief. "This blanket weighs about a hundred pounds. Red is sweating buckets."
This was not entirely true, but Green did spy some droplets of sweat beading at his temples. He suspected the only reason why Red hadn't shoved off the blanket entirely was because it would make it colder for he and Leaf.
"I'm not c-cold." A sheepish look crossed Leaf's face as her teeth clacked together despite herself. "Okay, m-maybe a little bit."
Any teasing words Green might have said fled. He studied her for a moment, a slight frown etched on his face.
"Switch with me," he said. "Red's a freaking heater— you'd be more comfortable."
"You don't need to—" Leaf started, but Green cut her off.
"Even Red's with me on this— right?" he asked, glancing over at Red to check.
Red nodded, and, from under the blanket, reached across the seat for a brief clasp of Leaf's hand.
Green didn't think the flush on Leaf's cheeks was entirely because of the cold. "I— oh, alright then. Move your butt over."
It took some awkward maneuvering, and at least one incident in which someone's elbow knocked into Green's cheek—("Sorry!" Leaf squeaked.
"That was my face!" Green squawked)— which netted them some half-concerned, half-baffled looks from their driver, but eventually Leaf managed to clamber over Green's lap and settle in to the middle of the seat.
"Mm," Leaf hummed, curling up into Red. Her arm, where it pressed against Green's, felt chilled, though it was rapidly warming up. "You are really warm."
"It must've been all that time he spent on Mount Silver." Almost as soon as he said it, Green wished he hadn't. The words felt heavy on his tongue, as though the subject was still too near to joke about.
If either Leaf or Red felt similarly, they didn't show it. Leaf snorted. "Spending time on snowy mountains now gives people immunity to the cold?"
"Of course," Green said, still uneasy but unable to resist the opportunity to tease her. "Which is why you're the only one who's cold— I visited him all the time, so I picked up a little of that immunity too."
"Hey!" Leaf shot him a sour look. "I visited him too, y'know."
"Not enough, apparently," Green said, a tag smugly. "You wouldn't be freezing otherwise."
Leaf stuck her tongue out at him; he responded in kind. Red's face was placid, but Green couldn't shake the feeling that he was laughing at the two of them.
For a few moments, silence reigned.
Then Leaf spoke again. "I'm glad we left the Pokémon in the cabin," she said, her voice soft and serious. "Bulbasaur would be ice out here."
Green grimaced at the reminder. Who knew what that Pikachu was doing without anyone there to supervise...
Not that he thought Eevee couldn't take care of herself. But she did always have that annoying soft spot for the rat. And there was that pesky fact that she— much like Green himself— had never defeated him in a battle.
As though he were reading Green's thoughts, Red made an amused sound.
"Hey!" Green protested, shooting him a distinctly offended look.
Before things could escalate further, Leaf cut in. "Be quiet," she ordered, "and enjoy the scenery."
Telling Red to be quiet was a bit redundant, Green thought, but he obeyed, if only because Leaf had a point. Their surroundings were quite pretty, like something out of a fairy tale. There were too many clouds to see the stars, but the snow kept falling, softly and steadily. Only the jangling of the bells attached to the halters and the sleigh interrupted the hush that fell over them.
They remained like that, silent, watching, and curled into each other, all through the rest of the ride.
*
The sleigh dropped them off at the cabin again, just as it had picked them up. Green supposed that that was just the sort of treatment Champions, Gym Leaders, and more-famous-than-he'd-ever-admit-to-her-face travel writers got.
Leaf tipped their driver, and then, with drooping eyes and cold-flushed cheeks, they stumbled into the cabin.
The light flickered on, and Green's eyes immediately focused on the end of their bed, where all three of their Pokémon lay, fast-asleep. Two of Bulbasaur's vines laid over Eevee and Pikachu in a gentle cradle; not a single singe-mark could be seen.
"Shut up," Green said immediately.
Red blinked at him.
Leaf chuckled, a sound made slow and soft by drowsiness. Pink dashed across Green's cheeks, and he raised his head, ready for any of her teasing words.
They never came.
Instead, Leaf stepped towards him, and leaned up to kiss the cheek she had elbowed earlier.
"You're lucky I love you, you idiot," she muttered fondly, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Both of you," she added, her voice muffled by Green's shirt.
Someone— Red— tugged at his scarf, and let it slither to the floor. His arms slid around Green's waist as he dropped a kiss on the nape of his neck.
Green shivered, though not from the cold.
"Yeah," he said, his voice a bit choked, and buried his face in Leaf's hair.
While he'd never tell Leaf— it wouldn't do to encourage her, after all— at that moment, Green couldn't help but think that this vacation wasn't a completely terrible idea.
Author:
straightforwardlyRating: G
Verse: Main Games, Generation I
Characters/Pairings: Red/Leaf/Green
Summary: Leaf
"Okay," Leaf said, letting the last of the luggage thump onto the floor of the cabin. "Now you're just being grumpy for the sake of it."
In the background, Red wandered past the pile of luggage, and sat down on the bed with their Pokémon.
"I am not being grumpy," Green argued. "Some of us actually have jobs—"
"Hey, I have a job!" Leaf protested.
"Real jobs," Green continued without skipping a beat, "and can't afford to go running off at every opportunity—"
Leaf threw a pillow at his face. It missed by a mile, if "missed by a mile" could be defined as "Green barely ducked in time".
While he was spluttering, Leaf took the opportunity to retaliate.
"I have a real job. I get paid; ergo, it is real. Besides," she said, warming to her subject, "you can't fool me. You ditch your gym all the time—"
"I do not—"
"Who do you think Bonita calls when he can't find you? He has my number memorized—"
"That's not—"
"And," Leaf said, cutting through his protests with an air of triumph, "I know for a fact that you want to be here. If you didn't, you wouldn't have come at all. You would've holed up in your gym and sulked about us leaving you behind all week instead."
Green spluttered incoherently.
Red chose that moment to speak up. "Leaf's right."
"...Lousy traitor," Green muttered.
Leaf preened.
*
Some hours later found Green adjusting his scarf with a frown. The thing was hideous. Eevee made for a much better ornament. But Leaf had insisted they wear them since, she claimed, it was "the least we can do, since Red put so much effort into making them!"
Privately, Green suspected that Leaf, not Red had knitted— crocheted? whichever; he was fairly certain there was no difference anyways— them, if only because they looked more like lumps of fraying yarn than anything else, and Red was so freakishly good at everything that Green would not be surprised to learn that it applied to knitting-crocheting-whatever as well.
Then again, Red had not protested when Leaf attributed the things' creation to him. And it was kind of amusing to think of Red, the Great Pokémon Trainer, Champion of Kanto and Defeater of Team Rocket, being stymied by some pieces of metal and yarn.
Green changed his mind with a grin. Red had definitely made the scarves.
A touch to his elbow brought him out of his musings; he looked up to meet Red's gaze. Just beyond him, Leaf stood by the doorway, her hand already set on the doorknob.
"Ready?" Red asked, his voice quiet.
Instead of responding, Green glanced over his shoulder, his hand unconsciously reaching up to adjust his scarf again.
Eevee looked up from where she was idly batting one of Bulbasaur's vines. When she met Green's gaze, she let out an encouraging mewling sound.
"She'll be fine," Leaf said, her voice coming out somehow both exasperated and fond.
Green turned back to them, crossing his arms. "Pikachu has shocked her before," he said, a tad defensively.
Red blinked at him. "That was an accident."
"How do you know that?" Green cast another suspicious look at Pikachu, who gazed back at him with an air of perfect innocence. Green wasn't fooled. It had taken days for the singed smell to leave Eevee's fur.
Leaf huffed, then lifted her head. "Red—?"
Red nodded, and the next thing Green knew, Leaf had opened the door and Red was— firmly— guiding him out into the snow.
The cool night air bite at his cheeks; with the snow still softly drifting down, clinging to the boughs of the surrounding pines, it looked like a scene straight out of a winter painting.
Complete with the Stantler hitched to a sleigh bedecked with bells and holly.
Green stared. "How long has that been waiting there?"
Leaf grinned, shutting the cabin door behind her. "I did say that you should hurry up, didn't I?"
*
They managed to pile into the sleigh with minimal fuss. Green took the middle, at Leaf's insistence, and she climbed in after him, after one last check to make sure that the cabin was locked. Once they'd settled in, the thick blanket tucked around their shoulders, the driver took up his reins, and the Stantler began to move, the bells attached to their halters jangling softly with every step.
Some time into the ride, Leaf began to shiver.
"You can't be cold," Green said, with some disbelief. "This blanket weighs about a hundred pounds. Red is sweating buckets."
This was not entirely true, but Green did spy some droplets of sweat beading at his temples. He suspected the only reason why Red hadn't shoved off the blanket entirely was because it would make it colder for he and Leaf.
"I'm not c-cold." A sheepish look crossed Leaf's face as her teeth clacked together despite herself. "Okay, m-maybe a little bit."
Any teasing words Green might have said fled. He studied her for a moment, a slight frown etched on his face.
"Switch with me," he said. "Red's a freaking heater— you'd be more comfortable."
"You don't need to—" Leaf started, but Green cut her off.
"Even Red's with me on this— right?" he asked, glancing over at Red to check.
Red nodded, and, from under the blanket, reached across the seat for a brief clasp of Leaf's hand.
Green didn't think the flush on Leaf's cheeks was entirely because of the cold. "I— oh, alright then. Move your butt over."
It took some awkward maneuvering, and at least one incident in which someone's elbow knocked into Green's cheek—("Sorry!" Leaf squeaked.
"That was my face!" Green squawked)— which netted them some half-concerned, half-baffled looks from their driver, but eventually Leaf managed to clamber over Green's lap and settle in to the middle of the seat.
"Mm," Leaf hummed, curling up into Red. Her arm, where it pressed against Green's, felt chilled, though it was rapidly warming up. "You are really warm."
"It must've been all that time he spent on Mount Silver." Almost as soon as he said it, Green wished he hadn't. The words felt heavy on his tongue, as though the subject was still too near to joke about.
If either Leaf or Red felt similarly, they didn't show it. Leaf snorted. "Spending time on snowy mountains now gives people immunity to the cold?"
"Of course," Green said, still uneasy but unable to resist the opportunity to tease her. "Which is why you're the only one who's cold— I visited him all the time, so I picked up a little of that immunity too."
"Hey!" Leaf shot him a sour look. "I visited him too, y'know."
"Not enough, apparently," Green said, a tag smugly. "You wouldn't be freezing otherwise."
Leaf stuck her tongue out at him; he responded in kind. Red's face was placid, but Green couldn't shake the feeling that he was laughing at the two of them.
For a few moments, silence reigned.
Then Leaf spoke again. "I'm glad we left the Pokémon in the cabin," she said, her voice soft and serious. "Bulbasaur would be ice out here."
Green grimaced at the reminder. Who knew what that Pikachu was doing without anyone there to supervise...
Not that he thought Eevee couldn't take care of herself. But she did always have that annoying soft spot for the rat. And there was that pesky fact that she— much like Green himself— had never defeated him in a battle.
As though he were reading Green's thoughts, Red made an amused sound.
"Hey!" Green protested, shooting him a distinctly offended look.
Before things could escalate further, Leaf cut in. "Be quiet," she ordered, "and enjoy the scenery."
Telling Red to be quiet was a bit redundant, Green thought, but he obeyed, if only because Leaf had a point. Their surroundings were quite pretty, like something out of a fairy tale. There were too many clouds to see the stars, but the snow kept falling, softly and steadily. Only the jangling of the bells attached to the halters and the sleigh interrupted the hush that fell over them.
They remained like that, silent, watching, and curled into each other, all through the rest of the ride.
*
The sleigh dropped them off at the cabin again, just as it had picked them up. Green supposed that that was just the sort of treatment Champions, Gym Leaders, and more-famous-than-he'd-ever-admit-to-her-face travel writers got.
Leaf tipped their driver, and then, with drooping eyes and cold-flushed cheeks, they stumbled into the cabin.
The light flickered on, and Green's eyes immediately focused on the end of their bed, where all three of their Pokémon lay, fast-asleep. Two of Bulbasaur's vines laid over Eevee and Pikachu in a gentle cradle; not a single singe-mark could be seen.
"Shut up," Green said immediately.
Red blinked at him.
Leaf chuckled, a sound made slow and soft by drowsiness. Pink dashed across Green's cheeks, and he raised his head, ready for any of her teasing words.
They never came.
Instead, Leaf stepped towards him, and leaned up to kiss the cheek she had elbowed earlier.
"You're lucky I love you, you idiot," she muttered fondly, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Both of you," she added, her voice muffled by Green's shirt.
Someone— Red— tugged at his scarf, and let it slither to the floor. His arms slid around Green's waist as he dropped a kiss on the nape of his neck.
Green shivered, though not from the cold.
"Yeah," he said, his voice a bit choked, and buried his face in Leaf's hair.
While he'd never tell Leaf— it wouldn't do to encourage her, after all— at that moment, Green couldn't help but think that this vacation wasn't a completely terrible idea.
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