He'd let down his guard. Sleeping there like a defenseless child -who would've thought it possible that this innocent could hold so much anger and cold logic. Walking closer, his features were now seen clearly, closed lids over feline eyes that she knew showed none of his intentions yet glimmered so with the intensity of his emotions. Moving closer still, her eyes roamed over his white skin before falling onto his lips. It looked so pliant when not contorted into a smirk or grimace. It was a very handsome face. C.C. moved her face closer, aware that the nearness wasn't at all unsettling.
What
if...The question faded, her sudden
desire pulled back. She had been but a breath away from touching.
Slowly backing away, she then lay on the bed. Closing her eyes, she
let sleep take her, her fingers for but a moment touched her
lips.Lelouch
opened his eyes. A dream? He'd felt warmth coming towards him.
Someone, only a breath away. His eyes roamed the room before laying
them on the figure lying on his bed. Soft flowing hair framed a pale
face that showed peace in opposition to the usual arrogance that it
carried. His eyes touched on her fingers. Looking closely at the lips
that it had touched, the question came in through a dreamy
haze. What if...