A/N: Allright, so this'll be my first multi-chaptered fic. Yay! It takes place during one day, and there will be a lemon eventually. I'll update pretty fast, I think (and hope), and in no way will I update as slow as I did when I wrote Grounded. Sooo... here it is!

Please also bear in mind that english is not my first language, and I apologize if I have overlooked any grammatical errors.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. All rights goes to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Though if I did I'd be freakin' STOKED.

Enjoy!

The Art Of Seduction


I wake up as usual before the alarm clock rings, and as always, I turn it off before snuggling into my duvet once again, relishing in the feeling of beeing surrounded by warmth and softness. I love this moment every morning. Where I can just relax and think about everything and nothing. However, this morning is completely different. The time that's showing itself on the clock is the same, and so is the room and the sleeping, handsome frenchman next to me. The only thing different is a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach, and it's a little too overwhelming to ignore. I know this feeling, however. I've had it many times before. I think everybody would if their partner was Christophe DeLorne. But I've never had this feeling in the morning. I'm usually feeling a little spent from the night before, if you know what I mean. But not today. The only question is why?

Oh. Now I remember. The little 'episode', if you even can call it that, from last night.

"Christophe, please stop," I begged with a whining voice. "I'm too tired."

That didn't seem to scare my lover away. Not at all. He just lifted my duvet up so that it covered us both, and snuggled close to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I could feel the heat of his breath as he started to kiss the backside of my neck, in an attempt to get me to change my mind. But he wasn't gonna win this one. I'd had a hard day, and I was God damn tired! Normally, I'd already be in the mood for some dirty fun, but I just couldn't find the energy tonight, and he'd better respect that!

"Christophe, I mean it," I said, my whining tone from before being replaced by a sterner one. "Not tonight."

That seemed to work. He finally backed off, and I could hear him step out of the bed and head for the bathroom. I knew what he was going to do. Christophe's always had a high sex drive, and normally I don't complain. We usually have sex about 2 times a day on average, but often more. Today had just been a real exhausting day for me, and so none of us had gotten any sort of release today. I knew he had been frustrated the whole day, and I felt a slight pang of guilt. I quickly pushed the feeling away. Just because we were a couple didn't mean I was going to put out whenever he wanted, dammit! It was my body, after all.

I closed my eyes and fell to sleep to the sounds of my sexually frustrated lover giving himself a much needed release in our bathroom. Just before I drifted off into dreamland I remember having the thought that one single day without sex wouldn't do him any harm.

Huh. Isn't that ironic? I deny him sex, yet it's me feeling incredibly horny. I look down and see that I'm also pitching a tent. Great.

I turn to my side to look at Christophe. He's sleeping only in boxers as usual. Furthermore, his duvet only covers the most strategic place, and so it basically looks like he's lying fully naked. Unable to control my gaze, it wanders down my French sex-gods body. I can feel my dick twich as I greedily eye up his strong arms and broad shoulders, his muscular chest and his well defined abdominal muscles. I feel a strong urge to kiss every inch of his taut, tanned flesh. He looks so fucking good, like he's inviting me to get on top of him, and that fact isn't exactly helping the boner I'm currently sporting.

Just as I'm thinking about taking matter into my own hands and solve my little 'problem' myself, he starts moving around a bit. He grunts quietly, then flips over so that we're laying face to face. He slowly opens his eyes to look at me, his deep, brown gaze penetrating my own blue one. He smiles at me, and I can't help but to feel relieved that he's not angry with me for denying him sex last night.

"Good morneeng, mon cheri," he says, caressing my arm gently. The feeling of his fingers lightly brushing my sensitive skin, and the fact that I'm currently ready to blow my load if the wind caressed me in just the right way, is making me shudder, and I can feel goosebumps forming on my skin. I'm getting way too excited by this, I mean, he barely touching me, but I can practically feel the blood rush through my veins at an incredible speed. I'm just praying to God that he doesn't discover my now full-blown erection.

To both my relief and disappointment he moves away from me and gets out of bed, and I decide to follow suit. I really need to brush my teeth and take a shower. Maybe that can get my mind off of troublesome 'Little Gregory'.

When I enter the bathroom, Christophe's already there, getting undressed. I can't help but to sneak-peak at him as he does so, and I eye him hungrily as he steps into the shower and turns the water on. I feel my cock throb at the thought of all the naughty things we could do in that shower. The thought of him all wet and soaped in is making my heart pound. As ashamed as am to admit it, I might as well realize that I need him to fuck me. I'm feeling a little embarrassed that I can't go without sex for one damn day without becoming as wanton as Kenny himself.

But feeling embarrassed won't help me now. I'll just have to drop some subtle hints to Christophe, so he knows what I want. I'll seduce him, that's what I'll do.

While I'm making this decision, Christophe steps out of the shower again. He dries himself off and puts a white towel around waist. He sends me a grin before leaving the bathroom.

Stepping into the shower, I sigh lowly at the feeling of hot water on my skin. So, I'm gonna seduce Christophe, eh? That actually sounds like a good plan. Only... I have absolutely no idea on how to seduce someone! Coming to think of it, it's always Christophe seducing me, not the other way around. And I can't even just go and do the same things that he does, due to our different sexual natures. It would look weird if the little uke pushed his big, muscular seme up against the wall and made him moan and beg, wouldn't it?

Well, I could walk around naked when I get out of the shower. That's a pretty good start, isn't it? Yes, it is. I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I dry myself off and toss the towel to the side, leaving the bathroom.

On my way back to our room, I luckily run into Christophe, who is already dressed. He stops and eyes me for a second, and I really hope that this is all it takes for him to carry me into the bedroom and ravish me. Or just here in the hallway would be fine as well. Up against the wall...

It looks like this is it! He leans forward...

"I zeenk you should 'urry up and get some clozes on before you catch a cold, mon amour," he says, giving me a quick peck on the lips before heading to the kitchen.

Dammit.

When I enter the bedroom once again, I decide to take my frustration out on my matress. I punch it like a sandbag as hard as I possibly can. I abuse it for several minutes before I notice that the old lady in the apartment building next to ours is standing in the window, looking at me in shock. What the hell is she staring at? Has she never seen a fully naked, sexually frustrated Brit taking out his anger on his bedroom furniture? Forgetting all my manners, I flip her off in a way that would have made Craig proud of me, and growling I draw the curtains closed to protect my naked form from further staring from curious neighbours. I suddenly realize that I'm freezing. It would be a good time to get dressed, I think.

After getting dressed, I join Christophe in the kitchen. He's eating omelet and drinking black coffee, his eyes currently focused on the newspaper in front of him. Alright, then. I've heard that kitchen sex should be good fun.

As I'm preparing my breakfast, I try as hard as I can to get Christophe to notice that I'm in heat. Looking for a plate and a tea-cup, I bend over as much as I can, strutting with my bottom as much as my spine will allow me. Sadly, my french lover seems to be completely oblivious to me egging him on, and just continues to eat his breakfast and read his newspaper.

Disappointed once again, I sit down at the table in front of Christophe. As I'm eating my cornflakes and fresh fruit, my eyes fixate on Christophe's hands as he eats and turns the sides in his newspaper. I'm absolutely enchanted by them.

I've always liked Christophe's hands. They're big, strong and calloused. Nice, masculine hands. But today is not like any other day. Right now I'm not just liking the sight of his hands, I'm getting directly turned on by it. Oh great, so now I've got a hand-fetish too? I can't help myself, though. Just the mere thought of all the things he could do to me with those hands...

"I zeenk I'd better be goeeng, Gregory," he says, standing up. I suppress a groan of disappointment. I blew my chance. He's not gonna get back before tonight, and tonight just seems like a million years from now. In the state I'm in it does, anyway.

"Allright, darling," I say, trying to sound as cheerful as always. I follow him to the door so that I can lock it after him.

"See you tonight," he says, kissing my lips softly. I try to suppress a moan at the contact I've been needing so badly the whole morning. But, just as quick as the kiss began, it stops again, and he's gone. Life's a bitch sometimes, wouldn't you agree?

As I walk back into the empty apartment, I know something needs to be done. Something drastic. I sit down on the couch, and think intensely for a couple of minutes. I search every single little nook and corner of my brain. Then I can feel a small smirk slowly forming on my lips.

You just wait until you get home, Christophe DeLorne, I think. Cause tonight the tables will be turned. Tonight you'll be the one getting seduced, whether you like it or not!


A/N: So what do you think? Was it good or was it crap, and would you like me to continue? Thank you so much for reading. And please review. Reviews make me sooo happy.