The Writer
Sliding the key into the lock, Lelouch pushed open the door, the stack of files in his arms nearly toppling out of his hands.
Pulling his key out, he stepped inside the dark apartment, and kicked the door closed.
Readjusting his glasses, he peered inside.
It was hard to tell, but he was sure that the person he was looking for was nowhere to be found.
With a tired sigh, Lelouch made his way to the living room, and dropped the files on the cluttered couch.
He switched the light on, and groaned.
The apartment was a mess. Again.
He'd left it perfectly clean 3 days ago. He couldn't imagine how she'd gotten it this bad in only 3 days.
He made his way out of the room, towards the only closed door down the hall.
He knocked, but didn't receive a reply.
He grabbed the door, and pushed it open, only for it to stop about halfway.
"What the hell?" he muttered, trying again, unsuccessfully to open the door completely.
Pushing himself through the small amount of space, he found himself in an almost completely black room.
Fumbling for the switch, he blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light.
"Turn off the light."
A bundle underneath the covers moved, the voice muffled.
"You've got to me joking me. C.C, what the hell are you doing in bed? You've got work to be doing." Lelouch asked, irritation filling him as he took in the devastation that was her room.
She had clothes everywhere, and had started her own mini city of pizza boxes behind the door, which was what had stopped him from entering in the first place.
"I'm sleeping. How many times have I told you not to interrupt me when I'm sleeping." Her voice was still muffled beneath the sheets.
"And how many times have I told you I don't care. You have your next deadline in less then 2 weeks. You have a book tour coming up in 3 weeks, and you have a book signing tomorrow. You have no time to be resting. Now get up." Lelouch began picking up articles of clothes and rearranging things.
He continued this until the piles of clothes were gone, and he could finally see the floor.
He'd also piled all 24 boxes of pizza into one spot, before finally turning to the bed.
She hadn't moved an inch.
Walking to the window, he pulled the large curtains aside, and the sun came bursting in, filling the room in warm, bright light.
Then he went to the end of the bed, grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, and pulled as hard as he could.
The sheets came flying off C.C, and she cried out, almost as if in pain.
"Give them back!" C.C cried, turning her back to the window and curling into a ball.
Lelouch ignored the flush that rose on his cheeks as he took in her appearance, and focused on getting her up.
"No. I said get up. And are you wearing my shirt again? Where in the hell did you get it?" Lelouch inquired.
"From your closet, obviously." C.C responded, still curled up in a ball.
"When were you in my house?"
"Yesterday."
"Yesterday? I was home most of yesterday. Shirley came over for dinner and I spent most of the day cooking. She spent the night."
"I am aware. I was there."
Lelouch stood, staring confusedly at C.C for a moment. He distinctly remembered it being only him and Shirley. . . Unless . . .
"You mean you snuck into my house, and stayed there! What the hell!"
"Oh please. I had come over to give you something, and while I was there I decided to grab something clothes to use, since I obviously didn't have anything clean left at my place. While I was in the closet, you arrived. You started preparing dinner, and I thought I might as well stay for the free meal. That is, until Shirley arrived. While I know that she knows of our interesting relationship, I didn't think you would like me just walking out of your room, with some of your clothes, while you were in the middle of dinner. So I was very considerate and I went into the guest bedroom and took a nap. When I woke up, I noticed it was pretty quiet, so I though perhaps she'd left and you'd gone to sleep. That is, until I heard you two in your room."
Lelouch gaped at C.C's still curled figure.
"What!"
C.C peeked at through her arms at him, watching his red face stare disbelievingly at her.
"What? I didn't stay to watch, Lelouch. I'm not a pervert. I left. You never even noticed, and I didn't see anything. Not like I'd want to. The stuff you do in the bedroom probably wouldn't inspire me to write anything."
Lelouch closed his mouth, his lips coming into a thin line. The insult stung, but he let it go.
"I gave you the key to my house in case of an emergency."
"I told you I had something to give to you."
"Well, what was it?"
C.C remained silent for a moment.
"Hm, I can't seem to recall."
Lelouch huffed in annoyance.
"Well, did you at least leave it at my place?"
"No, I seemed to have forgotten whatever it was here."
"Your are utterly impossible."
"No one remembers everything, Lelouch. Not even you."
"If it was important enough to get you out of your apartment, only for you to forget what it was you were even going to bring, is not normal."
"Well, I'm sure that once you start cleaning, you'll find whatever it was I had intended to bring to you."
Lelouch felt his eye twitch.
"I'm not cleaning anything."
C.C snorted. "Yeah. Sure. Let's see how long it takes this time."
Lelouch dropped the sheets and left the room, going out to find a seat on the disaster that was her couch.
Yawning, C.C stretched, arching her toes and back, her hands reaching far back, touching the headboard.
She felt refreshed. Standing up, she didn't bother putting on more clothes, and instead made her way to the kitchen, and to the fridge. She glanced at Lelouch, sitting stiffly on a corner of her couch.
"Want some juice?" she asked.
"No." He replied curtly.
"Hn. Suit yourself." C.C opened the dishwasher, looking for a cup, but finding none.
She searched a little more, before finally finding a glass, sitting up on the tallest shelf in one of her cabinets.
She reached for it, but it was too far up. Standing on tiptoes, she tried again, but didn't quite get it. She started jumping, each time, brushing her fingers against the glass, but failing to actually grab it.
Meanwhile, Lelouch, whom had been determined to ignore C.C for as long as possible, couldn't help but turn to look into the kitchen to see what C.C was doing.
The soft slapping of her feet against the wooden floor had drawn his attention, as had the soft grunts.
There she was, jumping up and down, reaching for a cup that was out of her reach.
Lelouch would be a liar if he didn't admit that he enjoyed the view.
Her long hair bounced with every jump, sending the silky tresses up and flowing around her.
He had an excellent view of her legs, and since she hadn't bothered to put much on, the shirt, his shirt, lifted high enough to let him see the white underwear she had on.
He didn't see when she'd stopped jumping, therefore her voice startled him.
"Like what you see?" Her voice was teasing, and he found himself blushing.
"No." He replied automatically, turning his heated face away.
"Hn. Come." she said.
"Why?" He asked defensively.
"Because I want you to lift me up onto the counter and fuck me till I can't walk." She deadpanned, staring at him with a completely neutral expression.
He felt a flush of heat crawl up his neck, and he swallowed. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, he stood up.
"I hate when you say things like that." Lelouch muttered, walking into the kitchen and reaching over to easily pluck the glass off the shelf.
He gave her the cup. "Why didn't you just drink from the carton? You've done it before. I think that's the most exercise you've done in a month. "
"Maybe I was putting on a show for you." C.C replied smoothly, pouring some juice into her cup. Lelouch felt himself tensing, but she spoke again.
"Or maybe I just didn't think of it. Have fun cleaning the kitchen too." C.C didn't bother putting the juice away, she just slinked off to her bedroom with her cup in hand.
"I'm not cleaning after you!" Lelouch called.
She responded by shutting the door rather loudly.
Now that he was alone, Lelouch looked around and grimaced. He had work to do, and work he needed her to do. Which meant he couldn't exactly leave, and he absolutely couldn't work in such a messy environment.
Damn her to hell.
He started cleaning.
A/N:I have no business writing a new story, but this one just sort of screamed 'write me!'
Review to let me know if I should keep going! :)