What I Want

Kurunugi Suzaku was sure that helping Princess Euphemia move into her new apartment was not in his job description. As her personal Knight, he was obliged to cater to her whims. But to be pulled out of school for this struck him as ridiculous. He had half-listened to her cheerful chatter about how knowledge is power and that his knowing about her new address was important so that he could protect her brown-haired did not really have an idea on what she truly wanted. (But he was quite sure that she liked seeing him toil and trouble instead of hiring movers to do this.)

He finished fitting a bookshelf up on the wall. Green eyes were pleased as he noticed the reflection of a certain pink-haired princess standing at the doorway on an ornate full-length mirror. Euphemia's blue eyes were sparkling which complimented her bright pink hair. On a simple sundress and sandals, he believed that he could see a pretty girl instead of a princess. Pretending not to notice her, he removed his shirt. He had to move a few pieces of furniture anyway and he was so sweaty...

"Suzaku-kun," Euphie said, turning red. She approached him just when he tried to adjust the bookshelf. Surprised, he turned to her and lost his footing. The next thing they knew she was lying under him and he was on top of her. Red roses bloomed on her cheeks when she realized how handsome Suzaku looked up close. She could smell his warm and manly scent- a different aroma from Cornelia's perfume and Schneizel's aftershave...

"I'm sorry, Princess!" he said immediately. The brown-haired young man tried to get up but she pulled him down. His eyes widened when he realized that she was holding him. "I ought to get up. I'm sorry I slipped."

"Euphie," she corrected him automatically. Her delicious giggles filled the air. Suzaku felt her arms tighten around him. "It's all right... I want to be here. I want to be with you here."

Suzaku pulled back when she loosened her hold. Then his green eyes immediately closed when he felt her lips catch his. The fragrance of roses assaulted his senses, making him feel weak. She was so soft and so warm. Her innocent insistence and tender exploration was his undoing. Just when he thought that Euphemia knew only love, he was pleasantly surprised. Sometimes a princess needed to mix in love with lust.

He pulled all of his sanity together and smiled against her lips. "Euphie, do you know what we're doing?"

"It's what I really want," she answered with a suggestive smile. She pulled him closer and nuzzled his neck. "I sent them away and locked the doors. When you're here, I'm safe. This is my house and we're safe. I really want this..."

When he pressed kisses on her fragrant alabaster throat, she threw her head back and gasped. His hands clumsily undid yards of ribbons to free masses of pink hair. (His thoughts scrambled and scattered; he couldn't help but think that she had enough hair for two people.) She fumbled with his belt and the buttons of his jeans. Their kisses were sweet and hurried and full of pleasurable promises.

It was her tight embrace and sweet little lips that convinced him that she really wanted to actually make love with him.

Suzaku was obliged to cater to her every whim and that included this. He was suddenly grateful that he was able and ready to give everything she wanted.