Disclaimer: I do not own IKEMEN Revolution or its characters; that right belongs to the Cybrid team and game designers.

Author's Notes: Here is the first in this series… I have stepped away from almost all the Shall We Date? Games as NTT SOLMARE just has no care for them anymore and won't update and is closing them out. And this is dedicated to my OTOME GALS! Thank you for the corruption and inspiration!

He was not in a good mood, nope. It had been three months since the battle in Central Cradle, and the Red Army had won, unifying everyone. Amon Jabberwok had been taken care of efficiently, and Alice had stayed. That, there, was the problem. She had confessed to him, and here he was, yet there had been little to no time to be alone together, even though she slept in the room adjoining his.

Giving a small sigh as he gave a little, polite smile to the Noble, who was currently demanding his attention. Then, again, he was having a hard time paying attention to the man. Not when the object of his thoughts was being swirled across the dance floor in a dress, he was sure Jonah had a hand in picking out, or outright, designing. It looked amazing on Alice, as he watched her warm, honey-brown hair shine from the high bun on top of her head.

It had been breathtaking to see Alice enter the ballroom in the sweetheart, corset topped, princess ball gown. The red and white colors accentuated with Gold ribbon and trim highlighting her pale skin, bringing out a rosy blush that had silenced the whole room for a few seconds. When her eyes had caught him, that small, innocent smile, she flashed him had him wanting to go to her. Of course, obstacles (in the form of the nobles) prevented him as Lancelot had watched as Alice was spirited away to the dance floor by none other than Edgar.

"Your highness?"

Blinking his blue eyes slowly, as he looked down at the shorter man. His lips pulled into a frown, making the man step back a step.

"I understand what you are saying, and while I appreciate the offer, I will wait a bit longer," He replied coldly.

The way the man and the others seemed to take offense to his words had him narrowing his eyes. After the incident in the Tower of Magic, Kyle had confirmed he had no magic anymore. And that had become a well-guarded secret. Though it still pleased the dark part of him to see them all flinch from the intimidation.

With a short bow to excuse himself, Lancelot Kingsley made his way towards the Dance Floor. It was a simple waltz being played, one of his favorites. And he wanted to dance with Alice, who was currently in Luka's arms, Jonah's little brother. It was odd to see the young man smiling so openly as he twirled Alice in time to the music.

"Ah, your majesty Lancelot! A moment please!"

Keeping his face blank, so his irritation didn't show, he turned and looked as the small group of ministers descended upon him. And he knew what topic they wanted to touch upon.

Lancelot was glad to be done with his duties for the day finally. Shutting his bedroom door and letting out a sigh of relief as he made his way towards his bed, divesting himself of his clothes. His mood was still sour at being constantly accosted and unable to dance (at least once) with Alice. Who had disappeared a few hours ago? Kyle had told him she was tired, and her feet hurt from the shoes when he had gotten the chance to ask about it.

Pausing briefly to remove his shoes, jacket, and tie, Lancelot stiffened at muted muttering. Turning his head, he saw the door that connected his rooms, and Alice's was ajar, and the light was filtering through the crack. Feeling a bit curious, as Alice was supposed to be sleeping, according to Kyle, Lancelot made his way towards the door. His steps only faltered a little at the lowly hissed language he heard.

His curiosity further piqued, he opened the door a fraction more to look into the dimly lit room. He had to quickly smother the need to laugh as he watched as Alice reached behind her back to try (keyword try) and grab the ties to the dress's corset top. Her body was swaying, twisting, and contorting with each failed attempt. Though it allowed him to appreciate the clean, simple lines of her back, and the way flowed into the swell of her hips.

"Dammit, stupid son-of-a! When I get a hold of you, I will tear you to shreds and stomp all over your corpse!"

Feeling his eyebrows jump on his forehead, Lancelot pressed his lips into a thin line and slipped silently into the room. Glad that she was so focused on what she was trying to do that she was unaware of his presence. So, when she stepped back and bumped against his chest, Lancelot was treated to a shocked gasp as her head tilted back to reveal wide blue eyes.

"Your majesty?"

Her choice of words made him frown as he rested his hands on her bare shoulders, appreciating the feel of her soft skin. It made him realize that he had missed touching her for the past three months. An idea, based on his sudden need, danced across the forefront of his mind.

"Would you like some help, Alice?"

The way her eyes grew wider as she considered his offer had him tensing. When her head bobbed once as a faint, rosy blush graced her cheeks, Lancelot relaxed. Then letting go of one shoulder, he reached his waist where he kept a small dagger for self-defense (Jonah's insistence). In a quick and easy motion, he had pushed lightly to make Alice take a step forward, while his other hand sliced the ties from the corset top's base to the top.

The soft squeak that came from her as he watched her arms come up too late to catch the top as it slipped like water from her person. Tilting his head to the side, allowing a small pleased smile to dance across his lips as he took in sight before him. The dress now pooled at her feet, revealed she wore nothing but white panties, matching garters, and stockings that brought out a pink blush to her cream-colored skin.

"Lance!"

The sound of his name, even shortened from her lips, shattered the control he had. As he watched her hug her front and turn to glare at him, like a small kitten baring its claws, he closed that short distance. Once more, his hands were grasping her shoulders and pulling her tiny, curvy body flush to his. The sight of her eyes darkening as she felt all of him pressed against her had him feeling triumphant.

"Alice, I didn't get to dance with you earlier, care to now," he stated, his voice low and husky as he stared down into her eyes.

He knew he had spoken in a way that she couldn't mistake what he wanted. And as her eyes glazed over, pupils constricted as her tongue darted out and traced her bottom lip. Lancelot knew she hadn't misinterpreted his request.

"Well?"

"I... Lance, I want to, but your position."

Her words had him narrowing his eyes as her voice trembled with desire and uncertainty. He now knew what had been going on for the past three months. She hadn't been avoiding him by her own volition. No, those noble idiots and his ministers had been filling her head to keep her away.

"It is my choice, who I take as my consort, Alice," He said as he let his hands slide from her shoulders to the small of her back. "And you stayed in Cradle for me, did you not? Should that not matter, magic or no?"

The way hope brightened her glazed eyes, Lance didn't care, his control already gone as he bent just enough to capture her lips, he let his hands slip down over her posterior to grasp the back of her thighs. A soft moan from her as he gripped them and easily lifted her, not breaking the kiss. He had made his choice a while ago; he wanted her by his side.

Alice, his Alice, was loyal, fierce, and outright stubborn. In the fight against Amon, she had stood by his side, brought his emotions back, and loved him for him and not his position as Complete Ruler of All of Cradle, but as a man.

With a few quick steps, he moved them to the bed and tossed her to the mattress. The small mewl of protest as she pouted up at him fueled him. Not hesitating as he crawled over her prone body, Lancelot quickly brought a hand to her hair and felt around. Once, he found what he was looking for (Silently thanking Jonah) and gave a sharp tug on the single hairpin that held all her silky hair in that ornate bun, allowing him to thread his fingers through it, grasping it tightly.

"Lance?"

His name a question on her lips as he took in the flush to her face, lips parted as she subconsciously licked her bottom lip again. It was all the invitation he needed as he lowered his head and sealed her mouth with his. The feel of her lips parting further, he let his tongue invade and fight for dominance with her as he felt small fingers working at his shirt's buttons. Forcing a pleased groan from him when the tips of those dainty fingers brushed against his skin.

Breaking the kiss, Lancelot pulled back to look down at her, amazed at how truly beautiful she was at that moment. And that no other man would ever see her like this.

"I hope, Alice, that you are ready for a very long night," He murmured to her. Enjoying how she suddenly looked shy as she scraped her nails down his chest as her answer.

THE END!