A/N: Thank you for the reviews, the follows, the faves, & the sweet messages on Tumblr :) I really appreciate them all! :D I'm sorry again, because this took me so long, but here it is :) For Anon #7
Request:
— I don't know if this is old but I'll gonna still request it because I'm really falling inlove with stories and dramas with ceo x secretary theme ❤ I think I'm a sucker for them and can't help but imagine lelouch as the ceo and c.c. as her wonderful secretary. 🙏❤
Part 2
There's a big difference between following a formulaic path and choosing your own. Lelouch Lamperouge was a slave to routine and the traditional ever since he graduated University with a distinguished degree in business and marketing. It landed him a lovely job in a Fortune 500 company where he'd spent five years — a roller coaster of stress and fun, and in the middle of it all, met the lovely woman he was fortunate enough to work with.
So there were no nerves or ounces of worry.
The new trainee set to work under Ms. Caraverre's direct supervision was settled, gradually but wholly getting the hang of the ropes. And he was finally free to follow his own heart.
The frosted glass doors that led to her spacious executive office parted with a hiss, a rush of 63-degree Fahrenheit air greeting him first before she did. She expected his arrival and eyed him knowingly as he approached her desk and handed over the resignation letter.
"I hope you know how saddened they are that you're leaving us." She commented, her tone curt and clipped. Her fingers brushed the edges of the paper, giving the entire page a look-over.
"It's been a wonderful opportunity to work with you all. And I am honored."
She offered a smile. "'Til five then?"
"'Til five."
=OoOoO=
4 years later...
"No offense, but I think I liked it better when you worked under me. And don't you dare flirt with me!"
She daringly kept her pointer finger in mid-air, glowering at the smug bastard sitting behind his desk. He'd been on the verge of opening his mouth to retort when she'd interrupted him with a stern warning. His wandering gaze drifted back to the accounting book left unattended next to the minimal mess currently present on his desk. Under more conventional circumstances, no Executive Secretary would have dared to so much as raise their voice towards their superior (who was perfectly capable of terminating their employment at a moment's notice), but 'conventional' wasn't exactly an apt description anymore when she had married the bastard.
The glimmering golden ring studded with white diamonds around her ring finger said as much.
So instead of annoyance, her darling husband simply appraised her and her choice of attire after she'd brought him a cup of morning coffee.
"You look lovely today." Lelouch grinned playfully.
C.C. narrowed her eyes at the lavish flattery. "What do you want?"
"My wife." He mouthed the words, pairing the seductive invitation with wide pleading eyes.
It was a weird contrast and a strange way to ask for an amorous exchange. But then again, Lelouch was never good at initiating sex. She often led, and he followed along. She couldn't resist laughing, claiming a seat on the empty side of the desk all the while. The upside to being married to a rapidly growing startup CEO? It was definitely working together from home for as long as they wanted. Having a trusted Chief Operations Officer to take care of things on the field helped immensely too. And the both of them couldn't be more thankful to Milly for her unfaltering enthusiasm.
Some days it felt like Lelouch had just left his last employment yesterday. Sometimes, C.C. still woke up in the morning thinking she had reports to compile and submit in-time for the traditional Friday deadline. But then reality would set in, and she would remind herself that it had been a good four years since she'd left her old job as a Chief-level employee; that the penthouse suite she'd lived in was no more, replaced instead by the cozier two-storey house she and Lelouch had bought in the quieter part of the city. A place to have their own family one day, if they felt ready.
Since his resignation, Lelouch had worked hard on his passions everyday — grinding and grinding until the dream of running a gift delivery online store morphed into putting up cafés. They had three stores in different parts of the city now, and a fourth was due to open soon — with Lelouch himself as the chief creator for the pastries, desserts, and drink blends.
And through it all, C.C. had never been prouder.
She'd told him once, and she would gladly tell him again. Working beside him was the only job she wanted to keep for the rest of her life.
A fleeting touch along the back of her hand jarred C.C. out of her reveries. "C.C.? What's on your mind?"
The question made her smile. The answer would amuse him. "You… And how far you've come since the day you stepped out of my office."
"It never would have happened without you, you know." He said, and he meant every word.
He coaxed her onto his lap but she shook her head 'no' and evaded the kiss he tried to initiate, fluidly dancing out of the way of his arms.
"Lelouch, it's not five yet."
"So? We're home alone."
Rich, coming from him. Rolling her eyes to the heavens, she wondered what was making him so frisky all of a sudden. "I never wanted an arrangement like this." She reminded him with a pointed look. "You insisted we maintain a professional relationship for 8 hours on a workday."
"I meant when we're at the café supervising or managing things. Not when we're home."
Her silvery laugh filled every corner of his study, swatting his hand away flirtatiously at the same time when he tried to reach for the hem of her blouse. "You can't make amendments now when the situation doesn't suit you."
Groaning, Lelouch rose from his seat and tailed his wife closely, a hand on the small of her back. She let a kiss on her cheek slip before whirling around and scooping up her handbag from the accent table in the room. Lelouch blinked at this. He had noticed that she was all dressed up, but he never thought to ask 'what for.'
"Going somewhere?"
C.C. reached for his hand and squeezed gently. "Off to process important papers with the Pendragon Business Association. Remember?"
Lelouch pinched the bridge of his nose. "Right. Did they ever respond to the email I told you to send to them?"
A sad shake of the head confirmed Lelouch's suspicions, and in this, he had no choice but to relent. He was ashamed to admit that he'd nearly forgotten this little hiccup at the sight of his wife. She was right. There would be plenty of time to play later today. Running your own business was never sunshine and rainbows all day every day. There was a lot of legwork and agreements to iron out with the city government too.
"I'll keep you posted." C.C. offered a small smile, house keys jingling in her hand.
"Thanks."
The deafening silence that followed her leave reminded him all over again about how convenient it was to work together with his wife. By all means, she should have the official title of co-owner, but C.C. explained to him long ago that she would much rather deal with the lighter side of the business this time around. Lelouch obviously knew how he wanted his company to run, so she had generously agreed to let him have the reins and let him do the planning, while she would assist — a spectacular reversal of their corporate roles long ago. She would offer advice when needed, but for the most part, his wife trusted him enough to make the big decisions and let him take the risks that he wanted to take while she stayed strong, steady, and unmoving — the ever-present support.
And he couldn't be more grateful…
C.C. seemed to enjoy her latest job title too — always taking things in stride without missing a single beat. She'd told him once that it was a little like her old job, but significantly lighter and much more fun, because (in her words), 'I'm married to the boss.'
The sassy wink she gave him after she told him that, drew laughter out of him every single time.
Things had changed drastically, but in some small but significant way, it really hadn't.
They still loved to wait for five o' clock.
=OoOoO=
Lelouch felt like he shouldn't be so miffed. Mishaps were a part of the business deal. They didn't happen too often if everything was sufficiently mapped out, but they happened. And it was all about dealing with it the best way you knew how. Deep into a personal call with a would-be franchise prospect, C.C. and Milly had left him messages and told him that they were in the middle of sorting out an HR problem that called for an emergency staff meeting, and for him to pick up C.C. at one of the cafés because apparently the emergency meeting had devolved into a soirée that asked for some liquor.
He didn't have the details yet, and he wasn't too keen on losing his sanity over something as mildly irresponsible as this. So for now, Lelouch shelved the gripe for a later time and chose to focus his energy on picking up a tipsy wife.
She met him at the staff doors, deceptively put-together in spite of her mental state. He wouldn't have known she was tipsy if she hadn't called and told him so. "I think I had one too many drinks."
Handing over his cardigan, she wrapped herself around it and snuggled into the warmth, sniffing all the while.
"How many is 'one too many'?" Lelouch asked cautiously, keeping a hand on the small of her back.
"Two!" She grinned, presenting him with two fingers.
He shrugged, taking his hand off of her back to intertwine their fingers — the wedding rings they wore clicking together as he continued leading her away from the business they both owned and into the privacy of their car. "At least you can hold a decent conversation; albeit a little unhinged."
He let his wife's sudden talkativeness fill the silence that would have been otherwise between them. The engine rumbled to life and the outside world shifted into a humdrum of busy activity — car horns blaring and plenty of shouting from an activist group in that one street. C.C.'s quiet stories joined in, and served as his only anchor in the muted confines of their car.
Twenty minutes into the drive home, they had cleared highway traffic and transitioned into the quieter residential districts.
"You look angry." C.C. suddenly commented, green leaves whipping by.
Lelouch thought back on the lingering irritation he still felt over the whole situation, but shook his head and simply turned the wheel to take a left. "I'm not angry."
"Are you not?"
He shook his head again, keeping a steady gaze locked on the road ahead of him — concentrating as if his life depended on it. Only for that concentration to break when a fleeting touch ghosted over his lap, fingers hooking on the belt loops of his tailored pants.
"C.C., just— What are you doing?"
"I can make it worth your while." She smiled lazily. Ignoring the seatbelt's protest, she leaned closer and nuzzled the tiny bit of skin above the tightly closed collar of his suit.
"C.C., this is hardly the time and place." He sputtered, cursing himself for the tiny jolt of pleasure that shot down his spine when she went further and nibbled on his earlobe.
"Liar. I don't think you want to wait."
A positively devious giggle made her shake. She undid the seatbelt and teased him further with a precise finger tracing over the zipper in his pants — grinning all the more when biology responded and began to give her the reaction she wanted and he tried his best to deny. He noticed it too and she heard him curse filthily under his breath. How amusing.
The car was slowing down, and C.C. raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
Her husband didn't answer, turning two more lefts as he actively looked around. Finding a place he deemed adequate, the sedan slowly veered to the left as he carelessly stopped the car in the far area of a gasoline station's parking lot — away from curious eyes and closer to the dense woodlands just over the commercial lot's wall. From here, the convenience store was a considerable distance away — perfect for much needed privacy.
"I didn't think you would." C.C. snorted, relaxing against the front seat.
Lelouch scoffed. "No, I stopped to get myself together and not kill us both."
Really? That was the excuse? For someone so smart, he could really be an idiot whenever the possibility of having sex entered the conversation. She heard him mutter how he needed a drink, but she would rather call him out on his bullshit. Leaning closer again, she kissed his cheek sweetly and swiftly undid his fly.
Lelouch started in his seat, his own suddenly clumsy hands working to release himself from the constricting boundaries of the seatbelt. He was too late to stop her… Soft warm hands reached inside his open fly, pushing past the hem of his underwear to trace the curve of his hardening cock. He knew he was in trouble when she grinned at him wickedly and bent lower to give him head. The once reluctant husband could do nothing but sigh, resigning himself to the pleasure she was willingly offering up.
The longer he stewed and subjected himself to his wife's teasing touch, the farther and farther his mind lingered away from propriety.
Warm soft lips gliding along the length of his shaft, swallowing around a thickness that throbbed and twitched the more she indulged in him. Familiar and dexterous fingers knotted into her hair, making subtle tugs and gentle pulls as her head bobbed up and down on his lap — a delightfully obscene sight fit for his eyes and his eyes only. He opened his eyes to gauge their surroundings, relieved to find no obvious sign of anyone peeping or trying to look into the car.
It just felt so damn good.
She popped him out of her mouth, smiled up at him with her lips wet, and continued servicing him with a handjob. "Lelouch, stop being so tense."
"C-Can you blame m— ngh~"
Inwardly proud of herself, C.C. smiled and dragged her tongue on the underside of his penis, peering up at him through her lashes at the lovely display of pleasure that was stark and clear across his face.
"I want this inside me." She hummed, spreading spit all over his cock before pulling him back into her mouth.
The hot suction and the pleasure of the friction that assaulted his senses sent the blood rushing even more — so much so that he had to tilt his head back and hum his satisfaction to the ceiling of a car that suddenly felt so cramped. The knot in his stomach wound tighter and tighter, aching for a release that was too damn close. Was this it? Would she finish him off?
She noticed his expressions and how red his face was, trying not to ejaculate so soon. How cute of him. His cock slipped out of her mouth again, and she continued stroking him — assessing the mess she'd done. The fabric around him was drenched with her spit; his cock glistened with the wetness from her mouth and precum that leaked from the tip. She realized belatedly that his hand was still buried in her hair; the other one was clenched into a tight and straining fist.
He opened his eyes, a question in them. Why did she stop?
"I want you to fuck me," she pouted, righting herself just to start stripping.
The red slowly draining from his face, Lelouch nodded wordlessly but smirked. But of course.
Transferring from the front to the back seats without getting out of the car wasn't as much of a hassle as he thought it would. C.C. did it without little trouble, considering how flexible she was. He had to feel awkward crossing over because of his lean frame and long legs. He tried not to entertain the mental picture of a daddy long legs skittering across the floor. His undone pants weren't of much help either.
He heard his wife stifling her giddy giggles once or twice, but she eventually shut up when he made it over with the bottle of lube in hand. She cocked an eyebrow, but he shook his head and kissed the mouth that had diligently pleasured him. Lube was lube — and it was hidden in their compartment. And this was the embarrassing reason why he had it in the first place. One never really knew what to expect with a spontaneous partner around.
It was her turn to strip. He gladly unveiled her nudity, peeling away fabric from flushed and marvelously warm skin. Wrapping his arms around her, he nuzzled at the crook of her shoulder, and licked at the sweat that dotted her neck and collarbone. Quiet sighs that escaped her — pleasure derived from her husband's doting nature and the very thought of having sex with him in the backseat of their car. Their first...
She'd never thought she would ever see herself doing this, but here they were. And the whole idea was a turn on for some reason. Opening her eyes, she carefully brought her legs out from between his knees, propping her foot on the edge of the passenger seat. One hand stroked the ends of her husband's hair, the other snuck into the needy place between her inner thighs.
His wife's suddenly frequent sighs made him stare. She was touching herself, the sneaky minx. He told her so and when he asked her why she felt the need to masturbate when he was right there, ready and aching to fill her, she only grinned and stifled her moans as she kissed him some more.
Pulling away, he reached between their bodies and took her hand that had been rather busy. Her slender fingers glistened, felt slick and slippery from her personal stimulation.
Violet locking with gold, he brought her hand to his face, closing his lips around her fingers to taste her.
"Lelouch!" Came the short and muffled gasp.
He had a firm grip on her hand, while the other one traveled lower and replaced her own fingers that had once been inside her. She watched with rapt fascination as his tongue lapped up the slick wetness on her digits. At the same time, she did her best to stifle the loud moan that threatened to spill from her lips. Too far gone in pleasure, she abandoned her idea of shame and embarrassment, busy admiring the way his gaze smoldered and how sexy he looked lapping up what wetness remained on her fingers.
She pressed herself against one of the locked doors and gasped for air as one finger became two, and then three — stretching her good wide and preparing her for the inevitable. He kept at it until the heel of his palm was drenched, until wet sopping sounds filled the interior of their sedan, until her body seized and trembled from an orgasm. He finished his teasing off with a smug smirk and gentlemanly kisses on the back of her hand. What a contradiction to their current state.
He put his drenched fingers up to her lips, and she took them in — sucking on his digits, noting the tang of sweet and salty on her tongue.
This was enough teasing.
Feeling impatient, she fumbled for the bottle of lubricant that had tumbled to the floor as he occupied himself with removing obstacles.
He dragged his hands along the insides of her thighs, climbing up and up until he breached the hem of her soaked panties. She kicked her underwear off and couldn't help grinning wickedly. Pouring a generous coating of lube on his fingers, he slipped them inside her and around the edges of her slit — satisfied with the sigh she gave and the surrender that followed. Spreading her legs fully inside the cramped space proved more of a challenge than anything, but they found a way.
He settled behind her — wedging himself between her and the back seat. He hooked her leg along his arm to help her prop it up, and she bit her lip hard as the tip of his cock teased her slit, slipping and sliding — lengthening the pleasurable torture.
In all his life, he'd never imagined that this could be a possibility — that he would one day park his car impulsively in the near-abandoned parking lot of a gasoline station, about to fuck his wife hoarse, wholly abandoning societal propriety in favor of giving in to the lust that now clouded both of their minds.
But quite honestly, if it was her, he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Just do it, please." She pleaded, giving voice to the way her insides ached and throbbed, searching for something thick and hard that could ease it all and make her feel just right.
"So impatient." He nipped her ear, one of his hands wandering to her slit.
A few teases her, and after a couple more pleas, they both give into their desperate wanting. They set their car a-rocking…
=OoOoO=
"I guess that stereotype about bosses and secretaries is true after all." C. drowsily, still riding high from her orgasm.
She could feel Lelouch's heart behind her, still pounding furiously. She felt more than saw him smirk as he said, "Only after five."
"We didn't even get home yet." C.C. wondered aloud, snorting as the gravity of what they just did slowly began to sink in.
"And it's no thanks to you," Lelouch scoffed behind her.
They just fucked inside a car… Sweat and cum staining the seats. The interior smelled like sex. Quite accurate actually. She was too exhausted to crane her neck around and look at Lelouch, but she knew he was wrinkling his nose — and probably already thinking about having the car deep cleaned in the morning.
"Is this your way of saying you regret this?" She narrowed her eyes, squeezing his hand to make a point.
"No." Was the curt reply.
"Soooo~ You'd want to do it again?"
"No. Once is enough."
"Was it that bad?"
"Not entirely."
"So it's good."
In spite of how much she pouted, and how hard he tried to deny the affection he felt for her bubbling up, he couldn't stop himself from smiling anyway. It wasn't all bad. On the contrary, it was good… The sex was quite a thrill.
Only because it was with you… "Yes, C.C… It was lovely."