Lelouch was staring distantly into the television screen with disinterest, not quite paying attention to the enthusiastic cheers of the audience or whatever the anchor was saying, when a "ting" sounded and a message popped up on his phone. "I'm bored. Wanna come over?" His lips curled up into a devious grin as he set about typing an instant reply. "C.C, it's 2 am. I know what that means."
"So, are you not going to grant me the pleasure of your presence, dear friend?"
He chuckled, before fumbling around for the remote and switching the blaring TV off.
"Be right there."
A myriad of moans and groans, dissolving into cries filled the two-bedroom apartment, accompanied by the sound of naked bodies rubbing against each other. Lime green strands sprawled about messily against the scarily rumpled sheets, beads of sweat dotted against his forehead as the thrusts continued. The room was a sight to (not) behold. The clothes were all left scattered like dusty pencil shavings on the already unclean floor, since an hour or two. A meek light crept through the blinds as dawn cracked, and soon enough, the lanky figure was staggering up, buttoning his shirt as he closed the door as quietly as possible, tiptoeing out as he left behind a peacefully slumbering C.C.
No strings attached.
His scorching violet was fixated on her illuminated golden, both pairs of eyes cloudy with lust. Or was it actual emotion? After all, it was easy to confuse love with lust. It was the latter in this case. Hopefully so. Stumbling out of the elevator, they made their way into the hotel room somehow, the boots being thrown askew and the jacket landing up somewhere near the lampstand. A couple of giggles paired with an occasional hiccup were let out, the scraping of heels against the bed and the wet slicking of a rather skilled tongue setting at its work. They weren't exactly quiet, to put it subtly. Even after the pants and sighs died down, even after the blanket was laid, their fingers found their way to each other, entwining. Yet, no strings were attached. Hopefully so.
Both bodies were pressed against each other in their unclothed glory, a misty silence falling over, very much in contrast to how perfectly loud they were but a few minutes ago. Slipping into a suit while the other wrapped herself in a piece of denim, they began to get ready for work, getting out of the house simultaneously and parting ways for the day.
"No strings attached?" "No strings attached."
Somehow, it felt a lot harder to say that now, tugging at the strings of their hearts.