A/N: FWLP aka Fluff With Little Plot & additional surprises by the end (is that real, idk xD) For Anon #4 on Tumblr :)
I have a story! A short one xD I got 2 requests for the same AU, made by different people, I'm assuming, since they're both Anons. xD
So, this part is for the 1st requestor (Anon#4). I will be writing a 2nd part for this AU, which I will dedicate to the second Anon who requested a CEO x Secretary AU (Anon #7). Lelouch will be a CEO in that one, somehow. Trust me, I can connect these two. XD
In case you're wondering xD
- Anon #5 wants a Childhood friends-to-lovers AU
- Anon #6 gave me scenarios to pick from :3
Whew~! haha!
Request from Anon #4:
— I hope i can request an au too where lelouch and cc are boss x assistant/secretary. Thank u
Part 1:
Parking the car in the customary spot, Lelouch checked himself in the rearview mirror to catch any stray hang-ups. No fly-aways, no food between the teeth, no smudges? Check. The clock on the dashboard blinked 7:22 AM. Enough time to gather his boss' dry-cleaned and neatly pressed dress. That's a three-minute walk to the back-entrance, a five-minute elevator ride to the penthouse at the top floor, and he was perfectly on-time for work.
7:30 AM on the dot.
Fridays were work-from-home days, so that meant deviating from the ritualistic nine-to-five working hours for four days a week, and heading over to Ms. Caraverre's suite to work alongside her.
Not that Lelouch could complain much, or at all…
The pay was more than sufficient for his needs, and his relationship with his boss was quite healthy.
The doors opened to welcome him to her "front door" — a visual he now knew all too well. Lelouch announced his arrival into the bright foyer and caught C.C. heading his way with her smartphone tucked between her neck and her shoulder. She looked adorable today, dressed in a baby pink turtleneck sweater and a white skirt that showed off her smooth legs.
Acknowledging his presence, she nodded towards the general direction of her laundry room. Also a signal to head on up to the office he occupied while in her home.
And thus, a typical Friday had begun for Lelouch Lamperouge, Ms. Cera Caraverre's personal assistant and right-hand man.
(For 8 hours and 5 days a week, anyway).
=OoOoO=
"Lelouch, I need a follow-up e-mail sent to these brands for that collaboration project. Also, give Suzaku a call and check-in on the progress of this campaign. Oh, and remind Viletta's team about their presentation. I'll call her after this meeting. Thank you."
"Yes, Ma'am."
She disappeared through the immaculate and open French doors before she could hear his response… Not that he minded, or would complain about it being rude. No use being overly sensitive about the tiniest things.
C.C. was just naturally busy, especially on Fridays. Where everyone else probably had two or three tasks to take care of for the rest of the day, C.C. — as the Chief Commercial Officer — had double on her plate. And his job was to help her sort through all of it.
When he first applied for a different position three years ago, he didn't ever think he would end up with the way things were now. And as he sorted through the urgent tasks C.C. left him with, the young man couldn't help but reminisce on the very first day he had set foot at her office. For a man who certainly valued his pride, he hadn't known how to feel when he met his would-be superior: his junior by two years but obviously competent in her chosen field if she was designated as a Chief. A curt but intelligent interview had gone well, and through his own perseverance, intuition, and work ethic, had worked his way up as her personal assistant in a year and a half.
Previous reservations were abandoned to the wayside the more he relished working with her, and not for her. Naturally, the new job designation carried heavier responsibilities than his previous position as Manager, but C.C. was always adamant about her team maintaining life-and-work balances. He admired her for it; the fact never made more apparent than when she swiftly agreed to his impromptu leave application to take care of his sister's health emergency.
He was prepared to lose his job then and there for insubordination — prepared to rebel against whatever verdict she passed that would prevent him from going to his sister who needed him.
"She's your reason for living, isn't she?" C.C. eyed him carefully as she turned away from the coffee maker that had finished its job while Lelouch had been busy explaining the situation and the reason for a sudden Leave.
Without a shred of hesitation, Lelouch nodded. "Yes. And I—"
"How long will it take you to make the proper arrangements to make sure she's comfortable and settled?"
Wait, what?
As much as Lelouch couldn't believe his ears, he replied promptly anyway. He would be a fool to question her motives or so much as suggest the retraction of that generous offer. "Two days at the most."
"Very well. Take two days off then, Lamperouge."
Lips pursed, Lelouch stood straight as a rod and could do naught but thank his superior for her understanding.
Little had he known, it was only the beginning of a winded courtship that more or less involved a lot of questions about whether or not what he was doing was actually appropriate.
After his promotion to her personal assistant, he was granted the privilege of working from her home. A penthouse had been the least of his expectations, though the image of her residency always conjured up a rather deluxe living arrangement. Still, he wasn't surprised to find out that she lived in a city penthouse with bright interiors (and also two swimming pools). It was hard not to be curious about how much the conglomerate was paying her for her expertise. Nevertheless, Lelouch held his tongue and politely assisted her with whatever she required.
"Aren't you curious?"
He followed her into the massive study, tablet tucked into the crook of his arm as he left the door partially open. The inside was decked similarly to the rest of the house, clad in varying shades of white accented with creme and beige, and the occasional dove grey. Opposite the empty desk with its bookends was a TV and a quiet fireplace. Walls of glass lined the wall to their left, only partially covered by thick ivory curtains.
"About what?"
"How I have this monstrous house." She smirked, fingers brushing along the textures of fake leaves.
Lelouch shrugged. "It's no multi-million dollar mansion." Though it was just as expensive and the maintenance for this place had to be equally extravagant.
C.C.'s tinkling laughter (that he was unnervingly used to, by now) filled the room. "I expected nothing short of that answer. Always so pragmatic." And when he had nothing to offer except a shrug and the slightest tilt of the lips, she continued, "Guests pelt me with dozens of questions after walking in. They didn't think I'd get paid so well."
Lelouch frowned… What was she implying?
But C.C. didn't explain further and simply rolled out the office chair tucked into the desk and sighed. "Anyway. This is your office space on Fridays, Lelouch. 7:30 sharp, all right? Three minutes late, and I'll dock your pay."
He knew she wouldn't… Still—
"Understood."
Blinking, Lelouch dispelled the memory and found himself with a partially full spreadsheet, completing the trivial tasks on autopilot while the rest of his mind wandered off to linger on thoughts of his enigmatic boss. In the office, she was as prim and proper as they come — pretty and charming to the point of turning prospects into paying clients (one of the few traits they had in common), strict and orderly, timely. Only after being allowed into her inner circle did he discover how much of a tease she really was, and how she absolutely refused to wake up before 10AM on a weekend. And to his pleasant surprise, she was actually a capable singer — although secretive and quiet about it. She adored theme parks and puppies too.
The young man smiled to himself at the mental list he'd drawn up and the contrasts therein. Who could ever guess that such a vibrant and spontaneous personality lurked underneath all that practiced frostiness?
Well, their level of familiarity only took him the better part of two years.
Unbidden, his eyes wandered to the picture of his boss sitting at prime real estate on his desk, taken in one of the calmer rides when they visited the Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen together. It was a rare picture, one where she wasn't posing for the camera. It was just her admiring the lush greenery around them as they rode a painted canoe. He didn't know if she was aware of the existence of such a photo and that he always brought it with him from the office on Fridays, but if she was, she didn't say anything.
This was his favorite because it was C.C… Not the Chief Officer he knew at work, but the woman he admired, respected, and had a special fondness for.
He now knew that the Cera Caraverre at work was miles away from C.C…
Shame that he couldn't see her, until after five — when the boundaries between them would disappear and they were allowed to act according to how they felt for one another.
The clock on his computer proudly displayed 2:00 PM…
Well, only three more hours to go.
=OoOoO=
With a heavy but patient sigh, C.C. returned the phone to its cradle and swung her dangling legs as she checked the last of her tasks this Friday. It took a hell of a lot of hard work and three tenacious meetings with different members of the leadership team, but in the end, she was glad that it was over and done with. Partnership collaborations were ironed out thanks to Lelouch and then some.
Speaking of Lelouch, was he finished for the day?
Two consecutive knocks on the door jamb jarred her out of her thoughts. The door left ajar opened wider to reveal her prodigal assistant with a steaming cup of what she presumed to be oolong tea — her usual order.
"Last call for the day?" Eyes soft with understanding, he approached her desk and set her drink down on the coaster next to the printer.
C.C. smirked and fought her yawn. "Thank the gods."
"I took the liberty." He nodded towards the beverage. "It's after five, after all"
She looked at him strangely as she took the offered drink and had a sip — fully appreciating the toasty taste and hint of sweetness thanks to the milk. He certainly knew his way around her kitchen, didn't he? But silly of her. Of course he did. Lelouch loved to cook and bake things and he certainly appreciated the abundance of kitchen appliances and tools in her penthouse. His skill often led her to question whether he'd chosen the right career in business, sales, and marketing. Maybe she was biased, but she always thought his meals were worthy of Michelin stars.
C.C. set her tea aside and embraced her boyfriend, closing her eyes contently as she accepted a kiss on her forehead. He was so warm and he smelled so nice. Comforting and homey. And everytime she held him, she always felt proud to be his woman. A reliable colleague, an amazing partner, and discreetly romantic lover.
"Go and relax, I'll make us dinner."
Pulling away the tiniest bit, she caught a glimpse of his tired smile and knew that her own wasn't that far off. It had been a workload-heavy day, and now C.C. wanted nothing more than to sit back and canoodle on the couch and watch a Disney movie. Lelouch will talk through them and poke holes in the carefully crafted story plots, and she would snort and roll her eyes at his inability to accept children's fantasy for what it was. But all the same, she would love sitting through it because unknown to him, she rather liked the smooth cadence of his voice.
"Cooking together would be nice." She mumbled, squeezing his waist just a little. His fingers brushed through locks of hair, tucking some behind her ear. "But we're both tired, sooo~ Pizza and milkshakes?"
She uttered her question in a small voice, knowing well how much Lelouch detested fast food and would always insist on making her homemade pizza instead of 'ordering that grease-covered garbage.' But just this once, won't he indulge her? Didn't they both deserve a break? She pleaded her case with kisses along his jaw, nuzzling the crook of his neck until he gave in with a reluctant sigh of—
"Fine..."
Giggling, C.C. extracted herself from him and snatched the phone from his pocket to dial the local pizzeria.
As evening settled over the city, thousands of tiny skyscraper lights glittered on the windows — peeking through the partially parted curtains. Inside, unbothered by the hustle and bustle of rush hour in the metropolis, C.C. hummed in satisfaction after polishing off her fourth slice of cheese pizza. Lelouch watched, shaking his head at this display of wilful childishness.
Always, always, the questions circled back to: How?
How was one person allowed to be so intellectually powerful and capable and be so spontaneously juvenile at the same time?
She grinned at him, wiping her fingers with sanitizers and napkins. Chucking them into a nearby bin, she scooted closer to him and nuzzled her face into his chest. She missed the smile he donned, paying attention to the steady beat of his heart instead. It thrummed against her ear, brimming with life. He took one of her hands and toyed with her fingers, while the other hand buried itself in her hair.
They'd ignored the YouTube videos playing on TV for a good while, and now the auto-play function combined with the site's weird algorithm in-charge of recommendations landed them a video of a random YouTuber's travel vlog. Through the lens of a nauseating GoPro strapped to a stranger's head, he and C.C. silently watched the landscape dotted with greens and the edge of the cliff come into view.
"Where should we go on holiday next?" C.C. mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as she curled up closer.
"Where do you think?" He asked in return, fingers slipping underneath the hem of her sweater.
Still, in spite of the question he'd lobbed at her, Lelouch considered C.C.'s question anyway. They'd been to Denmark and the Netherlands during one vacation leave. They also visited the Loire Valley in central France for a week. And with the Holidays approaching right around the corner, perhaps some place tropical and warm would be to her liking? Although, he did want to visit Japan — particularly Kyoto in the winter.
"How do you feel about going to East Asia?" She mused, pulling back a tiny bit to see his face and the genuine interest in his expression.
"Kyoto would be nice."
"Japan?"
Lelouch sounded his agreement and bent closer to kiss her lips. "We can relax in an onsen and maybe hike to several shrines."
Returning the kiss, she poked his stomach, drawing out a surprised grunt. "I'd never thought the day would come where you would suggest something like that."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She ignored the furrowed brows and snorted, taking the liberty of making herself more comfortable nestled to his side. "The most unathletic person I know, suggesting activities that—"
"Just because I fail at sports?" Shaking his head, he waved her teasing away and readjusted himself. "We'll have to find a way through your maze of company activities. A rejected leave application for you means trouble for me too."
C.C. didn't disagree with that logic. It was actually quite accurate. If the Chief of Business Control rejected her gentle request for some time-off, then it was bye-bye holiday plans for her and her secret beau. It was still tricky if they let C.C. go on vacation. In C.C.'s absence, Lelouch was mostly in-charge — the overseer that managed her team's tasks and activities. That wouldn't work out all too well if she and Lelouch were planning to go on vacation together now, would it?
"Why did you choose to settle for the job that you have now?" She asked curiously, picturing the myriad of emotions that flew across his face. "You're obviously talented in it, but I don't think it's your passion in life. Am I wrong?"
Lelouch chewed on the inside of his cheek, a little stunned at the sudden turn in their conversation. He hadn't seen it coming, but he supposed it was rather obvious for C.C.'s part considering they worked closely together and were in a relationship. If there was anyone who knew about his aspirations and his end goals in life, it would be her.
Steeling himself for her reaction, he inhaled deeply and posed his query. "Would you think any less of me if I tendered in my resignation?"
Resignation?
He expected her reaction when she pulled back to look at him properly, face frozen in astonishment. She wasn't mad, but damn was this completely unexpected. He never so much as hinted on dissatisfaction or that he hated what he was doing. They always worked so well together — like a well-oiled machine.
"No, but will you tell me why?"
"It's like you said. I'm great at what I do for this company, and at how I work with you. But my passions are… different." He sighed after a little hesitation on the last word. She still looked expectant though, so he continued to explain as one video ended on YouTube and another began. "You know I love to make food, don't you?"
"Thinking of starting a restaurant?" She grinned. She could already picture the pizzeria Lelouch would make. (Would he choose pizza?). It would be decked out in signature purple, and knowing him, the menu would be strictly Italian.
"Maybe someday, but not yet." He agreed, running his fingers through her hair and picking at the odd and stray curl. "I was thinking of homemade gift deliveries. It's going to take some work and partnering up with a trusted courier, but I think I can do it."
"When are you leaving me?"
"Don't say it like that."
She trilled a tinkling laugh. "Don't feel bad, Lelouch. It's your dream. And who's to say I won't follow right behind you?"
Shocked, he gaped at her. "But C.C., isn't—"
"It's a shame though." She commented flippantly, craning her neck back to peer up at the ceiling above them. She would miss those massive crystal pendants. "You'll miss this penthouse, won't you?"
Lelouch smirked, the light in his eyes changing, lids narrowing as he regarded her with a different interest. "We can always get our own when you do leave." She shivered as his hands smoothed over her thighs, drifting higher. "We can find a one-bedroom penthouse instead; with that same glass, walk-in shower that you love."
As expected, she rose to the challenge — coy and mischievous, her own fingers sliding lower over his abdomen reaching to palm his crotch. "Where I can suck your cock until you cum down my throat?"
Humming in agreement, their smiles disappeared behind a sultry kiss. She moved to straddle his lap and he gladly welcomed her, relaxing against the back of the sofa while she took her time humping him. Hitching the hem of her skirt higher, his fingers hooked on the thin band of her underwear.
Wait… Wasn't she wearing boy-shorts earlier today?
Pulling away, he opened his eyes to look at her, confused.
She caught on to the question in his face and she winked, sliding her arms around his shoulders. "I changed."
"Hungry for sex?" He teased, peppering kisses along her jawline.
She ignored his query and moved off of him a little, making room for herself between his legs — all the while, keeping their smoldering gazes locked together. He sat up a little straighter and unbuttoned his trousers, helping her push her hair out of the way. Licking her lips, she fished his cock out of his boxers, wrapping her fingers around the warm column of flesh. Only a matter of time before he would be fully erect and throbbing. Wetting her fingers, she pumped her hand up and down — watching eagerly as the flesh began to glisten with her spit.
"Suck on it, lovely C.C."
Oh, much obliged… Grinning, she kept her eyes on his as she parted her sensual lips and slipped his girth into her waiting mouth. She took her time. Slipping his cock out of her mouth, she smirked smugly at the flush proudly dusted across his fair cheeks. A skilled tongue lapped at his sac and then dragged along the underside of the rapidly hardening length. She felt him grow thick in her hand. Satisfied with this, she sucked on the head some more, dotting teasing kisses on the tip, along the head and under it..
Lelouch stared, mesmerized, as she greedily lapped up the precum that dribbled out of his cock. Biting his lip, he did his best to contain the moans. Was it a matter of pride? To show that he didn't easily give in? The massive suite was empty save for him and C.C… They could be as loud as they wanted to be. There was just something so satisfying and sexy about watching the love of his life, working her mouth over his erection in pursuit of bliss.
A long and drawn out groan left him, massaging her scalp as he held her steady. But too soon… Too soon, she stopped.
Why?
"Taste not to your liking?" He teased with a drowsy half-smile, thumb brushing over her cheekbone affectionately.
"It's you." She pointed out. "It is what it is." He stared at her knowingly as she licked her lips and commented, "Salty sweet."
He jerked himself off a little as she stretched and reached for the band of her skirt, intent on getting naked and indulging in both of their desires.
"Don't." She stopped at his sharp tone. Winking at her, he followed up. "Keep it on. Come here."
She let him reach for her; let him arrange her across his lap. His fingers teased the dangerously slim bridge of her thong, pushing it aside so he could rub the slit and gauge how wet she had gotten from sucking him off. But judging how silky and slick her folds were, it was kind of useless to wait.
"Why are you so kinky?" She whispered conspiratorially, moving her hips closer to the pads of his fingers while keeping herself steady.
"You're asking the wrong person." He cocked an eyebrow.
"It's your fault." She accused him defensively. "You have the naughtiest ideas."
Well, that was an idea he didn't want to argue with. In his defense, C.C. did look quite ravishing and sexy when she was half-dressed, looking wild and hungry as she rode him. He pushed her sweater up so it bunched atop her bra clad breasts. Reaching around her, he undid the clasp on the restrictive cups, and brushed the pads aside to free the pert nipples. He sucked on one breast without warning, prompting her to gasp in surprise at the sudden sensation. He took his time swirling his tongue around a nipple, the other hand busy fondling the other breast.
"I want you inside me." She pleaded with a pout that he gladly kissed away.
He pressed delicate kisses along her jawline while he parted her pink folds with drenched fingers. She guided his cock to her entrance, impaling herself on his length.
Oh that felt so damn good…
She moved her hips, tossing her head back to revel in the feel of a deliciously thick and curved cock plumbing her sensitive insides. Lelouch's cock. He fit her so perfectly — snug, tight, hot. She wanted more. More, more, more… All sense of touch and sensation zeroed in on the special place between them — a pool of deliciously steaming heat. His hands wandered to her moving hips, aiding her movement as she squeezed his throbbing length in her churning insides.
What was once a cold room suddenly felt sweltering. Flushed, she searched for his hands to intertwine their fingers, putting her forehead against this as they gasped for air and took shallow breaths. She swirled her hips as he bucked against her, the tip of his cock touching the best and most sensitive places inside her. A jolt of pleasure shivered up her spine as he ground his leaking penis against that special spot. She swallowed his groan of approval in a luscious kiss, welcoming the intrusion of his tongue. She grazed hers against the roof of his mouth and smiled into their kiss as his body responded with a pleased shiver.
They pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. She sighed into his ear, cutting her moans of delight short as she nipped and sucked on the spot behind the lobe. He tilted his head to the side, offering her more access to the sensitive spot. Gladly obliging, a curious and eager tongue gave him attention there, the action drawing more attention to their connected hips.
He bit his lip at all the dirty things she whispered in his ear. Taking his hands from hers, he returned them to their previous station, on her slim waist. Anchoring himself on the floor, he increased the pace of his moving hips, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her, holding her securely — so she could feel every thrust and motion, every lick of delicious friction.
She began pleading keenly, begging him to stop and keep going all at once. The harder he pushed, the hornier she got. Touching and kneading her own breasts, she played with her nipples as she leaned back. Despite the sex-addled reflexes, he still noticed and reached up to support her, an arm wrapping around her waist while the other hand supported her at the shoulder blades.
"Lovely, lovely C.C." He reached up to draw her close again, inviting her to indulge in another fresh kiss — the delectable feel of their lips locking passionately.
"Lay me down, Lelouch." She panted, choking back a cough.
He grinned wickedly. "On your back. The floor."
Nodding in immediate assent, she pulled him out and whined at the loss of heat and connection. She needed him back inside. Still she did as she was told and lay on the floor — sweater bunched up, hair and bra a complete mess. As Lelouch removed his thoroughly disheveled trousers and shrugged off his wrinkled dress shirt, she took the chance to wriggle out of her thong, throwing the wet and useless lingerie across the room, landing who-knows-where.
She returned his dastardly smile and winked at him as she spread her legs wide, inviting him to come spear her clean. But of course, he would. Indulging her request, he leaned over to kiss her lips, hitching her skirt up higher, before sheathing himself inside her.
She looked so messy when she was half-dressed and sexed-up just like this.
C.C. wound her arms around his shoulders, crying her pleasure as his body covered her own and hovered above her. His forehead dotted with sweat and the ends of his hair just a little damp. His pace was more vigorous, plowing into her until she felt like she couldn't catch a break. He wanted this. He wanted to see her drown in pleasure, overwhelmed just as he was.
Did she know? Did she know how much she drove him mad with just her? Did she know how much he wanted to keep sinking his cock inside her in moments like this? Because she felt so good and gladly pampered and accommodated him whenever they made love.
He lifted her left leg higher as he changed his angle, listening to the squelch and slop of their bodies coming together, pelvis grinding against her sensitive clit. She called his name again and again, like a resounding metronome punctuated with their harsh breaths and loud gasps. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she loudly proclaimed how close she was.
Just a little more. A little more thrusting. A little more grinding.
Her body seized up, arching beautifully when he pressed his thumb on her nub and indulgently massaged her clit until her pleasure came crashing down on her, drenching her in wave after wave of toe-curling satisfaction.
It felt so indescribably good… To be thoroughly fucked.
Delighting in the fresh lubrication that followed her orgasm, he continued thrusting — chasing after his own release. He was close too. Hips stuttering, he came with a grunt — spilling fresh sperm inside her.
"Don't pull out." She panted, fondly admiring her boyfriend's facial features crumpled in pleasure.
He looked positively sexy whenever he ejaculated, didn't he?
How lovely was it, that she was the only person treated to a sight like this?
He heard her request too late and had pulled out halfway through, spurting semen all over her disheveled skirt, and along her pale thighs.
Lelouch sat down, panting heavily as he caught his breath from the impromptu workout. To say that he'd pushed past his physical limits was an understatement. He needed a shower and then sleep. There simply wasn't any energy left for a second round. Maybe tomorrow morning… Or later tonight if they woke up in the middle of the night, feeling horny.
"I mean, I won't hate it." C.C. crooned.
He looked at her, dazed. Had he spoken aloud?
"Yes..." She grinned. "And you're still speaking aloud, Lelouch?"
How did an evening cuddling on the couch turn into a sexcapade? C.C. pondered on this with amusement, tucking locks of hair behind an ear as she sat upright and used her ruined skirt to cushion her butt from the carpet underneath them.
Tittering, she crawled towards him and made herself comfortable on his lap, teasing her boyfriend as she subtly ground against his deflating cock.
"Not up for Round 2?" She teased, peppering a line of kisses from his collarbone to his chin.
"Later." He chuckled as he massaged her delightfully round bum. "You and I need to bathe."
This, she had no arguments for…
=OoOoO=
Sharing showers or baths wasn't something uncommon. C.C. loved this part, especially after a long, tiring, and stressful day at the office. Relaxing against Lelouch, listening to him breathe, and eventually feel so calm whenever he started speaking softly to her — telling her stories and the like. This bath was no different. This time, with frothy bubbles all around them and her clothes all over the bathroom floor, C.C. sighed as his lips lingered on the back of her neck, his hands leisurely stroking over her thighs, between her legs, and over her abdomen.
Really? And he told her he was tired?
"If you can't afford another round for now, don't turn me on." She warned — almost whined, as she cupped some soapy water between her hands and splashed the side of his face.
The answering chuckle on her skin made her shiver. "Sorry, I can't help it."
"Lelouch, when are you filing that resignation?"
She whirled around to see his face — peer at the gentle expression he wore. "When the busy season ends." He answered and she almost sagged with relief. "I wouldn't leave you hanging like that."
"I should start looking for people to replace you." She chuckled. "I will miss having you around though."
Lelouch rolled his eyes. "You'll miss having someone to boss around and bring you your laundry on Fridays."
"If you hate it that much, then it's a good thing you're quitting." Feeling exceptionally childish, she stuck her tongue out at him. He retaliated by pinching her cheek. "This is no way to treat your boss."
"You can't pull that." Lelouch snorted, nuzzling her temple as his arms tightened around her and brought her closer. "It's way past five o' clock."
Humming in agreement, she relaxed against him once more and began to speak about what the future could bring thanks to Lelouch's boldness and entrepreneurship skills. It would certainly be nice to not have to hide their relationship anymore, wouldn't it? To have days where she could leave the office, meet her boyfriend outside, and kiss him on the cheek without regard for boss-assistant decorum in the office premises.
"I look forward to that too, you know." He nodded, a hand coming up from underwater to cup her chin, gazing at her adoringly.
Oh to have met and loved a woman like her in this lifetime…
Her stories about being a somewhat normal couple without the scrutiny and judgment of their colleagues was indeed something to be desired. And while he loved working with her in their current company, he much rather preferred to love her freely without the tension of shared deadlines, meetings, and marketing campaigns hanging over the both of them. As compatible as they were most days, there were definitely numerous times when his and C.C.'s life in the office had gotten between their romantic relationship — especially in the beginning.
Maybe he was a little picky whenever he so much as thought of this, but he wanted to argue with her over what they would have for dinner instead of what Client A or Client B would like best.
Their dynamic was unique, but it was too much work. Though they would gladly put up with it, it was nice to have permanent relief from the stress too.
"I'm going to miss looking forward to five o' clock." C.C. joked with a melodramatic sigh.
Lelouch laughed. He agreed, but… "I'd rather have you as a lover 24/7."
"Am I that horrible a boss?"
"No…" He shook his head. Wanting to stop her pouting, he kissed her lips. Short and sweet. "I think, perhaps, I wasn't meant to be your assistant."
C.C. couldn't resist smiling. Because wasn't that the truth?
"No, you're not." Eyes half-lidded, she lovingly traced the contours of his face, rememorizing every line and angle — their precious moments glimmering in the lovely depths of his expressive eyes. "My partner, my lover. My mate."
They sealed her words and shared a kiss — an indulgent, delectable, sultry kiss.
A/N: Part 2 coming soon for Anon #7. See youuu~