A/N Note: If you have seen the update on my profile ignore this.
But for those that are unaware, I'm uploading this two-part one-shot chapter that was meant to lead onto the prequel fic I had been working towards recently. Code Geass: Liar's Dice, which would have explored the 90's period in the CG timeline and events in it like Charles ascension to the throne by 1998 a.t.b.
But that project has now been cancelled due to myself and my writing partner Annuexdelacroix, deciding between us that for the sake of our mental health, wellbeing etc. that we needed to drop it. As we are exhausted from the last 18 months, our busy lives and other commitments we have. That meant LD was simply piling on more of everything and stressing us out.
More details and thoughts are on my profile page if you are interested in learning more. I'm open to anyone that is interested in taking on the project for themselves since the outline, notes, character art and work is there for someone to remould it, shape it to fit their own writing desires.
In the meantime, here is the first part of the two-part one-shot. It's on two of the main characters for LD, both originals and not related to anyone in CG canon. But were part of my attempt to flesh out Britain in Code Geass, something which hasn't been done anywhere and something I wanted to rectify in LD itself.
Written by dear friend RingoPerkov and written/edited by myself as well.
This one-shot explores the relationship between two people in the LGBTQ community, who during a time where many on the rainbow found themselves battling on many fronts. Legal for them to be in a relationship, but not to marry. A time where coming out had stigmas in many ways.
Yet that doesn't stop the couple in question from enjoying their spare time, their relationship in various ways. The bond they share, the way they can enjoy themselves after so many years. Means everything to them.
Hope you enjoy the chapters.
Kind Regards
Quill
[Date: 12/08/1994 ATB, Time: 10:00am, Gender Identity Clinic, London]
The gloves are pulled back flush against her hands, keeping them conformed to Akira's figure as she leans into Nathaniel, eyes falling closed out of boredom. "I thought it was going to be an in and out trip, honestly. No waiting times, just a few tests, then an update on progress if everything seemed okay." She mumbled. They were still waiting on the doctor to get their arses to them, only nurses had assisted them so far and barely at that from the confines of their clipboards and stilted tones.
Nathaniel gave a small hum in response, reaching up to slide a few strands of Akira's violet hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I'm sure they're just waiting for a few test results and checking up on paperwork, more than likely we'll be out of here sooner than you think. You know how it is, they are still likely clearing up the backlog from the war from how many years of being on the waiting list, along with having to rebuild the place after the bombings from the night raids. Still, this as always has helped to get a better reading. Of the surroundings of how these clinics work and the overall process trans people go through. Considering the plan we have for Glasgow."
A nurse came in and out without bothering to look at Akira, which Akira let out a sad sigh at this, was the tenth time today this had happened regardless if a nurse noticed her or not. She knew they were busy but a bit of manners cost nothing.
"Still, over 2 hours at least," Akira muttered, opening her eyes to glance at the door, her hands shifting to play with the gold chains on her skirt. "After this, can we go out? I wanted to get some more clothing that fits. You know, the changes and all. Have to keep up with the fashion trends no matter what, what's new today is so fad tomorrow." She motions down her body, Nathaniel's eyes, hidden behind his glasses, following her hand.
"Of course. Got to find that new fish lure for you don't we?" The lifting of Akira's hand landed on Nathaniel's thigh as he chuckled away, sharing a quick exploration of their tip tongues licking the other afterwards, there was nothing tastier than feeling the saliva and insides of your loved, unless they had fuckin marmite in it as hers did every so often, but that was the beauty of mouthwash.
The door clicked open and a man adorning a white coat and a clipboard entered.
"Akira Mcclean?" The doctor mumbles, glancing up from his clipboard, then pausing for a moment. Akira arched a brow at him, hoping something negative wasn't about to come out of his mouth; the look seemed to instil worry in her. A moment later though, he smiled as Akira gave a wave.
"You're here to see how the treatments are coming along, correct? And the paperwork says the RN already took a blood test and asked a few questions?"
Akira gave another nod, leaning up from Nathaniel to straighten herself. The two sat on the inspection table, the sound of crinkling paper beneath them as she shifted. "Simple questions, just about how I was doing if I've been having any problems, mostly mundane things." She answered, glancing towards Nathaniel for a moment. What irritated her is it seemed previously that the nurses kept glancing at her partner as if they were watching for reactions to their questions as well. To which he had made clear his disapproval of.
The doctor nodded, taking a seat in his swivel chair, "Well, Doctor Atkinson, a pleasure to meet you." He held his hand out to shake her partner's hand, who nodded his head over to Akira while covering his mouth with the back of his right hand, clearly attempting to suppress his chuckle. Which the Doctor noticed and led to him offering his hand to Akira. Who took it and embraced warmly, while Nathaniel's was stiffer after the doctor offered his hand again.
"Her brother, nice to meet you doc," Nathaniel said as the doctor paused for a moment at his answer, quickly nodded before moving on to Akira again.
"My chart and test results say your testosterone levels are sharply diminished, along with more estrogen being produced," Dr Akinston looked over his papers, stroking his light grey bread "By now you should be noticing changes around this period such as thinning body hair and a change of fat distribution?"
The doctor glanced back up. Akira glanced down, squeezing her chains in her hand. "Well, I think I'm getting prettier everyday," She joked, a soft laugh as Nathaniel hummed in agreement. She sighed. "I've been having to shave less, I think, and Nathaniel, have you noticed any specific body changes?" She put him on the spot, causing Nathaniel to raise a brow, then a surprised look.
"Oh- I suppose you're ahem. There is a bit more difference in the thighs/ breasts areas and such-"
"Nothing too far yet, doctor." Akira ends. Atkinson nods, checking a few things off his clipboard. "Any negative side effects noted? Unusual weight gain, pain, scalp hair loss, low sex drive?"
Akira glances towards Nathaniel for a moment, a hidden smile on her face. "None of that is noticeable. All healthy, a little bit of weight gain but it's manageable, no pain," She shakes her head, hair flowing and bouncing on each shoulder. "No hair loss up here. I can feel it grow more every day."
"Soon, it will be all the way down to that fine ars-"
Her finger moves to wheesh Nathaniel's mouth before he finishes with the vulgarness, his back straightening slightly at the action. "Sex drive has been fine."
The doctor's lip quirks into a smile, before he writes down a few more things across the paper. "As the months go on, body hair growth should cut down considerably more, some things should become rounder, and most importantly, muscle mass will decrease noticeably."
"I'm not going to be overly weak or anything, am I?" Akira asks, making sure her body won't become frail or lethargic despite how she works out everyday so she is toned from the arm down right to her ankles. The doctor shakes his head quickly. "No no, as most women have a lot of estrogens, and I'm sure you've seen, muscle mass will decrease to allow that more usual feminine shape to appear. You'll notice a lot more fat distribution over the next few years." The doctor taps his clipboard. "Seems your previous doctor had you on testosterone blockers for a while before you just recently switched to estrogen?"
Akira nods, squeezing Nathaniel's thigh, which he tried to ignore as Akira felt his hand circling her arse ever so timidly as his fingers found themselves tapping heavily on her buttocks.
"Good," The doctor glances up from his papers, clicking his pen several times in quick succession. "Since you're new to it and only a few months in, we'll want to keep a close eye, as these changes can cause a lot of negative or even dangerous symptoms. So we want to do our best to catch them before they escalate, hence all the tests and being prodded and poked at with needles and other uncomfortable things. Once we're sure about the majority of how your body is reacting and responding to all this, we'll be able to cut back on that a lot, but it is a needed safety precaution just in case."
Akira nods again, partially irritated with so much work, but understanding it's needed for her own health. With that, the doctor taps his clipboard once more. "I think that's it, you seem to be healthy so far, and your progress seems like it's going great. Do you two have any questions?"
Akira adjusts her hair once more, thinking of one. As Nathaniel stares down at his lap, then up to the doctor without much head movement, analyzing the doctor's facial expression and body language.
"With my progress so far, how much longer do you think I'll be on the cross-sex hormone therapy?"
Dr Atkinson curls his lips in thought, before parting them to speak. "Usually it takes about 3 years give or take, Considering your medical history though and your current position, it may take up to four. Your body has a lot more readjusting to do before it gets used to constantly producing its own hormones, but every few months you should notice constant changes, and I think you'll be happy with the results. It could take less, but just considering the previous time you've visited my office, we've got to take that into consideration."
Nathaniel smiles a little before his lips fall back to their normal position as Akira feels the quick squeezes on her arse, ooh yes as always that was nice. His eyes darted behind his glasses to watch Akira's hands clasped together, and her smile. "Sounds perfect, I'll schedule my next appointment with the receptionist?" Akira questions, unsure if she's a nurse as well from how she had seen her popping in and out constantly in the time they had been there. Dr Akinston doesn't give much response to it, so she assumes that's a yes.
"In that case, we'll file your paperwork, if you have any other questions, don't hesitate to call whenever, we're open from around 8 to 7. If that's all, I'll see you at your next appointment, Ms Maclean." He gives a small nod and a smile, slipping out of the room.
Akira exchanges a glance with Nathaniel, smiling as well. "I told you they wouldn't be much longer. Just had to wait a little bit for testing. Patience always has its virtues for those who wait. Besides, you're clearly on the way to being the woman that you have always been."
Akira gives an 'mhm' in agreement.
Nathaniel stays smiling. Akira raises a brow in confusion. "What?" She asks, wondering why his smile was still in place.
"You like him, don't you? As your doctor for your conversion?"
Akira glances down, squinting her eyes as she smiles like she's been caught. "I don't tend to like the nurses too much though here with the way they look at me. Their attitudes say everything, despite having said nothing to me. I'm used to it by now, what with everything that I have been through to finally have the treatment all these years, all the waiting and references I had to get to this bloody point."
Nathaniel sighs and wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. "I think we can trade a few stingy nurses and stuffy psychotherapists we had to deal with for a good and caring doctor that makes you comfortable right?"
Akira nods against him. "He asks the right questions, he doesn't prod, He's good at explaining and telling me what I should look forward to, And he's not like some of the other medical professionals we've met. He seems like he respects his patients. He respects me. Respects you despite how obvious we are as a couple eh brother?"
Nathaniel nods, squeezing her shoulder gently in reassurance. "I get that feeling from him as well, he's the first one today that looked at and talked to you like you were there. Do you want to set up your next appointment with the receptionist then?"
"I think I can deal with the nurses in exchange for a doctor who cares about not only my health and well being but also in his attitude. The last doctor we had didn't even refer to me as a miss," Akira muttered, her fists curling, then releasing as her expression seemed to sadden for a moment. Nathaniel pulled her closer, leaning to place a kiss on her cheek.
"Well, now we can look forward to someone who knows and treats his patients with basic empathy, as all doctors should." Nathaniel patted her back, "Let's set up that appointment and get to shopping shall we my queen?"
Akira's expression shifted once again to a grin, allowing her body to slip off the examination table.
"Oh, one more thing I forgot!"
"And tha…'' The quickness of the white glove found itself grabbing the crotch areas of her beloved. His balls were right in the palm of her hands, feeling the force of her squeezing them so suddenly.
"Been wanting to do that the moment I had your thigh babe," Akira chuckled as she landed a big kiss on Nathaniel's cheek. Who merely found it all bemusing as he straightened his pants out after the uplifting Akira just gave him.
"All square now."
"Well played dick."
Her lover finished as the two left arms in arm and joined by their companions waiting tirelessly in the waiting room, Akira high fiving Bel, while Maribelle opened the doors for them. Nathaniel smiling warmly patted her leather black jacket shoulder for.
"Open sesame," The fine carat gold of Nichols door handles opening at the command of Akiras hands.
Behold, the divine beauty of being among the fashion among fashionique. The skirts, the frillys, the dresses, the tight jeans, even jumpsuits that actually looked she could wear indeed. All at Akira's disposal for her to wear and tear and splash out as much as she liked. Finally, once again she can add to ever changing, ever up to date clothes a goddess like her needs.
"Right ladies, let's spoil ourselves real good. Race you to the dresses Bel, tenner says they will have that dress we've both been eyeing," And the way Akira bolted as Bel eyed her through the blouses, a staff member pierced to the side to make way for the one and only. A few other customers eyeing her up or shouting as Bel slid under the opening of a couple's open legs as she crossed the finishing line first. The woman pulled down her skirt in the embarrassment of Bel's actions.
Akira arriving first as an older woman quickly moved to avoid Akira colliding into her.
Come on, come on, out of the way shitty red dress, oh goddess why did the Princess Jessibelle of all people have to make overalls in fashion again. Who decided to put this ugly shirt here, a quick elbow to Bel impeded her from getting in line as Akira noted the staff seemed to be bewildered at the sight. Whether it's her or the sight of two women piling through their wear. Her Nathaniel, working the well-rounded manager with Maribelle near the till who was always flustered and trying to establish her authority whenever they visited the store, the smell of her roses perfume always finding its way across the store as she huffs and puffs at her love.
Clink after clink after clink of clothing hangs, old baggy clothes blown to one side or to the floor, Akira continuing her hunt for her prize as Bel finally joins her. A shop attendant looked on in disgust at the mess, but pulled aside by the manager before she could intervene, Akira noticed as she gave a friendly wave at the staff member in question.
"Ah-ha, I knew they had it in stock, I won, girl, again. Another tenner you owe me, on top of the thirty you owe me already from me kinging you at checkers last month." Akira paraded as Bel caught her breath from the might of Akira's elbow, straightening the teal of her low skirt and matching crop top.
"You cheat, just you wait. I'm going to split your ass sideways one of these days, you won't be able to shit right for a week afterwards," Last winter's sweater wear finding itself covering Bel's face in response to that threat.
"Come, sweetheart, let's rummage these skirts and tops for the best ones."
The two continued for a while as their baskets continued to be filled with a variety of clothes.
"I like this one honestly," Akira picked up the dark blue dress off the rack, holding it to her body. "Mmm, I think it'll fit too. It might only reach past my knees, but I can wear stockings. What do you think, guys?"
Bel looks over from the rack beside her, pausing her motions of sorting through the clothing of short skirts for a moment. "I think it'd look wonderful on you. White stockings may look better compared to black if you're going for a lighter outfit, especially as it heightens your ever-growing hair of beauty.'' Akira smiles at her, switching a quick glance over to Maribelle standing off to the side, looking at and trying on a few pairs of loafers, whole cuts and leather boots laid near the suits and jeans section, no surprise for the bull. She was clearly as fond of boots, leather and heels as her Nathaniel and Elena were.
"It's nice, Miss Akira." Mari gives a stiff thumbs up. Akira smiles brightly, "Thank you both." She finally shakes the dress to Nathaniel to get his opinion. Clearly as ever zoned out from the world on from another rack of clothing, seemingly focused on a few fabrics and striped women suits with great interest. "Oi Prick?" Akira calls out once more, shaking the blue dress gently once again to get his attention. He finally looks up, giving her a cheeky smile. "Hmm? Oh- Sorry, I was thinking this might look good on you."
Nathaniel shifts to grab an eccentric crimson jacket from the rack, a black and shiny belt hanging from its waist. Akira curls her lips, before popping them to speak. "That may be a bit dark, but what about this one?"
Nathaniel sets the red jacket back, glancing over the dress placed in front of Akira's figure. "I think you'd look great in it. Something for the walks in the autumn leaves," By that Nathaniel meant it seemed fancier, but Akira knew that. The jacket, in particular, seemed to be like what any other person would want to wear to a nice dinner or something, instead of a low-key event, but Akira liked the attention, the striking clothing had its appeal in a way.
"Oh! Do you think you can find this?" Akira reached back to her basket, pulling out a small dress, stitched from top to bottom in sequins of blues and whites. Nathaniel paused for a moment, before smirking.
"I think it'll look great on you, honestly but,"
Akira arched a brow, handing the dress to him. "But?" Nathaniel took it in his hands, stretching it out to glance over its full design and figure.
"You're going to look like a fishing lure. Let's hope no one shines a light on you, might get a little rainbow rhythm in here." Akira merely rolled her eyes and motioned him off with great haste.
"Piss off," The violet huffs, turning away to hide her smile, "Go see if you can find that in the size that fits me, please."
Nathaniel chuckles and shifts to look for an employee to ask. "As you desire, macushla." He bows partially, standing back up soon after.
"Póg mo thóin, Nathaniel." She sticks her tongue out. Nathaniel raises a brow in response, glancing over Akira with some kind of intent behind his gaze.
"Done, let me know when and where. My fine lips will cover that growing beauty behind yours and leave my sweet embrace all over you with my fine salvia making your prostate squeal as you always love it cunt." He winks, licking his fangs before waving, disappearing behind some more racks with an amused Mari, Bel staying by Akira's side as she brings her whole basket of tight undercut clothing over as other customers continue to look on with a mixture of disgust or shock at what they were seeing.
By the time they began checking out, Akira had needed two more baskets, completely full, no doubt from the additional items that Nathaniel and Maribelle had picked out in the corner for their own baskets, the latter whispering and assisting in picking out clothes with him as he pointed out some suits and pantsuits for her in return. The only thing she probably didn't have, was new shoes to match everyone's new outfits, but then she had her heels, her flats, boots she needed already. The cashier paused when Akira walked up to the counter, Nathaniel beside her.
"Just these I believe, unless I see anything else I like on the way out." Akira let out a soft laugh, placing the basket on the counter.
The cashier paused, letting out an awkward chuckle as she looked Akira up and down. Her brows seemed to scrunch as if she was analyzing Akira for the moment, looking at the manager before placing a smile that certainly didn't reach past the cheeks. "Oh- um, Of course, Ma'am."
Nathaniel watches as the price goes up, idly standing next to Akira as she glances over and tries on a few of their bracelets that are on display, first one goddess no, too tacky and something Madam Bala would wear, second too bland and sooo out of date, buy third set hell yes, perfect for her on all levels.
"What do you think of this one?" She jingles it to Nathaniel, catching his attention once again.
"Add it to the pile, you were saying you needed more accessories. So might as well buy what you want. It's your money you're spending here for all the clothes you're getting." Nathaniel shrugs, motioning forward. Akira shifts to unclip it from her wrists, dropping it alongside the clothing. Eventually, the cashier sorted through everything, shoving the dresses, folded or rolled up, into bags.
"Nat, can you get those please?" Akira muttered, glancing over a few more accessories as the woman finished. Nathaniel gave a small hum, grabbing four bags from the woman after she paid, Belyana grabbing four and Maribelle the last two, nudging Akira's shoulder once finished. "Didn't you want to grab a bite before we head back?" Nathaniel questioned, raising a brow. Akira hummed, turning back to him as they left the store with their limo waiting for them as the driver loaded all the bags in as Bel and Mari helped him out before climbing in the back. "We could just get room service?" She offers, as a smile plays on her lips. She walks beside Nathaniel, her arm moving to grasp his hand, pulling him closer, then moving to place it on her hip.
"I think the hotel food is better anyway, I was hoping we could have a bit more time and privacy for that fashion show we've been meaning to have for a while now?" Akira suggests, a sultry tone underlying her words. Nathaniel clears his throat, squeezing along Akira's hip and eventually onto the front of her lower skirt. Squeezing Akira's crotch area with timid passion.
"Then we have a plan A ghrá."
No matter how many times Aki saw her beloved's head around her crotch area, his tongue licking, taking it down his throat deeply. As the ultimate climax came as the sweat on Akira's brow glistened the deviness all the more. Then swallowing the last remains of her release as she fondled his scalp thoroughly. It always remained truly a divine feeling. Her beloved wiping that ever warm vagina mouth of the drips of cum that covered his chin and swallowing the last of her release, sitting up from between her legs, "Aaahh, there's nothing like a deep throat and sending my delicious cum down my bitches mouth is there?" Akira announced, pinching those rounded cheeks as the last bliss of her beloved blowjob came to its end. A smug smile on her lips as she watched Nathaniel shift to stand.
"Well, as ever, that's the top appetizer to sate our buds before we get down to our feast?" Her lover muses as a cum smelling gurk blew out of his mouth. Good to know her semen still leaves her lover satisfied every time.
"Hence the definition of Appetizers, now we can move onto the studded courses." Akira corrects, running a hand down and through her hair, before pulling up her pantyhose and fixing her skirt.
After a moment, she stands, spinning on her heel to the other side of the bed where new clothing is laid out with the tags attached. Nathanieliel fixing his beat on his jeans, leaning against the bed as she felt his gaze on her. "What else did you get besides the dresses? I have been itching to try something new lately which Mari offered some input on. And to see you in the best wear."
Akira shuffled through a few of the fabrics, before holding up a shoulder length puffy denim crop top. "This for one, which I think would look great on you." Tossing it over for him to catch. "I don't see why you're bothering to fix your clothes when you're gonna take them off again."
Nathaniel nods, brow creasing for a moment as he stands. "Soz, Force of habit?" He chuckled, undoing his pants and sliding them off, standing in nothing but a pink trio of padded bra, frilly socks, and panties. Akira glances over, and despite seeing it dozens of times in all glorious sets and designs, had to let out a wolf whistle in seeing her girl's marvelousness of embracing her gender as well.
"Just hand me one of the outfits," Nathaniel beckoned eagerly with both hands as he removed his shirt, setting it aside on the bed along with the rest of the clothing before Akira sat a pair of jeans next to him.
"These will go nicely with it." Akira patting the jeans and smoothing out any possible crests.
Nathaniel raising a brow and rubbing their neck at Akira's choice of trouser wear.
"Isn't this a bit too much? I don't want to be going too far back to bloody flocks of seagulls."
"Not after you put on a jacket that contrasts it," She holds up the bright red one picked out at the store earlier. "Your heel walking is up to my standards by now right?"
Nathaniel smirked "You know it is Aki. I walk in them practically everyday, hell I think I am your match now in making my feet sparkle in even the most uncomfortable heels." Nathaniel smirked as the top became covered in puffy denim apart from the miff baring his broad muscled tummy.
"You know I mean, walking as a woman that brings out your womanhood and not with the stiff male gait as you often do. There is a difference between the two as I have inputted to you time and time again love. So you had better back up that smugness when I see you walk or else." A little pinch of the silk that covered his arse made Akira's point clear.
"Of course dear, after all our work/pranks over the years that brought to light our fellow love, your guidance, your support with Mari and Bela not judging and giving pointers. Along with Bala's teaching to us about being a woman and respecting them as our equals and fellow fighters to make a better world has stuck with me through and through all these years,"
Akira found her left hand covering her face, the mere reminiscent of Madam Balaprada's "teachings" brought up certain feelings Akira wanted to scrub from her mind thoroughly.
"By her teachings, you mean when she made us dress up in Indian clothing for 2 months and had us perform a Bharatanatyam in front of the entire Indian court in exile? That included all our siblings and our divine goddess herself. I still remember all the ribbing we got for it. Even during the war, you remember Brother Phil and Sister Wendy always calling us the Chee-chee sissies or the Hijra tribe. Yes, thank you Nathaniel for reminding me of that particular history right on the day when we are meant to be enjoying ourselves you burk." Akira folded her arms and turned away from her Nathaniel. Fingers tapping along on her elbows.
Only the feeling of a black glove on her shoulder made her turn around. Nathaniel smiled despite Akira averting her gaze as her lips continued to pout.
"Hey come on now, we nailed that dance with Ghashmira thanks to her coming to help us out. Even Kayci was impressed with us for nailing it and finally showing her how much we had synced together. Besides, I know you enjoyed getting to wear those clothes, skipping around in the Bella outfit. Especially considering why Bala made us do it in the first place hmm?"
Akira finally turned to face Nathaniel. Not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her smile or acknowledge the truth of that episode that belongs in the past.
"Just get changed toots, I want you in full denim, heels, chains and powered up fully so pucker up bitch."
Afterwards, she steadied her partner as they slipped on the jeans, having to hold a breath when Akira zipped and plucked them up. Ends partially flared out as the frilly's stick out at the bottom nicely. Akira clicks her tongue, tapping along her chin as she looks him up and down, eyes focusing on his exposed midriff for a moment, then down to the pants. "I think you look ravishing. But we might have to mix and match it up a bit." She nodded to the jacket once again. Nathaniel leans himself over the bed to grab the jacket, slipping it on finally.
"You'll try on the fishing lure one, right?" Akira questions, holding it up. The sequins jingle along with the dress, flickering back and forth with their white and blue colours.
Her partner looks it up and down, giving a soft sigh. "I think this suits me better, don't you?" Straightening out the jacket as they ran their hands over the top and jeans as if to touch the feeling of women's wear on him. Akira nodded, sizing them up and enjoying the view of her almost finished work.
"It does, but I think you should at least give it a shot. I think it would bring out your back and shoulders nicely, not to mention make you glitter and sparkle in a dress."
He chuckles in acceptance. "Alright, can I borrow your heels from your bag first before you cover me in fish? The red ones please, to match this smooth jacket and denim galore." Her love practically pleading for her now to crown her fully.
Akira nods, kneeling to grab her carry-on from under the bed, setting a pair of red wedge pumps close to Nathaniel. He bends over to slip them on, then pulling them tightly for readjustment so his feet don't slip.
"Oh yes, I've been waiting to have my feet in these all day long, so smooth and comfortable. Oh, and they enhanced my height even more." And on and on they continued, gleaning in delight as they pranced around the room loudly as if this was their first time doing this, every single time he did this.
Brushing their hair back afterwards once they returned, standing straight and striking a quick pose for Akira. "Sexy, eh?" Nathaniel said, twirling around with a hands-on hip.
"Drop dead gorgeous," Akira compliments, dropping another pair of shoes beside the bed along with leaving her makeup kit for Nathaniel for him to pick up.
"Oh! There was something I wanted to try," Akira shuffles through the clothing a bit more, picking up a long sleeve that has the midriff exposed in a v-shaped cut, then a short skirt that reaches just above the knee.
"You're not going through the fish lure phase again, are you?" Nathaniel teases once again, referring to how shiny the skirt is as she starts applying eye shadow via the brush provided. "Goddess help us if we ever have to go shopping for a new bikini or something, you'll probably pick out the shiniest one, then we'll all be in trouble."
Akira huffs, picking up one of the pillows and tossing it at him. "I just like how pretty they are and how good they are on me, Now hush cunt."
Nathaniel catches it, glancing to the mirror across the room to get a good look at himself while applying mascara and then lip gloss. "You know, I think I really pull this off, Definitely going to borrow it off you for sure," He jokes, brushing his hair back again and posing with their fine arse sticking out.
"By all means. You can eventually wear that in public and let the world see you expressing your full femininity." She strips off her previous skirt and replaces it, then her jacket and shirt to put on the long sleeve.
An expression cascades over Nathaniel's face as he moves over after powdering up his cheeks as he often did to hide the scars that stand with his lips, spiking confusion into Akira. "Hmm…?" She hums, her brows furrow in question. Leaning to guide her chin forward, pecking a kiss onto her lips, the feeling of strawberry gloss on Akira's own lipstick felt divine. "I think you look preppy in it. But it's cute."
Akira lets out a small hum, parting her lips to say something as Nathaniel pulls away, only for the hotel room's door to chime.
"Oh good Room Service is finally here," Nathaniel noted as Akira could see the rubbing of his hands and licking of his lips, then realising the circumstances after glancing at his outfit, then back up to Akira. "Umm... Want me to get it?"
Akira shakes her head, fixing her skirt and stockings underneath. "I can handle it, but," She pauses him, leaving forward to steal another kiss, this time nipping at Nathanieliel's bottom lip. Nathaniel smiles, watching Akira make her way over to the door, opening it.
The bell boy gives her a small wave, "Room servic-" He pauses for a few seconds, eyes flickering behind her, then back to Akira who keeps a hand on her hip, a calm expression on her face with a raised eyebrow. "I can Uhm, leave it here, ma'am. If you'd like." He offers, only to watch Akira step aside and motion in. "Just put the cart by the bed please." She asks, not wanting to have to pull it in herself with the pile of trays of food and drinks on it. Bellboy takes a moment to glance over the clothing along the bed, eyes landing on Nathaniel. For a few seconds he doesn't move, until quickly pushing the cart in, seemingly caught off guard. "O-Of course, ma'am." He mumbles. Nathaniel glances at the view of Kensington, as the bell boy drops the cart off, quickly making his way back to the door where Akira holds it open.
"I-If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call. Anything for the guests of our presidential suite." He gives a short nod, Akira smiles, her eyes falling to a slit as she gives an amused nod, leaving him a wealthy tip, catching the soft pink that stretches all the way up to the bellboy's ears.
"Thank you, I will do that. You have a nice afternoon now, handsome." She bid him adieu, which he exchanged before the door was shut. Akira turned back to look at Nathaniel.
"What?" He questions, noting her stare and sheepish smile.
"He was checking you out there." She laughs, only for Nathaniel to hum in doubt.
"Nah come on, He was just surprised to see a 6'2 man." Nathaniel motions to his clothing. " In such-"
Akira cuts him off with an embrace from behind. Running a hand through that silky smooth chestnut hair of his. The denim feeling so smooth on her love and on Akira as well.
"A sexy, well-built body adorning feminine clothing rather nicely, face it a thasgaidh, you are magnificent on every level and every person who sees you in makeup and embracing your inner woman would think so as well hmm?"
Nathaniel's lip grew wide, coyly bouncing on their wedges in full delight, doing another sashay pose in the mirror and then hugging Akira tightly and spinning her around. The sweet fragrance of vanilla emulating from him as he continued spinning her before stopping and kissing her cheeks multiple times.
"Tapadh leat Aki, you are truly Áine reborn, never forget that my love." Eventually putting Akira back on her heels.
As if right on cue, Bel and Mari entered the room with their card for it. Eager to view the rest of the show and feast that was about to be engorged upon.
Akira could see Bel scanning Nathaniel as if to analyze her work front the way she'd coyly put her finger to her chin and walked around them, taking a quick peek at Akira's butt that Akira caught. Mari merely strode herself over to the table and poured herself a glass of red wine. Looking on with ambience with her legs crossed.
"Posle poludnya ladies, glad to see I haven't missed the action. Oh my, you're looking proper tight in those denim boss. Glad my girl knows her fashion or else you'd never know where to twist your bra and panties up your tight arse." Bel said, grinning widely. Nathaniel and Akira pulling a hand to their faces complete in sync
"Hey Bel, here's an exclusive for your Russian dictionary and future endeavours once the revolution begins from us brits, it's a national gesture and one all non-brits learn eventually. Ready Aki?"
"Ready," And so to her faithful companion. Came the one hand salute to all wankers from her and her love.
Which caused Bel to raise her hands, twiddling them out loud to express how scared she was of that noble act. Mari merely took another sip of her wine. Comfortable in the suite's dining room chairs by the looks of her blase posture on it.
"Psss, please ladies. That soft shit pisses compared to the harshness of the rocks I used to-"
"Smash as hard as the Russian bears that you used to scotch over every time they invaded the Checks, we know that already Bel." Akira and Nathaniel finished for her, putting upon themselves having to hear the classic tale that their companion likes to remind them of.
"Never hurts to remind you both of that simple fact, don't fuck with us Chechens, you may dent us. But you will never break us, those Russians and their coldness crap melt quicker than Sancho does at being fucked by Sulamian." Bel finished by pumping her breast hard with her fists, complete silence fell the suite.
Akira trying to digest Bel's interesting comparison, Nathaniel shaking his hands when she looked at him for some context. She would have to worked that one out, how the fuck does she know Sancho cums prematurely at his boyfriend's penis being up his bumhole?
Ding Ding Ding, the ring of the bell on the table quickly driving that thought aside.
"Ahem, are we going to eat or not? There's fine food going to waste here, so if you don't mind. I would like to have our lunch/dinner already please." Mari said as she lifted her plate of roast beef, potatoes, Yorkshire pudding all layered on with gravy lavished by her. Bel skipping and cartwheeling over before jumping on her seat. Emphasizing her gymnastics as ever.
But before Akira could go over to her food. Nathaniel snapped his fingers, clearly suddenly remembering something.
"Oh yes, Before we dine with our fellow girls, there was one more thing I wanted you to try on. If it's alright," He motions, walking back over to the bed where the pile of fabrics and clothes sit.
"Just be quick Andre, otherwise I am tempted to take your meals down to the soup kitchen a few streets away. You often rant to your politician friends about the shame of them existing up in your precious north?"
"Yes madam Artemisia, don't worry. We'll be right back, so you can get all ready to be the hunkiest Catterina tonight." Nathaniel quipped back before Akira pulled him away by hand.
"I didn't say the fashion show had to be over, did I?" Akira teases, causing a sigh to leave Nathaniel's lips as he finally drags out a long dress, the one with the straps. "Mari and I picked this out, I wanted to see how you'd like it. I think because You would have preferred it."
"Wow, it's stylish," Akira laughs, striding over to pick up the end of it, glancing at its Prussian blue hue. "Here," She begins to strip off her previous wares, setting them on the bed, then putting on the dress. She steps into it, pulling it up her frame and pauses. "Nathaniel?"
He raises a brow, afraid it doesn't fit. "Hmm?"
"Help me get the back, please?" She laughs gently, referring to the clasps and zipper. Nathaniel's brows rise for a moment before finishing processing Akira's request, "Of course Aki," He quickly moves behind her, pulling the dress up the rest of the way, then together.
Akira yepping as the fabric of the dress crouched upon her ribs and hips rather tightly. The zipper rubbed up against the back harshly as the hairs on it cowed the more it went up.
"Suck it in sweetheart," Nathaniel jokes, Akira flipping him off in the mirror, Nathaniel chuckling lightly. Pulling up the zipper, then fixing the choker around her neck for the final touches. Taking a moment to admire the handiwork of Eleana on her back, of the figure that had braided himself on her soul for all eternity. Along with the fine colours and diving dragons on her arms.
"Okay,"
The feel of velvet grasping her hips softly, taking its fine time of rubbing and feeling her ever-evolving body, the smooth feel of his face against her arm, glancing across the room to the mirror. "I say it all the time, everything you wear, looks wonderful on you doesn't it," he compliments.
Akira shifts in the dress, grasping the sides to pull them down, removing any wrinkles to leave it flush against her body. "I like it a lot actually, but I think it'd go well with some accessories, and especially a jacket."
"The white one?"
She nods, shifting her stance to give a profile view, smiling at her figure. "It's so fitting, I enjoy that."
"I thought you would." Nathaniel moves to grab one of the light-toned jackets from the closet, bringing it over to gently set it along Akira's shoulders. "Think this works?"
Akira nods, reaching back to grasp and put it over her arms, filling them into the sleeves and putting it on. The collar flares up partially but otherwise fits sleekly around her body. "What do you think?" She turns to Nathaniel, twisting her body side to side to show off.
"Marvellous, absolutely marvellous."
Grabbing him as the pair did a few poses together in the mirror arm around their waists. Eventually, Akira grabbed Nathaniel, twirling him down almost to the ground, pushing her tongue to kiss him deeply, which Nathaniel replicated as the salvia swelled between them as they continued their exploration of the other's mouth.
Nathaniel takes a deep breath in, a relaxed smile stretching onto his face. "You are truly a goddess among goddesses." He starts off, interesting Akira more in what he has to say.
"I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life, would this beautiful woman care to join me for our room service?" Nathaniel motions with a bow and reaching out his hand, looking her up and down once more.
"Of course Nat, but there's one more thing I want you to do."
"Hey Aki, what did you think of the book on Catherine? I still marvel at how she handled the Russian courts in her time, even if she helped it to expand further towards my home and other parts of the world." Bel said as she and Akira continued the discussion of their books they had been discussing the other day.
"It's certainly a most fabulous read for sure, there's so much to Catherine, of her life, of how she overthrew Peter and did reforms, even if she and others still kept Serfs to fund their wars etc. But still, these are the follies of those that lived and were born in those times. How are you finding the Count of Monte Cristo? Exquisite isn't it?"
"Hmm. it has its moments for sure, I like how it explores revenge and such, nothing like seeing Dante killing all those that wronged him, though I can't stand how Maximillien Morrel and Valentine de Villefort's little romance gets so much time, it's so dry and stilted. We get it, Dumas, they love each other, so let him screw and be done with it." Bel said as Akira nodded to her evaluation of one of her favourite books.
"That's fair enough, I can't help but like how Dumas captures their courtship, so many readers want to get to the kissing and the fornications, that they forget. I think that the buildup and exploration of a romance are just as interesting if not more so. After all, what is a relationship without a little…" Akira was about to finish before the loud yearning of her partner interrupted her thoughts.
"Oh man, that's what you call a proper Pasta Carbonara right here. Think it might even match your grandmother's back home, Mari?" Nathaniel said as he carefully took another bite of the ketchup covered bacon and chicken Carbonara, carefully avoiding smudging the powder on his cheeks and gloss on his lips, as the glitter of the fish lure continued to sparkle on him.
Akira blowing whistles with her two fingers at her hub for dressing up for dinner. Despite her brows fluttering at the cutting off of her thoughts on the books. Damn it all, now Akira had lost the insightful words she was going to say.
The cling of Mari's fork and knife hitting the plate loudly filled the whole room as she turned her full daggers at Nathaniel. Akira beamed at them while chewing a piece of her Ratatouille, the crispy tomato making her mouth water in true delectation. This was going to be interesting to watch.
"Are you seriously suggesting that a hotel's carbonara is somehow in the league of my grandmother's recipe, which goes back to the 16th century and has fed the families Castelmezzano at feasts for generations? Don't make me laugh." Mari boasted as she leaned back in her chair, raising a brow and planting her elbows on the table to see if her boss could counter that fact.
Akira in the meantime took another bite of the rat and a quick sip of her Vouvray. Eager to see what Nathaniel was going to say next.
"Woah Woah, no offence to your 80-year-old grandmother, but I know for a fact the head chef here is has 16 stars, only 4 other chefs in the entire world match or exceed that, so I think I am being most gracious and complementary to your matriarch when I say it comes close. Now get your fuckin elbows off this table, it's most indiscreet to have them on Madrea." Nathan pounding the table with his finger.
Which caused Mari to lean forward, completely unamused at those words muttered. The arctic of everything cold piercing right through from her corneas.
"Oi, what have I told you about using Italian cuss words, if you want to speak like a true Italian, then heed my advice and learn it so you have a clue of which cusses you are using, I'm sure Aurora would jump at the chance of privately teaching you, from the way she kissed you under the mistletoe at last year's Christmas party. I know table manners better than you do boy."
Elbows coming off the table, her pose prudent and elegant as if she had been raised by royalty itself.
Oh, this is so enjoyable to watch Mari as always in action with Nathaniel. This was partly why Akira chose her to be at her beloved side.
"You tell her Mari, learn from her dear, methinks she knows better than you do." Akira toasted Mari with her glass, as did Bel with her coke, who had been gouging on her Sauerbraten as the greasiness and cabbage pieces on her cheeks attested to.
Nathaniel mockery shrugging his shoulders at being taught.
"Alas, as I always say, I know that I know nothing. Cheers for your everlasting wisdom and potency of my ignorance of the Italian language stellina, you know if you are so eager for me to speak and know Italian fully, you could instruct me to make sure I don't fall short of your high standard. Only fair since I am at 30-29 of our tally after I beat you this morning at the gym, I today took the liberty as I always do in instructing you in making sure you don't ever wear another clown suit again as you had been doing. Eh, now who's ignorant, madam." Nathaniel then went as far as to plant his kittens on the table, deep blue to go along with the lure with Nathnaie's legs covered by brown pantyhoses Akira lent him. Puffing a kiss and flutter of his lashes at Mari, the chandler lights sparkled the lure dress fully.
"Oh, rimshot!" Bel said as rubbed her hands in anticipation of what Mari does next. Akira graciously continued her meal with a big chunk of her Rat going down her throat.
Mari merely afterwards went back to eating her roast dinner afterwards, glancing for a second back at him while chewing a large slice of her gravy-covered turkey. Then turning to look at the art pieces on the wall, measuring them up as she always measured art pieces from the 16th and 17th centuries. Likely thinking of what piece she could fetch for them or what a copy would fetch to interested Britannian or European collectors.
"Nathaniel, please be a dear, sit down and finish your fucking tea, this is most unladylike behaviour from you girl." Akira admonishes her love for the most unclothe behaviour unbecoming of her.
Nathaniel ran his hand through their hair as if to flip his nonexistent long hair in defiance.
"Well, come on over here and make me your Scottish cunt." Oh, now she has done it, well if that's what her beloved wanted. The bring it gesture with both hands showing her smugness.
Bel simply tooted before gulping whole Italian ice down her throat in one go. Releasing a full burp, Akira flung her teaspoon at her forehead for that most ungracious behaviour which cowed Bel.
But before she could rise to her feet. Mari raised her hand to her, having finished her roast and cleanse her face with her napkin.
Moving as swiftly as Black Beauty to her lover's side, gambolled into the air, and swept her legs undercutting her boss's patellas without spilling over his fruit juice or Carbonara. Sending him flinging right back into his chair. Which with the size of his body, tipped over instantly. Leaving him assuming the Kapotasana position, guess those yoga lessons from Balaprada finally were useful for something other than for their sex nights and yoga sessions.
Mari triumphantly stood over as her snake untangled his coils from his head.
"30-30, Buona Notte Sorella." Mari punctuated her victory by dropping her napkin over her boss's face, before returning to her set and finishing the rest of her wine.
Her partner leapt right back up onto her kittens without flinching or losing his balance. Planting a kiss into the napkin left by Mari with his gloss.
"Ha ha ha, that's why I count you so much, you know how to knock me off my peg and remind me of Memento Mori style. But also to advise and support me in work and our personal lives. Go, raibh maith agat sister." Nathaniel dropping into a full curtsy that would make an English rose blush in admiration.
Mari cocked her head slightly to acknowledge the reverence shown. Bel clapped her hand, Akira used both of her hands to blow kisses at her partner's humility.
Now that the dinner entertainment was over, it was time for dessert.
"Ah, feeling a ping in your heart, Nathaniel?" Akira teases, moving her hands up to dive under her hair, dragging her fingers through it to the ends to splay it out along her back. Nathaniel gives a contempt sigh, a small nod following as he has no means of joking about it in his system.
"C'mon over here, feed me at least one of these chocolate covered strawberries." She shakes her head, enjoying the ability to dine in her new dress, scooting the clothing aside so not to mark it. Nathaniel plucks one of the strawberries from the plate, "Say ah-"
Akira does so, allowing Nathaniel to place the strawberry on her lips, allowing her to take a bite from it. "Mmmm," She hums delightfully, chewing the strawberry. Nathaniel brings it to his mouth, finishing the rest off. "Good eh," He asks in an amused tone, setting the end down on the side of the plate. She nods.
"Delicious." Nathaniel nods, finishing his part of the berry,
"Almost delicious as you~"
Akira rolls her eyes again. "I should think so bitch."
The four continued to dine and lounge around the hotel room until about 7 o'clock. Without any of the drama that had just happened.