A/N: Written for an Anon Requestor on Tumblr. Still want to let every reader know that I'm thankful that you read my fics. Thank you for the reviews, the follows, the faves, and the sweet messages on Tumblr. :D
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Jealous lelouch is so cute in the chaining booth. It's really good hs story! 😍 i hope i could see cc's ver too i think i have never seen a jealous c.c. in fics 😍😍
Spring
"Civil war was spreading from the Vendée, and hostile armies hemmed the country on every side. Seeing no other option, the Revolutionary government called for La Terreur. Authored by Maximilien Robespierre, the French Revolution's Reign of Terror..."
C.C. cared less about what group Robespierre had cavorted with. The man was dead and rotting somewhere in a Parisian grave. Lelouch was the one who had a hard-on for history, not her. But with that fact in mind, didn't that make her attempts all the more useless? Fingers tapping on the screen of her phone in deep thought, she stared at the back of Lelouch's head as he sat upfront, nose buried in a book with his signature bored-face no doubt.
C.C.: You look riveted. :3
Lelouch: Haha.
Lelouch: Very funny.
Lelouch: Also, pay attention.
C.C.: To what?
C.C.: A dead politician?
C.C.: Very intriguing. :P
Lelouch: I don't have time to babysit your studies.
C.C.: Who said you had to? :P
Lelouch: C.C… Stop texting.
C.C.: But you're replying.
C.C.: Lelouch?
C.C.: ?
C.C.: Lelooouuuccchhh !
C.C.: I need to ask you something.
She caught him glancing down every now and then, clearly noticing her messages. She resisted the urge to snicker. This was new, considering she usually wasn't one to pester. If anything, he pestered her more via texts, more than she did.
Lelouch: Can't this wait?
C.C.: Stop pretending like you care about the French revolution.
C.C.: You know too much about it already.
Casually, he glanced over his shoulder and flashed a smirk, pretending to look around afterwards before he returned to the school-issued textbook and their teacher's continuous droning while she paced the room with a book in hand.
Lelouch: Touché
Lelouch: So what is it, Cera?
C.C.: I have tutoring with Yukiya later. But afterwards, do you want to have dinner?
Did this sound too needy?
C.C.: I'm craving cheese fries.
Lelouch: And pizza. :P As always.
C.C.: :P Yes or no?
Lelouch: :* Later, I promise.
C.C. resisted the urge to sigh. This was the fifth date she initiated, and the fifth one he would shoot down. He didn't technically reject her initiative yet, but he might as well have, with an answer like that. And it wasn't as if she was counting or keeping a rejection tally, but it was hard to ignore when it kept happening consecutively.
There are things in life that are more important than her recent interactions with her boyfriend, but her only other choice at the moment was to listen to a lecture about the Jacobins and the Girondists, and quite frankly, she'd pick the former — no matter how disheartening it was starting to look.
The hour hand landing on the blessed number twelve took forever, but as soon as the shrill alarm of the school bell interrupted the lecture, the entire class sighed with relief, gathered up their respective belongings and began filing out of the classroom as if it were on fire. Another school day had finished, and they were another day closer to departmental exams and mountains of study material. How did she find the time for romance again?
Lelouch had just finished arranging his belongings neatly before he turned to her with an easy smile. She let him take her hand and lead her out of the classroom. He looked like he was in a good mood. C.C. could only wish she felt the same.
"It's a 'no,' isn't it?" C.C. spoke first, referring to their text conversation from earlier while being careful to keep her tone nonchalant as she swung their hands between them.
Lelouch pursed his lips guiltily. "I wouldn't say that. We could always—"
The pointed vibration that signaled an incoming call interrupted whatever reason he'd been prepared to spout. He excused himself, and as they continued walking the hallways of the busy academy, C.C. was treated to hearing the one-sided conversation that sounded like the reason for another rescheduled date. It was either the student council or he was meeting another one of their friends with the intention to take care of more schoolwork.
Typical Lelouch.
She zoned out and watched the students pass by, minding their own businesses. It was a refreshing change and a far cry from the treatment she and Lelouch were subjected to when their relationship had been new. She didn't think she'd ever escape the neverending gawking and the giggling, but thankfully, the student body had moved on from Milly's most unforgettable event so far, and into the humdrum of student life.
Spring Break was just around the corner, but before everyone could kick back and relax, there was the final hurdle to jump over: the departmental exam. She was doing her best on her end — still making the effort to ask for tutoring sessions from Yukiya Naruse, because the boy was just so damn good at what he did.
Maybe she should stop subtly asking Lelouch to have quality time together. He was busy with studies on top of Student Council duties. She wasn't even asking for a date — just to share a meal together and maybe have fun in their own ways like they used to do.
Lelouch cleared his throat, catching C.C.'s attention. "As I was saying. We could reschedule for tomorrow night."
"Friday. Let's just put it on the weekend then."
"No, I can't." He hastily snapped, clearing his throat again and looking away as if embarrassed by the sudden outburst. "I'll be very busy with Milly and Kallen on that day. Student Council events and all that."
Of course he was busy… "Right. Tomorrow then."
She considered saying something else, but they quickly ran out of time as the doors to the Math Club president's classroom drew closer and closer. With little else to say to the busy bee that had replaced her boyfriend, she simply accepted the affectionate kiss on the cheek right before he nudged her towards the open doors.
The date could wait…
=OoOoO=
"Lelouch, does it ever bother you?"
"What bothers me?"
"Girls think you're hot for some reason."
Lelouch noticed C.C. watching him like a hawk. He stopped fiddling with the pen and turned to her with a frown growing even more apparent on his face.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What's 'what' supposed to mean?" She blinked innocently. An open textbook lay abandoned beside her while she clutched one of his pillows to her chest.
"'For some reason'?"
C.C. smirked at his incredulous tone. "Sooo~ you think you're attractive."
He ignored the mischievous glint in her eyes, nonchalantly shrugged, and corrected her. "Decent."
C.C. hid a smile. She was never one to tell him often, lest she inflate the ego that he already had. But it was sort of funny that he labeled his looks 'decent' when they both knew he was very handsome. It was easy to forget that they'd had mutual crushes on each other before their friends tugged on some ropes, conspired, and brought them together in the most unconventional way imaginable.
"Liar. Even you're aware of your own looks."
With a patient sigh, Lelouch partially closed his book, leaving his thumb in-between the pages as a bookmark. "Why are we having this conversation?"
She shrugged. "I'm bored."
"You have math."
"And math is boring."
Oh good gods. He released an audible groan. "But if you want good grades and the acceptance letter from that University we're applying for, then you'd better listen to Naruse and finish your homework."
"Okay, Mom." C.C. rolled her eyes and snickered, snatching the smartphone he'd abandoned on his nightstand.
"What are you doing?"
"Pizza first."
"C.C.~"
C.C. pursed her lips and focused on her task, trying not to laugh. Because Lelouch vi Britannia whined. The ever mature and confident Student Council Vice President actually whined. "I'm hungry."
Having had enough, he snatched the phone from her, and almost laughed at how taken aback she looked. "No."
Well this isn't funny. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stopped herself short of thumping her foot on the wooden floors. "I require sustenance if I am to accomplish every task."
"What are you, a robot?"
Face devoid of emotion and reaction, her voice dropped into a monotone as she fixed piercing gold eyes on his face and spoke, "I can't study well if I'm hungry. If I can't study well, I'll fail. And if I fail, I won't get good grades. No good grades means rejected uni applications. Rejected uni applications means no future. You'd hate that, wouldn't you? I'd be deadweight, and you hate deadweight. And guess what? It's all your fault."
"C—"
"Because you kept me from eating on that one particular day."
"You're ridiculous."
"But I make sense." She grinned wolfishly. Triumphantly.
"A whole lot of nonsense." He grumbled under his breath — still very much averse to the idea, but he reluctantly handed over his phone anyway. "Why don't you use your own phone?"
C.C. smirked at the irony. "In the bag. Too tired."
Exasperated, he sighed again and cautiously eyed the rucksack only two feet away. Why was he dating her again?
"Your arguments deserve a proper hearing in a court case."
"Why thank you. I take that as a generous compliment." Giggling, she returned his phone and kissed his cheek.
"It wasn't a compliment."
"That's a useless point, isn't it?"
C.C. was smiling like the Cheshire Cat, proud of her victory, and then she sauntered away to the bathroom. Left alone in his pristine room and the floor covered in textbooks and a single open laptop, he groaned and rubbed his temples to fend off the migraine that threatened him.
Was it safe to say that the honeymoon phase of their dating life was at an end? He was starting to notice a shift. And he didn't want to admit it out loud, but they sounded like a middle-aged married couple. Suzaku pointed out the same thing before, but he had been too stubborn to acknowledge it then. Gods, he just turned eighteen, and C.C. was on the cusp of the same age. They had no business sounding like they were forty-three.
He didn't mind the banter so much, because as odd as it sounded, he was used to it. That had been their dynamic from the start. It was just… amplified lately.
Lelouch blamed it on the stress of coming departmental exams, the Student Council duties he had to juggle, and the planning — planning for something special that had to do with C.C. He wasn't keen on giving himself away just yet, and in doing so, he'd been busy the past week crafting white lie after white lie. Maybe he should have thought twice about agreeing to the event coordination before he jumped in headfirst. Because now, there was no way out of this.
It's not like he wanted to quit… Not in a million years. He simply wanted it to be the best event it could be for C.C… For them.
And quite frankly, he'd made irreversible commitments already. He already asked for the involvement of pizza in the menu — in spite of the fact that the restaurant didn't serve pizza. The request garnered weird stares from the cook and his crew, but he could do little but shrug. The staff agreed anyway as long as he paid.
Besides, his girlfriend loved pizza… What was there to say?
He needed to call Kallen. Her advice was rather necessary. Scowling at Pizza Hut's number on the 'Recently Called' log, he swiped to the left and ignored the annoyance bubbling up. He'd accepted long ago that it was just how C.C. functioned. Even before they started dating, he always found her obsession for pizza quite bizarre. It was more than just a favorite food to her, for some reason. She was a fan of pizza — as weird as that sounded in his head. Shaking his head, his face lit up in turn when he found Kallen's number, dialed it, and put the phone to his ear.
The sound of the bedroom door creaking open alerted Lelouch to her presence, but it didn't distract him from the call.
C.C. returned from the bathroom to find Lelouch on the phone. From the tone of the conversation it sounded like whoever was on the other line was a member of the Student Council. And considering the recent company he kept, C.C. would hazard a guess and say it was either Shirley or Milly… Maybe she should throw Kallen in there too.
For some reason, her best friend was having too many private conversations with Lelouch lately — sometimes to the point of interrupting a date.
Through it all, C.C. ignored the strange brew of emotions that bubbled within her. A tiny voice in her head suggested ludicrously that she was getting a little green. But no… C.C refused to call this feeling that. To call it 'jealousy' was ridiculous, not to mention illogical. Being jealous meant she was insecure about Lelouch's feelings towards her and to some extent, it meant she didn't trust him wholly.
Which was wrong… Because C.C. didn't even know she could be so dependent and so trusting of Lelouch. She trusted him better than anyone.
Still, it was hard to deny that she felt a tiny bit miffed whenever he would pull away from their sparse dates to accommodate this one girl's request before jumping to the other. It honestly felt like he was holding a long-distance and private soirée with most of the girls C.C. knew in school and then some.
So what if she was trying to get his attention more lately?
It was only fair, right?
Plus, he always subtly complained that she wasn't giving him enough attention. That one time they got a little tipsy at that one party, where she was texting Kallen about finding their ride home, Lelouch all but threw her phone away because he couldn't stop snogging her. And now that the tables had turned, he had no right to gripe.
"What are you frowning for?" Lelouch's voice snapped her out of her rumination.
Was she staring into space that long?
"Nothing. Student Council trouble?" She cocked an eyebrow as Lelouch put his phone aside and resumed reading off of the textbook.
"Partially. I needed Kallen's input on Milly's next event." Lelouch lied, refusing to look her in the eyes lest she discern the truth in his gaze with her uncanny knack for reading him.
"Why is Milly prioritizing school events when exams are close? There's always the last few days before Spring break starts, if you all want to plan."
"I am a subordinate. I simply follow orders."
"Bullshit… But eh, I'll let you enjoy it. I suppose some events need a certain degree of confidentiality if we're all going to have fun. Right?" She spoke with a lilt in her voice that had Lelouch's internal alarm bells ringing.
C.C. was too damn perceptive for her own good. She was too much like a cat these days — curious and inquisitive. He hoped his own indifference would be enough to get her off his trail. If she was going to be nosy to the nth degree, Lelouch didn't think he'd be capable of planning his surprise, and he genuinely needed this to work. Again, he was doing this for them after all, and no one else.
So without further argument, he agreed, and nodded. "Right."
=OoOoO=
C.C. loved her personal time and personal space (a little too much, if you asked particular people in her life). She and Lelouch knew that all too well about themselves and respected each other's need for alone time, and she liked it, because she hated being clingy. She survived for 17 years without a Lelouch vi Britannia in her life; she could do it to this day.
So when she discovered and realized her subtle resentment and annoyance towards Lelouch for not spending enough time with her, C.C. couldn't help but hate herself. Honestly, how pathetic could she be, just missing him all the time? Didn't she have better things to do? Or at least, the excuse of 'having better things to do' had been her alibi up until exams had finished and the rest of the student body was busy planning Spring Break while trying to ignore the tension that inevitably came with waiting for one's quarterly grades.
She understood his busyness, but didn't that have a limit? He was always cutting dates short these days — even after exams, and he was always giving her the pettiest of excuses for why. It was like he was hiding activities or doing something he wasn't keen on sharing with her — more specifically, it felt like he was doing something behind her back. Always blowing her off in favor of helping Milly or needing Kallen's expertise or organizing an event with Leila and Shirley or… some other girl in his long list of admirers.
And to feel this way was just so annoying and contemptible that she didn't know what to think of herself anymore.
She didn't want to sound clingy. She didn't want to pry too deep into Lelouch's affairs — her subtlety had to suffice, and she didn't want Lelouch to think she was being a whiny little bitch.
Oh gods, did he think she was annoying? Maybe her attempt at playful pestering and bantering had finally crossed the line and Lelouch was just fed up and now he was slowly distancing himself from her. Was it her addiction to pizza that was putting him off? But hating someone because of their favorite food was just ridiculous.
She released a baleful sigh that caught Suzaku's attention.
Yes, somehow, she wound up spending an afternoon with Suzaku Kururugi, of all people.
"Are you all right, C.C.?" When she didn't answer, he smiled at her and teased, "Is Lelouch running in your head?"
C.C. scoffed and rolled her eyes. "No. He has better things to do than spend time wi— in my head."
She didn't think she was so transparent, but apparently she was. Or maybe Suzaku was more observant than she gave him credit for. He picked up on the bitterness and gave an understanding smile that she didn't see.
"You haven't seen him much lately, have you?"
He was right on the nose, and to preserve what little dignity she had left, she let him stew in silence… Lelouch's closest friend didn't seem to mind much because he carried on humming a popular song on the radio and returned to finishing the snack bar he'd brought with him.
"Suzaku, is it wrong to want to spend time with someone?"
"Huh? No, of course not." He replied, taken aback by her suggestions. "Why would you think that?"
"Nothing."
She appeared so nonchalant, but then again, Lelouch wasn't the only one capable of reading people. Maybe he wasn't as good Lelouch, but Suzaku was neither blind nor stupid. He had a pretty good idea why she was being this way, and why she was holding up this façade of hers.
"He's been busy."
She looked up at Suzaku's words, and couldn't help but agree. He didn't miss the ephemeral expression of surprise and agreement on her face before it was masked with stoicism again. It wasn't enough, and Suzaku knew he was right.
"Yes he is."
Suzaku finished taking swigs out of his water bottle and flashed her a bright and reassuring smile. "When all this is over, he's all yours for the break— OW!" The brunet nudged C.C. playfully and it earned him a stinging pinch on his arm. "Isn't your birthday coming up? He's definitely not going to miss that."
"Don't remind me. It's just another typical day."
"If you're worried—"
"I'm not worried."
"Okay, but just… Give him a little more credit."
She supposed he was right.
=OoOoO=
"C.C.~"
No, not today. Any day but today.
"C.C.!"
A head of tousled green hair peeked from underneath the blanket, golden eyes narrowing menacingly at the view of a lovely Spring day and at the direction of her mother's voice. It was too damn early to do anything. She hadn't even managed to clean the floor of her bedroom littered with yesterday's clothing, and she planned to do that today, and she wasn't even in the mood.
"C.C.!"
Just where did her mother inherit the voice that demanded attention no matter the circumstances?
She really didn't want to, but C.C. left her cozy sheets with a distressed groan on a lazy Saturday morning anyway. Her mother was a prickly woman when irked, and she wasn't in the mood for a verbal telling-off. Besides, it was the start of Spring Break, two days before her birthday, and the least she could do was get her butt off of the bed, she supposed. Oh what would Lelouch say to her now? Knowing him, he would probably literally drag her out of bed for making him wait.
Her foot barely touched the last step when she heard her mother's exasperated sigh, followed by her father's amused chuckle.
"It's early." C.C. grumbled, rubbing her eye with the back of her hand.
"It's almost ten." Her father pointed out.
She was opening her mouth to retort, when something peculiar caught her eye. "Why are there traveling bags by the door?"
"Oh I packed them for you."
What?
"Am I—"
Whatever she'd been about to say disappeared under the heavy weight of a towel her mother had thrust in her arms. The woman's firm but gentle grip guided her towards the direction of the waiting bathroom, listing order after order. Something about getting ready for an outing a special someone had planned. C.C. was alone with the shower and the cosmetics not long after, hackles raised, and frantically firing messages at her traitor of a boyfriend. She thought of Lelouch and that smug look on his face knowing that he caught her off guard. Because if what her mother was spouting was true, there was no other person with suspicious behavior over the past few weeks than Lelouch. And it was just like him to do things like this, wasn't he?
Her exit from the bathroom immediately brought answers to the burning questions. Waiting on the couch was none other than Lelouch and her smug parents, sporting self-satisfied grins as if they won the lottery. C.C. wondered if this was their version of pawning her off.
"What are we doing?"
Lelouch nearly caved with laughter at her monotone and the way her golden eyes drilled into him — into them, that is, him and her parents. Doing their parts, her Mom and Dad went on to explain, offering the vaguest but satisfying details. Just enough not to raise further suspicion.
This was only the beginning of a weekend surprise he had in-store, and if she thought deeper on it, perhaps she'd pick up on the involvement of more than just him. So, he smiled, rose from the couch, and took one of her free hands.
Just trust him and go...
=OoOoO=
True to his word, it felt like… a dream. A surreal dream — like something out of a romance book, only this was her reality and this was her life. The times apart that had wedged itself between them had dissipated in a matter of seconds from the moment Lelouch parked the car in one of the near-empty lots to the moment where he coaxed her to join him in admiring the view stretching out before them. Miles away from the city center, the resort was a haven — a reprieve from the busy humdrum of everyday life.
The ocean waves crashing against the boulders on the shore and the expanse of blue and white just beyond the sea was the type of picture-perfect view you'd find in a classic painting. Palm trees punctuated the dunes of pale sand, and sparse cottages on stilts stood empty but quaint. Not a soul in sight…
"Is it really this empty?" C.C. refused to tear her wandering eyes away from the view, all the while, busy holding on to the hat Lelouch had plopped on her head just before she left the car.
"No, it just means the entire place is reserved."
The place is reser—
Of course, he would go out and do something like this. C.C. rolled her eyes and scoffed at the smug tone, starting slightly when a familiar pair of arms enveloped her and Lelouch's tall and lean frame pressed against her back. There was nothing to be done about his ego. He would be forever proud of this feat and of this surprise he'd managed to pull off.
Somehow, for some reason, the reality that Lelouch had up and done this for them and for her birthday this weekend hadn't sunk in yet.
But the thought swiftly evaporated when she heard the smile in his voice as he put his lips to her ear and wished her, "Happy birthday, my Cera."
Huffing in a vain attempt to conceal her pleasant surprise and the pretty blush that dusted her fair cheeks, she poked his arm and told him that it wasn't her birthday yet, but they could start the celebration early if he really wanted to. She let herself be pulled ever closer, smiles disappearing as mouths neared, tilting her head back just a bit to receive a sweet kiss from the young man she absolutely adored.
=OoOoO=
At the end of a long day full of sand fights, resting in the shade just to enjoy the cool Spring breeze, special drinks at the bar, and meals at the restaurant, the couple felt satisfied and calm enough to while away the afternoon in each other's company, with quiet conversation coming between them every now and then. C.C.'s favorite, so far, was the room tour. That involved a whole lot of wicked teasing on her part. Because what exactly did Lelouch expect her to think when he showed her the room and told her she was going to be sleeping there?
The blush that crept to his cheeks did its job and amused her to no end, and she suspected it would have gotten worse if she hadn't taken pity on him and disappeared to the bathroom so he could stew in the bedroom by himself. Little did she know, Lelouch spent the better part of that encounter internally hitting himself over the head for his poor choice of words — tormented by her giggling and the giddy light in her beautiful eyes.
How was he expected to behave if she was acting like this?
"Are you sure we're not rooming together?" C.C. couldn't resist teasing him.
Lelouch sighed deeply. "For the last time, we are not."
She adopted a trademark pout and slyly attached herself to his arm. He was momentarily cross-eyed as a finger wandered to his face and poked his nose.
"You know, no one's going to judge a pair of eighteen-year-olds rooming together on their special vacation." Crooning, she ignored his desperate expression and continued to tease him with the hand that wandered to the buttons on his shirt. "They're going to expect it."
His face was a pale pink by the time she finished stringing together a tease. But his reaction left her a little disappointed. Not even beet red.
Impressive…
Lelouch had to look away, if only to regain the composure he'd dropped because of her. He pried her hand away from the front of his shirt (it was getting too tempting) and laced their fingers together instead. After a mostly active day (well, as active as he could be), relaxing on the wide lounge chair with C.C. snuggled up to him on the wooden deck was the ideal way to watch the sunset.
"The girls helped me plan it all, you know." He spoke after enough time spent in comfortable silence lapsed between them.
C.C. continued to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, distracting herself with the miniature details to take her mind off of the brief flashes of her thoughts and her behavior in the weeks that led up to this. "Is that why you were so busy?"
"Yeah… And you obviously didn't think so."
She scoffed at his retort. "Really? What gave it away."
He rolled his eyes and put a finger in her face. "That. That sarcasm and passive-agressive—"
"Ouch! Okay, I may have jeopardized our limited time together these past few weeks."
C.C. watched smugly as he rubbed at the skin she pinched, and nodded her agreement. "You did."
"But I more than made up for it, wouldn't you agree?"
The sea breeze tousled their hair and filled the short silence where C.C. hesitated to speak. "No… It- It's not that. I just—"
It was just… She couldn't stand the nagging doubts that plagued her this entire time, right before he crushed them all with this carefully planned outing. The bald truth was that she doubted him and believed the worst of what could happen. She'd entertained awful possibilities and acknowledged them. It wasn't wrong, per se, but it was disturbing that her faith in him could waver this easily just because Lelouch was spending time with his other friends. Sure, they were girls, but they were his friends. Oh well… She supposed she hated herself more because...
"Don't tell me..." Lelouch exclaimed, bewilderment stark in his voice while a mortified blush engulfed C.C.'s face. "You were jealous because I spent so much time with Kallen and the others."
He sounded so sure of himself — stating his matter of fact. Well, he was right of course, but she wasn't going to admit that.
She avoided his piercing gaze entirely and turned her attention towards the roiling waves beyond. "Not jealous per se—"
"There's nothing wrong with that C.C., just admit it." Had she looked, she would have seen the smirk.
But she stubbornly kept looking away and turned her nose up at him, repeating the retort he gave her when she accused him of jealousy once upon a time. "Being jealous implies I doubt your feelings for me."
Lelouch grinned, lips brushing along her temple. "And what feelings are those?"
Eyes narrowing, she snapped. "I'm not a mind-reader. I wouldn't know."
Lelouch shrugged and shifted his attention towards the view stretched out before them. It was a lovely scene to admire in silence, but not if his girlfriend was around. A smack landed on his arm, and he turned to her just in time to see her shake her head.
"Is this the part where you tell me you love me?"
"Yes, I do."
She was joking, but good gods!
"Don't play along with my jokes."
"But you started them." He blinked twice, feigning innocence while she resisted the urge to smack him upside the head this time.
She was just so embarrassed — caught red-handed at her jealousy and for assuming the worst of him.
Sighing, Lelouch took pity on her distress and gently said, "But I'm not kidding. Remember the promise I made you when we first started dating?"
The view of the pink sea over the horizon slowly shifted into a familiar room in a modern suburban house. White kitchen, cooking utensils and cutlery scattered about, and sitting on the countertop was C.C. from months and months ago.
"When it happens, I'll let you know. You'll do it for me too, won't you?"
And she made him the same promise, didn't she?
Hand on her hip and fingers under her chin, he carefully looked her in the eyes and spoke his truth. The truth, that he hoped, would be one of the best and most memorable birthday gifts she would receive.
"I'm keeping my promise. I love you."
Everything else she could have said after that confession disappeared behind one of the sweetest and sultriest kisses she'd ever experienced in her seventeen years. He was her first kiss and in her heart of hearts, she wished he would be her last and her only too. She may be young and others would have called her stupid, but her feelings, her concern, her care, and her love for him was a solid truth and not a lie. 'I love you,' he said. Who's to say she didn't feel the same way at this very moment too?
Fingers clutched at the lapels of the lilac button-up shirt he wore, one hand coming up to cup his cheek and return his kiss with as much fervor and love as she could muster. She was so lucky — lucky to have found love in this magical age, and she wouldn't trade it for the world.
"Lelouch..." She whispered, savoring the sound of his name as it rolled off of her tongue. "I love you."
She said it so reverently, as if it were some sacred vow between them, and he felt his heart flutter at the mutual confession. His exquisite, lovely C.C…
She made this day perfect, and it could only get better from here on out.
A/N: Pt 7 will go up when I'm done, however long it may take. TT_TT Hopefully, not as long as this one took. 'Til next part~
