Concede
The spring dance could not have been better planned. By tomorrow, all of the Britannian royal family, as well as the viral world, will be gathered before the return of the abandoned heir to the vacant throne, and all of its forces will be directly controlled by Lelouch. "Not even Schnitzel would be able to counter this event," Lelouch jested as he strolled down the decorated hall.
This night was the last chance to enjoy the once peaceful student life. Much like discarding the harsh Winter for the relishing Spring, the rise of the war's finale will cost the exchange of Lelouch Lamperouge's life. With such, he planned to end to it without regret. A pricey tuxedo, highly furnished limousine to chauffeur all of his friends, and a valuable case of alcoholic assortments to celebrate the night (supervision compliment of Geass). The means ended up drying out the remaining funds provided to Lelouch, but that would be of no concern in due time; this man who is destined for a death sentence.
Sure enough, the meaning behind the grand catering remained unnoticed by most of the group: Milly was too absorbed in the temporary treatment suitable for a princess, Rivalz was even more diluted in the role of a date/servant for her, and Nina was, as usual, quietly observing the charade from a distance. Suzaku was already hitting the fine border between sober and drunk by the time they left in the limousine. Rather, he might have been musing to the act; he too was preparing to let go of this blissful last night.
The only person to show some concern was Shirley. Occasionally, her focus would stray from the cheerful chatter and splurging with Milly to him Those few instances spoke more about her worry than simple words ever could. Lelouch remembered that she did not stay in the dance hall long after the first slow song filled the air, prompting the awkward slow dance requests. Shirley managed to slip past the ever-mischievous Milly (who desperately kept pleading Shirley to dance with her 'mate') as Lelouch also managed to keep away from his ever-vigilant fanclub filled with nearly every girl in the school (though some kept their eyes keen for Geno). Shirley appeared misleading as she leaned into his unaware self, standing on tip-toes to get closer to his ear. For a mere second, he felt her lips brush against his earlobe as she muttered sweet demands:
"When you are done here, come to me."
Unexpectedly, Lelouch felt her hand slip into his pants' pocket, her fingers getting dangerously close to his crotch before pulling out his room key.
"I'll wait for as long as it takes, Lulu."
Her words continued to echo in his mind as he drew closer to that room. He didn't take much time to secretly express his farewells to everyone. Of course, they probably didn't even catch a hint of such, since Milly was too preoccupied with teasing Rivalz to drink more and act in embarrassing ways (though that was quite the norm in their 'relationship'). Seriously, if Milly wanted to have him solely to herself, she merely needed to speak it, not torment him along the way. Though he managed to get a moment alone with Rivalz later on, he was far too drunk and focused on his chances at "getting laid" with Milly, all the while alluding that Shirley was seeking the same thing with Lelouch. Honestly, he wasn't going to miss Rivalz that much, at least this perspective of him. Lelouch sneaked away quickly before that inevitable truth hit him.
He felt no need to approach the embodiment of grudge previously known as Nina since that confrontation would probably occur very soon in the future. A simple nod to Suzaku was enough to remind me of the next day, shown through the fierce grimace on his face. Words went unspoken to the remaining student body as his unseen exit was accompanied by the continuation of catchy music.
In many ways, he regretted approaching this door in front of him as his hand turned its handle. However, those regrets were slight in comparison to the relief he felt upon spotting Shirley out on the balcony. Her lite-up curled silhouette, knees up to her chin, jested his mind to a simile of a child scorned to recollect on her actions while observing her friends at play. In many ways, her own situation was just as childish.
The door shut silently behind Lelouch as he approached her, seating beside her as he pretended to observe the same view. In the distance was a hotel under construction with ongoing works scurrying to finish the night. Sparks flickered from various points after welding utilities made contact with metal. The scene was like watching fireflies dancing in the distance; like seeing instances of the past in the blink of an eye; like observing gunfire across a live battlefield.
The scenery became too much for Lelouch by the time he glanced over at the still-silent Shirley, her finger gliding along the rim of her drink in a lazy circle. A mild wind slipped past the two, causing her long hair to dance freely along the commanding air.
Dancing. Ah, yes...
Before he could think, his hand slid from her hand along her bare arm catching her attention. In a quick fluid motion, he had them on their feet by the time her eyes settled on him. As if naturally, his arms wrapped around the contour of her waist as he lead her into a sway. In that very room, in that very moment, the air around them was captivated in a beautiful waltz. Despite being caught by surprise, Shirley followed his embracing lead.
His glance never strayed from her figure, likewise about her. The two might as well had been lost in the depth of each other's eyes while entranced by the silent melody.
"Nice dress," Lelouch complimented in his casual suave tone, his fingers taking a moment to gauge the material and structure. He mentally calculated how quickly he could strip her out of this dress; the same black dress from the council room incident/fortune which clung so generously to her toned body. He noticed the blush arising on her face as she pinched at the lapel of his jacket.
"Nice suit," she countered as she stared back with a similar intensity. Obviously, she was thinking the same thing. Her arms began to traverse up his arms to around his shoulders. The gentle sway of their waltz spread the smoky scent of her perfume around the room, into his face. Her scent delightfully intoxicated his lungs as she held him closer.
"Tighter," he murmured in her ear. Upon request, her grip strengthened up to his neck, closing their distance.
"L-Like this?" A timid sensation filled her response. Such indecision did not bother Lelouch as he felt the realistic form of her breasts against his chest as she balanced over on tiptoes. Oh yes, much like he speculated back then, she wore no bra. The sensation returned him to that moment in her room during their close-to-intimate situation.
"Yeah, like that." Just being this romantic and physical with Shirley was enough for Lelouch. He would willingly expose their development to their friends if given the chance, despite how cautious he had maintained since then. Back then, he was able to argue his way out of the accusations (which might as well have been true), but now... he probably wouldn't stand a chance. Well, that is if he would have wanted to...
Was this the peak of their relationship? All the events rising to this sincere moment: the embraces during sorrow-filled rainfalls, hidden contacts during meetings, Lelouch taking an entire airline hostage to reveal his identity to her. Could he openly deny his involvement in their engagement anymore? Simply remembering that they had slept together in her bed was the confirming fact to his acceptance. How could he throw away that luscious image of her nearly-bare self at his mercy, below him on her bed? He could not. No other woman could ever outshine the radiance of her light onto him. She had ruined him entirely, and surely she was aware of it.
In terms of intimacy, the two hadn't progressed much further, aside from a particular lapse in self-control while studying in the library. How she unconsciously teased him as she licked her lips and brushed against her skin. How could he NOT resist leaning over the table to kiss her in overwhelming hunger for her? Perhaps luck was truly on his side by the time he restrained himself before a large crowd of underclassmen came into the room. Though he remembered that she had some question before he -pounced on her- he was not able to give her a clear answer afterward. Oh well.
As for other instances, they managed to behave themselves whist in public... Well, that is excluding a few times that he surreptitiously dragged her into empty classrooms for 'private' times, only to emerge with swollen lips and rumpled clothes. Clearly, these are not in public, but in 'private,' Lelouch would argue.
Despite the complexity behind their facade of a friendship and/or relationship, he only knew he wanted her. His desire for their realization was enough to hinder his quest for that world peace he still treasured. In fact, he had a hard time imagining life without her, despite his previous efforts. Lelouch was returned to their fantasia of a reality as Shirley leaned in closer to him, breathing in his scent. His lips found the edge of her jaw slightly below her ear.
"I love you," he openly confessed as he left trails of kisses along her skin. His hands found solstice against the nape of neck and the open spot of her back above the dress. He felt her shiver against his touch while she held on tighter.
"Kiss me." His enticing command reached her ears without delay. She did so without hesitation. Lelouch mused himself for being so suave in this heated manner of attraction. Despite having little experience in the field (much less read novels of the sort), he had her in the palm of his hand with such simple words and gestures. He credited his outstanding charisma for it all. Obviously, charm poured out of him effortlessly.
"Quid pro quo," Shirley managed o counter as they broke apart. Clearly, he was not up for the exchange of wits tonight. With a simple lick to her lower lip, he had her at his mercy before he switched over to kiss her neck. Her breathing began to shake frantically under his reign. Oh, how he was enjoying the tightening grip on him.
"I love you," Lelouch repeated underneath a soft sigh against her warm skin. He knew that she was trying to contain the tremble in her body, yet he felt it anyways. She found his mouth easily as she clutched onto him to stabilize her wavering knees.
"Sleep with me." Instantly, Lelouch was rendered motionless; such a simple request, and he was baffled. He knew this moment would come, but still he could not accept it. This had to be the barrier to the depth of their involvement; any further and she would be completely pulled into his turmoil. Can he refuse her though?
Shirley ignored his sudden stall and instead kissed his cheek. Her hand slid down to the collar of his shirt before bringing him down to her level. Despite the potential danger in what she wanted, she was determined to have her way. He couldn't resist her for long, nearly giving in to her insistent soft lips.
She pulled away from him slowly amid the now vivid sound of heavy power tools in the distance. Their widespread sparkles were enough to illuminate the dull darkness in the room. Even more, in the wake of their flashes the green of her eyes glowed with such elegance that Lelouch was further startled (which didn't seem even plausible at this point). She was light on her feet as she stepped aside to close the curtains. With the dying embers of the sparks, her face shined like the bright beauty which haunted his dreams. Her lightened silhouette was like an angel before that damnable mortal of a man before her.
Remaining still was no longer Lelouch's option as Shirley tugged at his tie to get him to follow her farther into the room. He found himself abandoned against the wall after Shirley ensured that the balcony door was shut and locked. The grandeur of the scenery was polluted with the divine beauty dancing in the dim room towards him. Was this really happening? Lelouch could not say, betting on the chance of yet another delusion.
His eyes were completely fixated on her every move, her every shape. Her intention roared with a hot intensity through those jewels of eyes: a deadly combination of surety and lustful hunger, such qualities that drove him closer and closer to give in to the desire. Her lips sought his again as soon as she drew near. Without delay, as expected, her fingers unfastened the satin tie which slipped away so easily. He watched with unwanted reluctance as she did what he should have been doing to her.
"Shirley?" He wondered if his voice reached her as she continued undressing him; the buttons of his shirt were quickly dealt with. Her hesitant reply came with a curt hum as she kissed at his throat.
"Are-are you sure?" The thought of asking such an obvious choice pained him; actually asking was much too severe. Where did his charm disappear to? His weakened confidence was thrashed about as Shirley tugged at his shirt, pulling out the trailing ends roughly out of his pants. Her hands slithered below the cloth with ease, and arms encircled his waist as she pushed him against the wall. Her aggression didn't end there; she went as far as pressing her hips against his to make her point. His body conceded with a powerful groan as he shut his eyes. The ability to suppress the want was quickly slipping out of his grasp.
"Aren't you?"
The final release of the line of buttons lead to the release of his restraint. As simple as her retort was, it was enough to break his resolve. His kiss stole her breath and her control as he took a handful of her soft hair and pull her closer. Lelouch was intoxicated by the sweet taste of her lips, or perhaps it was the remnants of the gin she had earlier- no, it was definitely the former as hands slipped down to tease the smooth skin beckoning for his touch. One hand sneaked under the thin straps along her back while the other found rest at the nape of her neck once more. A tight tug at the fold loosened the ties that kept the top of her dress tight.
Shirley seemed to lose her balance as he hands abandoned to the wall behind him, supporting herself as she leaned into him. Their respective positions were somewhat alluring to Lelouch: her hands on either side of his head, her mouth crushed against his, his hands roaming the fine course of skin. Those graceful fingers of his hands trailed without interruption from her neck down to her lower back as he explored the curves of her physique. He was more than enticed after she shivered against the touch. Her neck stretched backwards as she arched against the touch; his lips took advantage of the opening as he trailed kisses along its form. Through his cotton shirt, her nails dug into his shoulders causing a pleasant moan from Lelouch who in turn kissed the bare arm that coiled around his neck.
"I love you," he repeated in a whisper. He had trouble letting her go, preferring to drawn in taste of her lips than to breathe. His shirt was lost in their rapture somewhere along the path to the bed as they halfway continued their forgotten waltz. The belt came undone before Shirley fell back on neatly folded sheets. Her long leg hooked over his hip which caused the hem of her dress to hike up in the process. His roaming hands tirelessly felt past smooth skin, warm breath, and soft curves.
Lelouch regained control as he shifted over her, and pushed both of her wrists above her head into the mattress. Upon his lips tracing her neck with slow, infuriating kisses, her head rolled back on her shoulders as she moaned in the wake of pleasure. The focus of his kisses found its route moving downward, getting closer and closer to her cleavage. Of course he was not expecting her to object to his intent. Though by the time his lips found the cups of her dress, he wondered what her expression was. What he saw was not what he anticipated; her sight was excruciating firm to whatever was hidden behind the cover of the window curtain.
"I don't know why, but I thought of you then," Shirley commented suddenly with a longing sigh. Th minute that passed was filled with the flashback of a hostage attempt that occurred long ago, somewhere in the origin of the Black Knight operation to be exact. His eyes followed hers, seeing the outlining of the hotel in construction. Along with her tale, his memory began to recall that particular incident: a rebel group that took advantage of Euphemia's tour in the region, attempting to gain financial ransom for her safety. Apparently, Shirley and their friends were unfortunate enough to be in the same group held hostage. Lelouch praised himself for making the right decision back then to halt the ransom- the almost determined execution. He didn't even want to imagine the possibility of yet another situation of Shirley held at gunpoint in her life all the while he was nonchalantly handling the situation. Somehow just hearing her perspective managed to rank that event into among the most regretted missions to date. Is this the power of love at hand, to make once trivial matters so concerning? Not at all inadvertently, she managed to infect him with affection and concern that ultimately hinders his ability to be a cold-heartened war machine. He nudged away the thought upon nuzzling her shoulder, and planting soft kisses along the trail of her jaw line.
"I can't stop thinking about you," Lelouch admitted through careless murmur. His tongue traced the lining of her throat as he tried to distract her. Obviously, the ploy worked when her curious eyes looked to him for confirmation. Her sight was sharp on his eyes and his mouth; her fingers twitched as she lusted for the attention of both. One of her wrists slipped out of his hold which she then wrapped around his neck. With no force, his mouth was brought down to hers. The fervor between them excited the adrenaline rushing through his veins. The growing heat inside him made him sick with joy.
Lelouch somehow found pleasure in this unnatural intensity scorching his insides; he felt like he might instantaneously erupt like a bomb at any given moment. Was it possible for love to make anyone so ill? So fatal? A strange benediction, he surmised during the acceptance of the heat of the moment. Curiosity took the reign of his caressing, his hand quickly slipped into the flimsy top of her dress, seeking out those mounds he had yet to tease. She broke free of their lip-lock for a gasp of air, only to meet once more for another urgent kiss.
"Since when?" Shirley managed to exhaust her question during another break. Again, Lelouch didn't care for an inquisition.
"A while." He deliberately kept his response curt as he breathed against her mouth. His possessed hand pinched at the tip of her nipple, a direct attempt at distraction to re-engage in their intimacy. However, Lelouch did not get the favor he had hoped for. Groaning, she bit at his lip before returning fire of her own. Her hand slid down the hem of his pants, her grip taking a harsh hold at his member while yanking upward. Cruel, yet oddly enjoyable.
"I need a better answer," Shirley demanded as she sucked at his throat, her free hand cupping at his mouth. In return, he sucked at her fingertips before biting down on her knuckles. She generated even more warmth than earlier, bordering on hellish fire. Oh, how he loved it.
"Lulu." She spoke with such a breathless voice as he hovered over her demanding body. This fortunate position granted Lelouch the sneak peek of cleavage as her straps begun to slide down her shoulder amid their heated movements. He took in the sight like it was a wonder of the world. In the midst of his lack of concentration, she bumped her hips against his. Pleasure spiked his spine and all throughout his body; his fingers dug into her hip as he tried to recuperate from the shock. The other hand closed around the falling strap on her shoulder to hasten its demise. He quickly wanted to see the golden view once again before he overwhelmed her with a roughly slow glide of lips. He did not allow escape this time until he was missing the relief of oxygen.
"The... first time you kissed me," Lelouch whispered without letting go. He knew he was flushing, even after such rigorous activity. He had finally revealed his truth. With this, he was all hers-
VNNNNN~~!
DAMN IT!
Rage filled his thoughts as he looked over at his phone vigorously vibrating for attention. Death will come to whomever was calling' was written all over his face as he pulled back from Shirley with utmost reluctance. After freeing himself from their lovely entanglement, he answered the call.
"What's going on?" His cold demeanor emerged as he spoke with the usual harsh tone. Getting into serious business mode was very easy for Lelouch.
-Oh I hope I wasn't interrupting one of your moments, 'Lulu'~ -
Sure enough, the caller was C.C., and she knew exactly how to start a conversation to piss him off. As much as he wanted to tell her to go choke on a piece of pizza, he knew this had to be an urgent call.
-Was curious if you had received any news regarding the public announcement of the 'Emperor's return.' No report has been confirmed over here. -
"There haven't been any updates," he replied with a dry tone.
-Oh? I could have sworn that you of all people would get the report from the mole in the information bureau within the hour. After all, you went through the trouble of 'hiring' enough people to scout for the scoop. Or are you too busy to try resolving this matter because of some lovey dovey making over there? -
Damn it, that bitch is too acute with her senses.
"Hardly. It seems like someone isn't upholding a part of the deal," he countered before C.C. stared delving into his affairs. He found listening to the report difficult as Shirley took advantage of his negligence by pressing her ear against his shoulder blade while molding her chest against his back. Her feel drove him mad as he mentally tried to recount what was being said over the phone. Shirley was making even that harder as she nuzzled his skin with long kisses until she reached the back of his neck.
"The intelligence reports regarding the matter are still pending," Lelouch half-assed his retort with a touch of sarcasm to cover his blunder. Shirley's arms found comfort towards his chest as she held onto him. She pressed closer as lips continued their hell-bent path along the side of his neck, ending with a lick at the start of his jaw. His fingers closed over hers as her hand landed on his fist. As much as he wanted to plant a deviously prolonged kiss on those lips, he had to attend to this call. Instead, his thumb traced her mouth. She bit him in frustration.
-Are you even listening, Lelouch? -
"Right..." he trailed off subconsciously as he studied the gorgeous detail of Shirley's body, his eyes reconnected with hers after a long moment. However, Lelouch found himself on his feet upon hearing some disturbing appends to the information leek. Through natural habit, he began pacing the room as he listened.
"The point is organization. Organization, got that?"
-Well yeah, I suppose. Are you not worried that we will created a disadvantage if we pull more men from the development though? -
"Keeping a competent task force is the most important thing," Lelouch stressed as his hand ran through the course of his hair. "Seeing as strategies and contingencies are planned based on gathering intelligence, it's important the sources we cultivate are trustworthy," he added before giving Shirley a side-glance. Her anger was prominent through the flare in her eyes. He was going to have to pay dearly for stalling her. "Otherwise, it's all for nothin-"
Abruptly, his pacing was brought to an end when he noticed that the lone strap on her shoulder had fallen from its lingering spot. With its fall revealed the teetering view of more cleavage. His powerful imagery was sparked by a viscous volt; the sprawled image of her on the bed burned itself into his memory as he helplessly took in the view. Does she even realize how effective she was at killing his composure? Yes, she definitely did.
Swallowing was difficult, like being dangerously parched while looking at water out of one's distance. The lure in front of him became too much for Lelouch who desperately wanted this phone call to be over.
"Uh-huh," he dully responded regardless of the subject.
-Wait what? What do you mean? I need a better response than-
As if understanding the situation, Shirley expedited the torment by lowering the other strap down her shoulder. This was the breaking point.
"Yeah."
*CLICK*
"Affirmative, I'll get back to you about that." Lelouch closed the distance in a few steps, carelessly discarding the phone by the nightstand. His aggression forced her back a bit on the mattress as he engulfed her vulnerability. He didn't allow time for her triumph as he kissed her so insistently, leaving them both breathless.
His hand took fancy to the luscious curves before him as he held her impossibly closer, so close that it was like merging with her. She drew in shaky breathes, dizzily hanging on to him as he viciously stripped her out of that dress which desperately hung to her hips. He forced her on her back as he pushed the scrap down her legs. He cared less about where the wrapping to this fresh meat before him fell. He moved over her; his hands refused to stop their roaming as he gently kissed soft skin. Shirley writhed underneath his attention, drawing in sharp breaths with each touch. Her stifled moans robbed his mind of processing thought. His body sought only the comfort of feel/see/hear/breathe/taste her.
His ears honed in on the occasional hiss as his teeth grazed her skin. His scalp stung as her fingers pulled on his hair. Their proximity drove him mad with desire. Desire for more, more. more, more-
His body and mind crashed in an instant after her leg shifted underneath him, brushing against his erection. The delightful touch warned him as he tried to brave against the tide of arousal Obviously, Shirley noticed as she repeated the motion twice. Sharp inhales escaped his mouth as he tried to calm himself.
"I've tried to forget you," Shirley blurted out without prompt. The sheer thought angered the angst in Lelouch: the silhouette of that blond Robert lounged over her, sharing a kiss. A kiss on those lips reserved only for Lelouch. His palm cradled her chin as he stared into her eyes. This blunt honesty made him both joyful and pissed at the same time, multiplying his urge to devour her. His heart raged at the thought, his mind crumpled under his intent.
Their mouths clashed against each other as he kissed her. The thorough kiss was enough to distract her from his swift pull on her black lace panties, leaving her nude beneath him. He positioned himself closer to her -trapping her below him in fact- his palm rested against the surprisingly smooth plain of shaved skin below her stomach, and his fingertips sought out the her opening. Those soft lips easily spread against his prying, drawing into her warmth. Just the slightest movement forced her into a meaningful moan.
"He's nothing like me, huh?" He questioned directly into her ear in a mocking tone, though he wondered if she could hear him over herself. "Is that what you want?" His long fingers slipped farther into her depth, rubbing against the tight flesh around him. She was so slick to the touch, so silky as he permeated her depth. A sheer touch hardened his erection, and her husky moans strained even more. Pain shot through him as she bit down on his shoulder to bear the pleasure.
"L-Lulu," she whispered in such a thick voice while licking the edge of his ear. Though she tried to grasp his extended wrist with some strength, she had none left to exhaust. She was completely in his control, whispering softly his name before she found his mouth and kissed him senselessly. Her fingers dug into his skin, though the feel remained subtle to the soft moans echoing in his ear.
"Do you want him instead?" Lelouch's tone was so fierce, despite the fact he was merely toying with her. Rather, maybe wasn't toying... he really wanted to know the truth. Directly from her. Feeling her shiver against him, his free hand grasped the back of her knee and pushed it down into the sheets. The probing hand continued ravaging as her hand on his wrist slowly slid up his arm to dig into his shoulder. Just as she was about to respond, he kissed her again with the same forced passion.
Their hot sensitivity during that time in her bed hastily filtered his vision as he watched her squirm. That gentle proclamation she made to him. Did she really say that? That request which was somehow being partially fulfilled in this suite room. The once forgotten struggle to let her in his life returned with such thrive during this heat of the moment. He blamed the fatigue for his recurring insecurity. The possessive portion of Lelouch desperately sought to permanently embed himself in her soul and body entirely; to never let her forget this moment. In the end, that portion prevailed over the falsehood. Despite the mental diatribes and debates regarding everything, Shirley always occupied it all.
"I-want-you," Shirley muttered in a threatening husky voice against his lips. "No one else." The flow of blood aggressively rushed through his body to her helpless struggle beneath him. This futile movement only enticed him more and more to have her react to him. Only. Him.
"I d-don't," she paused in order to regain her breath, "-know h-how to - AAAH-!" A tremor ruptured her sprawled body, leaving her shaking uncontrollably to his will.
"H-How to want... anyone else," she fervently mumbled as she clung to him, fistful of his hair in her hands.
"I want... to hurt you." The comment hardly fazed Lelouch as he stared deep into her darkened eyes. Simply, he leaned in to kiss her. Knowing she meant her words, he found her pent up aggression so... irresistible.
"Lulu.," she finished after they broke free from another kiss. Even Lelouch could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm as she mindlessly scraped her nails into his skin, buried her face in his neck, shook so gravely against him. He slipped his fingers out of her as he wandered all over as he studied her. Without a doubt, he was so enticed with her vulnerability that he wanted to re-enact this over and over again, all the while letting her tear down as she desired.
"What are you doing to me?" Lelouch asked against her collar as he tasted fresh sweat. Her head fell back on the pillow as she heavily breathed, attempting to better compose herself (albeit futile). His eyes never left her face; he wanted nothing more than to see her in pleasure. A few seconds later she managed to kiss him again, though much more gentle than before.
"I've always wanted you," she murmured as she looked directly into his eyes, "only you." These words endlessly echoed in his ear while her touch led down to his waist. With little effort, Shirley stripped him out of his pants and boxers. He didn't offer any resistance as she took control of the field, maneuvering on top of him. She let his hands continue to caress her exposed skin, memorizing every angle.
"I love you," Lelouch declared while under her. Her hair showered over them like pleasant rain and covered them like curtains as she settled against him. Her soft curves contoured against his, bombarding his sense of touching. His erection pulsed against her opening, taunting him of the inevitable. His hands threaded into her hair as he brought her down to taste that beckoning skin on his tongue.
"Say you love me," Lelouch demanded. Well, the tone was much more pleading than he intended, lacking the authoritative tone so natural to him. Instead, she sucked in his lower lip before pushing him down into the mattress. Ironically, she was the first to break away from him, all flushed and panting in lust. her hands rested beside his chest as she again pressed their hips together. He moaned in a heavy tone while settling against her to alleviate the sensation. Her fingers combed through his hair as she stared into his eyes with such intensity. Time stood still between the two as they observed each other. Body and soul.
"I want to feel," she spoke into his ear as her hand slid down his stomach and between his legs, "only you." Her hand wrapped around his pulsing member; he took in deep breaths, inhaling the blend of smoky perfume and fresh sweat. He brought her down again for a kiss as she stroked him. Clearly, she loved this control over him.
"Only you," she reassured her commitment. Her legs slid on either side of him as she raised herself with slow intent, teasing him.
Say it.
"Don't hold back," she spoke with such ease. She guided his hands to her breasts. Instinctively, he squeezed to excite her. Though such soft skin, he felt her heart race at a beat similar to his.
"I feel like I'm going to lose control," she mused aloud as her attention shifted to the ceiling above. Her hand tangled in her hair as she took in the moment; a part of Lelouch ached to taste that throat which lingers above him. Slowly, she slid down onto him, and almost naturally, the tip of his member connected with her entrance.
Say it.
"Just go crazy, OK?" she asked under a soft voice as she sunk into him. His penis met little resistance as he was slowly engulfed until he arrived at that barrier: her virginity. He nodded once before thrusting into her with a sharp motion to break through. Her soft cry reached his ears as he matched his hips to hers.
Say it.
"Yeah," Lelouch mumbled. His eyes slid shut as he tried to adjust to the mixture of pain and pleasure abusing him; he moved inside her to ensure she felt the same aching need. "Anything you want." Effectively, he drowned in the grand feel of satin and warmth invading his surroundings. The two panted in dire want as they groaned from their intercourse.
"Say it," he repeated as he raised himself on elbows, "stop teasing." Their chests touched, connecting the raised pulses between them. She pushed against him recklessly, badly wanting all of him everywhere. She bit down on his lip before kissing him- no, devouring him with a need neither had felt before. He responded with the same degree of need.
"I love you," she finally said in between hot slide of lips and tongues. The warm press of skin distracted the two as they fell into each other, desperately trying to make sense of one another. He found making sense of anything that was not her impossible. Their passion was so overwhelming that the phone vibrating in the distance went unheard all throughout the night.
*Extra Chapter!*
Dawn introduced the awakened exhausted Lelouch to the new day. He tried to slip out of the bed without waking Shirley, but to no prevail. After he collected the scattered clothes and stepped into his pants, she spoke out-loud.
"Lulu?" He turned to the gentle voice to see Shirley sitting up slowly, the covers bunching up at her waist as she moved. He felt somewhat glad to see she didn't mind exposing herself to him again. She reached for his arm, and effortlessly brought him down beside her. His mouth was already on hers before she embraced him. Not long after, he had her pinned down beneath him.
"Shirley..." he whispered.
"...Fine, you can be on top this time," she teased him with a hearty smile. Quickly she was all over him again with hungry kisses as her arms wrapped around him. He would have let her get farther than her hand sliding down his stomach, but he had a destiny to fulfill. He shook his head before stopping her.
"I'd love to, but I can't." Her palm rested on his cheek as she looked into his eyes. He leaned into that handful of warmth as he recalled their passionate night. Despite wanting to make a stealthy exit, he found it difficult to leave. She shifted to a sitting position again and slid her arms around him. Despite his resolve, his body desperately reacted to her.
"Go," Shirley spoke softly while running her fingers through his hair. Reluctantly, he stood up and resumed gathering his clothes. Upon sliding his jacket on, he felt that familiar shape in its pocket.
Oh yes, I almost forgot.
Reaching into the lined blazer, he withdrew the thin box and handed it to her.
"I meant to give this to you, but you sort of... distracted me," he finished with a short cough before gazing away.
"Want me to distract you again?" Instead of taking the box,she grasped the wrist of the hand holding it. She grabbed the loose ends of his tie to drag him downward for a brief kiss. He returned the feeling in between damp breaths and a lust for more contact. She trailed her lips along his neck.
"Thanks." Though she smiled, he knew that she was saddened by this moment. Despite the want to comfort her, he said nothing but kissed her. Before he could get a step back, her arms slid under his loose shirt, pulling him tightly against her.
"Come back to me," she instructed as she breathed in his scent. He stayed still for a long moment, feeling the rash pounding of her heart through the thin material on his chest. Inside, he didn't mind that her arms didn't comply when she was suppose to let go. "Promise?" She pressed closer to him.
"Anything you want." Lelouch spoke out-loud the final words he spoke to Shirley as he waited behind the curtains at the royal meeting. In a few seconds, he would be re-introduced into the world as not Lelouch Lamperouge, but as Lelouch Vi Britannia: rightful heir to the unknowingly vacant Britannian throne. His heart was not racing because of the anticipated change the world must embrace. Rather, it pained him to know that he did not have more time to spend with Shirley. To not reveal his real family name personally and indulge her of his plan. To not remain by her side. Yes, the final result would be disturbing, very painful to watch and remember, but... that's the way things must be.
How many hours have passed since he left? Five? Six? He found concentration hard to maintain with the rather loud conversations going on out in the audience and backstage. Lelouch's 'servants' were at work preparing the lights and arming weapons for any kind of unwanted retaliation. Suzaku was waiting overhead above the throne for an overview of the scene. C.C. was occupied with wonder at the large crowd.
"Is this enough of an audience for your unravel? You sure are an attention-hog." Lelouch chuckled as he rubbed his temples.
"No, I need the entire world to see this event. Hence all the cameras and media groups in the back."
His eyes closed for the instant, and his mind was ambushed with a flurry of images from the night: Shirley underneath him, on top, unable to stop wandering hands, her breath on his skin as she said she loved him... Perhaps these will be the last memories to flow through his ind at his demise. His hand automatically braced his chest as he calmed himself down. Feeling the absence of the box, he remembered the gift he left to her: the royal wristwatch left to him by his mother. One of the few valuables of his origin that he treasured.
A fine-made watch with the lone insignia of the royal crest at its center. However, that was not the main attraction of the watch. Purposely, he set the ticking hands at the same timing and position to enforce the intent behind the gift, and the other gift hidden under the gift. Though, he was sure Shirley would get the point by the time she noticed the note placed beneath the watch. Whispering the written words, snippets of a past conversation reanimated in his mind:
"Where did you go?"
"University tours."
"So far away?"
"Yeah."
His resolve was hardened as he thought of the future she would experience for the two of them. The future which would, indeed, be a better place without all of this violence. The timeframe might be rather long and painful, but this was already set in stone through his actions.
"Lelouch, it's time." C.C.'s words reached his ears as he turned on heels to follow her to the stage. His cue was given at the mention of the former emperor's title. Lelouch sighed.
"Forgive me Shirley," he spoke silently to prevent C.C. from hearing his statement, "it may be awhile before I can fulfill my promise. Shirley, please... 'wait for me.'"
One step began his reign of the Britannian Empire, shocking the world. Despite himself, he smiled as he approached his rightful throne.
A/N: And thus, the chapter I had been dreading to write. I don't know what's sadder: the fact I already wrote this two days after posting the previous one and took me 2 months to type it up, or knowing that I'm at the end. Whoa, I don't mean end JUST yet though. This is what I'll label as Normal End since it remains on par with Ambivalence's end. However, that does not mean that an alternative route is not allowed. So what will happen my friends, will the lovers experience a Bad End or True End? This time around, I won't disappoint you with a loooooooong wait. I promise*. (*don't hold me reliable if not)
So you might ask, 'where the hell have you been Eliya?' Well, to make a horrid story short, life is horrible yet almost enjoyable. I have been recently promoted to administrator for a site that I've been helping to develop since... well, a year ago... called TheAmmo(.com) which offers both a site for reviews and rants, as well as a forums consisting of old members from another site. Though still in development, feel free to stop by to chatter and whatnot. You'll find me there rather consistently than here (yeah yeah, complain).
Now to stop talking, I'll tell you to expect two more chapters that will put a conclusion in this realm of Surety. I've got the other Code Geass novel's prologue already written, but won't post it until I'm done here. Yes, wait is required! Anyways, see you guys soon.