Issues

WARNING: One part might be viewed as molestation.

Kallen sat on a deckchair, playing cripple again while Milly and Shirley were playing something that could be called volleyball.

"So, Kallen, who was the prettiest boy you've seen this week?" Milly asked.

This girl's meeting was sometimes a real pain in the ass. Milly wanted it to be on every Sunday, so they as girls could review the whole week. And it actually was all talk about boys. And sex. And growing boobs. And menstruation. Just girl's talk.

Kallen thought about it, but the only thing she could recall of her week was the battle on Tuesday, which caused the Black Knights to back down and recover, thanks to what she had a plenty of free time now.

Oh, that wasn't exactly true.

There was one more thing she remembered quite well: how damn perfect was Suzaku Kururugi's body.

It was true Lelouch was attractive as well, but right now she kept tabs just on the Japanese youngster.

"Kallen?"

She shook her head. "I don't know," she muttered.

"Come on, Kallen," Milly grinned and winked at her. "I saw all of those looks yesterday!"

Kallen gaped at her. "You did?"

"Sure!" she let the game with Shirley be and came to her to nudge her shoulder. "But I know why you don't want to say it."

Kallen blushed.

Milly leaned to her. "Lulu is hot stuff, huh?"

"No!" she whispered back. "It's not him!"

And she almost face-palmed at the slip.

Milly stuck out her tongue. "Gotcha!" she laughed. "But…" she grew serious. "You're not the only one who takes interest in that hottie, Kallen."

Does that mean… that Milly likes him as well?

Wait.

Were they talking about the same him?

"Is that a war, Milly?" Kallen asked with a smile.

"It may be," Milly said, smiling back.

"You know you can't get him with some… cattiness," Kallen asked, watching if she catches up to the joke.

Milly chuckled. "Sure."

So they were both talking about Suzaku.

The race was on.

Lelouch couldn't sleep.

This was an issue for him for quite a time now.

It didn't even help when C.C. allowed him to share bed with her, instead of sleeping on the floor/couch/ sitting.

So now he just lay on his side, staring into the blank wall.

He heard C.C. shift on the other side of the bed.

And then she started moving towards him, until her lightly-clothed body was pressed against his.

Her lips landed on his shoulder as a hand slipped into his pants.

"C.C."

"I warned you," she murmured against his skin, her breath hot and smelling of cheese against his skin.

"Give me more time."

C.C.'s hand grasped his manhood. "Lelouch, if you are afraid…"

"I'm not," he said, catching her wrist and preventing her from doing anything that might end up… with Lelouch becoming dizzy with pleasure, maybe to the extents that he would be panting, moaning and begging C.C. for more.

He didn't want that. For more reasons.

One of them was that his room was right between Nunnally's and Euphemia's.

And one of course was that he wanted to be in control.

And we'll better stay silent about the rest of them.

"Let me do this. You'll like it."

Lelouch snorted.

"Let me go."

She didn't.

"C.C."

"Lelouch."

"Let me go."

She did.

"One more day, Lelouch. One more day."

Her lips ghosted over his shoulder before she returned to her side of the bed.

Lelouch didn't sleep for the rest of the night.

He still felt her lips on his shoulder and her hand sweeping over his skin.

FUN FACTS:

This part is so short 'cause a) I finally want to dive into the Swimsuit party arc and b) this is all I can write about their Sunday, and I try to at leas approximately make each chapter a one day in their lives – in which I epically fail, if you notice.