Swimsuit Party, part 1
WARNING: Implies of sibling love. Lime. (Some of my friends insist it is lemon, so you decide yourself.)
Annoyingly dancy music played, school kids were yelling, laughing, dancing, splashing water over each other and making out in dark corners.
Yes, it was the huge party day.
Kallen stood.
She stood by the pool, perceiving her surroundings.
Since she declared war on Milly Ashford, nothing really happened.
Suzaku spent the whole Sunday trailing Lelouch and Euphie, which left no space for either her or Milly to approach him.
Kallen didn't like this Euphie character. Suzaku seemed that he was familiar with her, though they shouldn't know each other.
Speaking of him…
"Hi, Suzaku, having fun?"
"Uh… yes, madam President. I'm sorry I wasn't there for the last preparations. I overslept."
"That's okay. Just don't get used to me excusing you!"
"I won't, madam president."
Oh, so Milly found him sooner. Never mind.
She glanced over her shoulder at the two of them. Milly didn't notice her; her eyes were fast on Suzaku.
As were Kallen's now.
Suzaku was a military man and everyone knew that, but still…
How could a softie like him have that muscle?
If Kallen thought his body was perfect when she saw him fully clothed, now that he was half-naked, dressed just in his swimming trunks, her opinion changed from perfect to…
Hell, she was out of words.
This motivated her even more to get him sooner than Milly.
This wasn't entirely about Suzaku being a hottie; it was a lot about the place of an alpha female.
And Kallen wanted this place. No matter she should be keeping a mask of a cripple.
She started backing away, walking in the precise direction which would bring her to bump into Suzaku's back…
As she did right now.
Milly's cheerful voice yelped Firm! in her head as Suzaku's wonderfully shaped butt hit her back.
"Oops! Sorry!"
Suzaku turned and looked at Kallen.
"No, I'm sorry-"
We could say it wasn't the fact how gorgeous Kallen looked in her black and white striped bikini, wet here and there, with her slender frame exposed that caused Suzaku to lose all of the words in his vocabulary… but, unfortunately, we would lie.
"Uh…"
They kept looking at each other, Milly vanishing off somewhere.
One of Suzaku's kinky parts considered just making a pass at Kallen, one of his reasonable parts preventing him from doing so.
"So you finally showed up, right?"
"Um… yeah," Suzaku nodded, making point of looking into Kallen's eyes.
Someone threw a chubby noble boy next to them into the pool, splashing them both with water.
"Hey, you dumbass!" Kallen shouted at the boy who did it, water dropping from the locks of her red hair. "Can't you show some respects?"
"Geez, sorry, sister! Just havin' fun!"
Kallen rolled her eyes and when she looked back at Suzaku…
He wasn't there.
Not that he wanted to leave her that desperately, but he simply felt very, very awkward.
And… he wanted to ask Euphie for a dance.
Shirley sat on a platform, looking around lazily with a glass of pineapple juice in her hand.
Okay, she wasn't looking around; her eyes were locked fast on a certain dark-haired ex-prince.
She found this nice, lonely perch in the very beginning of the party, and used it as her entrenchment in her war for Lelouch's attention.
In which she was epically much losing to Euphie.
Soon enough, she found out why this nice place was so abandoned: it was right next to a loudspeaker.
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
As Milly's cheerful voice boomed through the swimming pool, Shirley was covering her ears, examining if there was blood running from them.
"As your beloved President of the Student council, I announce… a squaw dance! Ladies, grab your partners!"
Shirley's hunter instinct snapped on (yes, even Shirley has one).
She stood up, shaking her head to get the ringing out of it and adjusting her bright orange bikini so nothing inappropriate would peer out of it.
Or… should she…
She pulled the upper part a bit lower. Unobtrusively.
Her bright green eyes fixed on Lelouch.
Euphie was still stuck to his arm, but now, her hand was held out for the boy.
Lelouch smiled and shook his head.
Euphie laughed and grabbed his hand anyway, dragging him out to the dance floor.
There was a visible steam coming out of Shirley's ears.
The… bitch…
Calm down, Shirley. A deep breath. Yeah, that's right. And another one.
Euphie dragged Lelouch into the very middle, forcing his hand to her waist and laying a hand on his shoulder.
Shirley was red with jealousy. It was her who should be waltzing with Lulu, looking like a cute fucking princess in his arms!
She snorted, crossing her arms.
A faint voice sing-songed in her head, the devilish voice of Milly the Whisperer.
You remember the Cat party we had? It asked her innocently. I gave you an advice…
Shirley remembered it well, but she found it stupidly melodramatic. But now… well… with Euphie here… those were extreme circumstances. And extreme circumstances called for extreme resources.
Her eyes scanned the crowd of students, until it fixed on a lonely looking boy with brown curls…
Shirley's mouth twisted to a smug smirk, something so unusual for the girl.
She set off toward her prey.
Invoke jealousy, Shirley.
What?
As I said. Make. Him. Jealous.
Suzaku tried not to look like a hurt puppy as Euphie dragged Lelouch away.
He had no right to be possessive about the princess… yet… he didn't like the looks she gave Lelouch. They were too sweet, too tender.
It was like if she was in love…
"Suzaku,"
He looked over at the girl speaking.
Shirley looked particularly good today. Her foxy hair silky, green eyes shining and brightly orange bikini emphasizing the colour of her hair and showing off the body of a swimmer… she was hot!
"Shirley," he mumbled, almost blushing, ashamed he thought something like that. "Hi. You look amazing."
This seemed to somewhat blanket her. "Uh…" she blushed darkly. "Thank you, Suzaku."
He smiled innocently. "Do you need something?"
"Well…" she took in a deep breath and took the plunge. "I wanted to ask you for a dance."
This time it was Suzaku who seemed blanketed.
"If you wanted to," Shirley added, heat rising to her cheeks. It wasn't as bad as with Lelouch, though.
"Well, sure," he nodded. "Why not?"
Lelouch tried not to think much of the fact that he had Euphie in his arms.
She chatted with him lightly, about nonsense as always, trying to keep his mind off the important.
"And then Earl Asplund asked the Countess for a dance, and…"
Lelouch switched her off. He didn't mean it meanly. He loved Euphie and he loved how she tried to be normal. But something just caught his attention.
Appearing somewhat gawkish as compared with his partner's whirling elegance, Suzaku Kururugi danced with Shirley.
Shirley.
Lelouch better looked twice until he was sure.
Shirley had asked Suzaku for a dance? Really?
Not that he was being jealous; he was just used to Shirley milling about him… and no one else.
He was so used to her being centred on him that he couldn't even imagine her being with someone else.
And there she was… dancing with Suzaku.
Suzaku said something and Shirley blushed, looking away from his deep, moss-green eyes.
He was making her blush? What the hell was he telling to her?
Euphie suddenly giggled.
"Uhh… sorry, what?"
She smiled at him. "Ah, I'm sorry. But I just noticed Suzaku."
Lelouch glanced at his best friend quickly. He was still talking to Shirley while dancing with her.
"What?"
Euphie shook her head with a soft chuckle. "He's being stubborn again about something."
"Just… would you just drop it, please?"
"But you two would make such a lovely pair…"
He noticed the colour of Shirley's face and shut up.
"Sorry."
Shirley sighed. "It's fine."
"I know it's stupid to talk to you about other boy while dancing with you."
She shrugged, dropping them into a bottomless pit of awkward silence.
Suzaku's hands were a bit sweaty and he struggled to keep his hand on Shirley's back, doing his best for it not to drop to the foxy's backside.
Her skin was very soft under his fingers, and her back muscles were firm from swimming.
"I actually don't know why you bother yourself so much because of him," he began again, continuing before she had time to stop him. "You're attractive young girl, Shirley. If he doesn't notice that, he doesn't deserve you."
He could almost feel the heat radiating from her face as it turned the colour of Kallen's hair.
She mumbled something incomprehensible.
Then the song ended and Shirley got out of Suzaku's arms, bolting out.
He considered calling after her or setting off in her direction, but he was aware it would be to no avail.
This girl just needed some self-confidence. She was beautiful, yes, she was smart, yes, but she didn't know it about herself.
And that of course meant that she couldn't use this, the best weapon she had, against Lelouch. If she did, she would win him over in the end. But like that…
Suzaku sighed. She was almost more hopeless than he himself.
"Hey, lovely!"
Euphie glanced over at the boy who called at her with a smile, then returned her look to Lelouch.
"Hey, lovely," the boy said again, this time sticking his head over her shoulder. He was quite handsome, with boyish features and messy blond hair. "Want to have fun with me?"
Euphie giggled. "No, sir, thank you."
"Come on," boy's hands slipped around the princess' waist. "Don't be so coy, lovely."
With those words, he jumped backwards, dropping into the pool back first, bringing Euphie with him.
They sunk beneath the level like a pair of rocks.
The boy let go of her so she could come up.
He was laughing his lungs off when her head reached the surface. "So what, lovely? Fun or not?"
She watched the boy for some time, then her lips curved into a smile. "Fun," she admitted, chuckling a bit. "But you scared me."
The boy smirked, bringing up his hand with two fingers up. "I promise, lovely, that it won't happen again."
"Yes, it won't," Lelouch said firmly, towering over the pair.
"Hey, who's that, your dad?" the boy asked Euphie.
Euphie showed both of the boys a beaming smile. "That's my cousin, Lelouch. He's just a bit morose sometimes."
"You okay, Euphie?" Lelouch asked the girl as she floated slowly toward the brink.
"Yes," Euphie mumbled.
"Geez, sure she's okay! It's not like I was drowning her or something! I had it all under control!"
Lelouch ignored the boy and helped Euphie out from the water.
"Umm… Lulu?"
Lelouch looked at Shirley, who just came up to him. "Yes?"
"I was wondering…" she was blushing hard again and every word was hard for her. "If you… could dance with me."
"I…" Lelouch was looking at her for a moment blankly, then his head suddenly whipped around. "Wait! Where's Euphie?"
Spotting her weaving through the crowd to leave him and Shirley some alone time, he set out after the disguised princess.
Leaving Shirley on the brink of her sanity on the brink of the pool.
"Calm. Down."
Shirley was trembling, her eyes watery.
"Calm. Down."
Shirley was biting her fist.
"Damn, woman, form up!"
Milly sighed hugging the ginger's shoulders even more tightly. "It's just Lelouch being protective over a girl that's practically a younger sis to him!"
Shirley's lower lip quivered.
Milly sighed again. "Fine," she said quietly. "I have something for you. But…" she rose a warning finger. "Don't tell about it to anyone."
And with those words, the most perverted student of the Ashford academy led Shirley off to an abandoned buffet table, ducking and sticking out a hand into the depths underneath it.
And she drew out a bottle of a top-notch scotch.
"This, or sherry," she offered to Shirley.
Who stared at her, wide-eyed.
"Come on," Milly grinned mischievously. "What a party would it be without some good drink? Besides, booze gives you confidence. That what's you need, right? Confidence to ask Lulu out."
Shirley blushed and looked at her feet. "Uh… I guess… but… madam president…"
Milly pushed a glass with the golden, heavenly smelling liquid under her nose. "Drink."
"But…"
"Drink. It's an order."
Shirley bit her lip, but took the glass. "Won't it get me… tipsy?"
Milly rolled her eyes. "Just a little bit. And that's what we want. Tipsiness means no shaking hands. Confidence. Got it? Now drink. No heeltaps!"
"No heeltaps," Shirley repeated with a frown as she tipped the glass over, letting the golden liquid slip into her mouth. She swallowed, the scotch burning her throat as it went.
There was a very interesting taste it left in her mouth. She slid her tongue over her teeth.
Milly smiled. "Now, sister, you've tasted the nectar of the gods," she declared melodramatically. "Now go and show Lelouch what you've got," she cheered, slapping her ass.
"M-Madam president!" Shirley squeaked.
Milly's eyes locked on something and she set out that way, leaving the open bottle of scotch on the table.
Shirley took few deep breaths, the merciful haze of alcohol already rising in her head, leaving her with a small, easy smile on her lips.
She walked over to the actual buffet table, suddenly terribly hungry.
Taking a bowlful of chocolate ice-cream, she looked around her… spotting Lelouch chatting with a girl.
She was dressed in brightly green bikini which was in a nice tune of colours with her lime hair.
Shirley pouted, taking a spoonful of ice-cream into her mouth.
She wasn't pleased.
Lelouch was being a naughty boy again. Unfaithful boy. Bouncing from girl to girl…
Lelouch greeted the girl with a frown, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away.
A half mad half drunk smile rose on Shirley's face.
She's going to play a spy and overhear what Lulu tells to her!
Shirley, a spy girl!
She giggled as she dragged her feet after the pair.
And yes, when Shirley was drunk, she was acting like a child.
She noticed the door of a closet slamming shut, a glimpse of lime hair the only indicator that it had been Lulu and the lime-girl who disappeared into it.
Shirley leant her back against the wall of the closet, hearing every single word of their conversation through the thin wall.
"…enjoy my pizza," the girl just said.
Lelouch sounded angry. "You shouldn't have come. It's dangerous."
"How nice of you to care, Lelouch, but I can take care of myself."
Lelouch didn't react to this.
"Are you aware it's your deadline today?"
Lelouch didn't react again.
"So you will let me?"
No reaction.
"That's good. Clinging to your pride on this matter would be…"
More words that might come out of the girl's mouth were muffled.
And Shirley knew how.
Lulu was kissing the girl!
Her whole body started to tremble again.
"You really can't swim?"
Kallen rose her chin.
Suzaku chuckled.
Kallen pouted. "What's so funny?"
Suzaku just shook his head, smiling broadly. "It's not about your… swimming issue, don't worry," he tried to say, breaking into laugh in the meantime.
Kallen fought not to laugh as well and keep her dignity. "Just laugh, Suzaku," she said rebelliously. "But when it comes time when you will have to drive a motorbike…"
"I can do that," he interrupted her, braving it out. "Can you light a fire on your own?"
"Sure," she said, smirking as she squared her shoulders. "With a lighter."
Suzaku smirked as well. "Do you think you're sly?"
She nodded. "More than you, at least."
"All talk no act?"
A grin appeared on her face. "You wish."
He stuck out his tongue childishly. "Maybe I do."
"Guuuuuys!"
They both turned and saw Milly running toward them.
This successfully ruined Kallen's mood.
"Hey, guys," Milly said, smiling at them. "You're not busy, are you?"
"No, madam president," Suzaku shook his head.
Why does he always have to be such a gentleman?
"Fine, then," Milly waved her hand around. "We have some trouble here and I can bother no one else but the Sutdent council with it. Rivalz is at the music and Shirley, Nina and Lelouch are nowhere to be found."
Kallen rolled her eyes.
Bullshit. Milly just didn't want her to get into Suzaku's pants quicker than she will.
Hey, waaait!
Has she just genuinely thought she wants to get into his… pants?
But, then… what else would their war with Milly be about? Surely not about hand-holding.
Kallen looked at Suzaku. So… she wanted to fuck this cutie? Well, why not? He was oh-so-hot, nice and certainly virgin as well.
"…would you be so nice, Kallen?" Milly asked her with a predatory smile.
Oh, damn, she blacked out.
"Uhhh… what?" she asked, tearing her eyes off Suzaku.
"I asked you if you would be so nice and go for some more snacks for the buffet," she repeated, her expression making it sure she noticed how Kallen was staring at Suzaku.
"Yeah, sure," she nodded and walked off, admitting the defeat.
She heard Milly elicit a soft purring sound.
"And for you, Suzaku… I need you to shift something heavy for me."
"Skilful boy," Milly praised.
Suzaku blushed. "Thank you, madam president."
Milly's lip twitched as she handed him a glass. "Here. A reward. Bottoms up."
Suzaku smelled it. Was it… "Alcohol?"
The blonde shrugged. "Yeah. Good party needs a good drink."
"I can't drink alcohol in school, madam president," Suzaku said uneasily.
"Yes, you can," Milly retorted firmly. "And anyway, you can't let me drink alone? A lady?"
Suzaku knew she wasn't playing entirely fair, playing it at his pride of being a gentleman. But he sighed and put the glass to his mouth.
"Bottoms up?" he smiled softly.
Milly nodded with a strange glint to her eyes. "Bottoms up."
"It's… devilishly delishhhhious," Suzaku slurred a bit.
Milly licked her lips, just slightly tipsy. "Yeah." She grinned. "Though I tend to call it heavenly."
Suzaku smiled. "Tommorrow's gonna be a hell for me."
Milly smiled and slipped a hand over his shoulders. "Maybe."
Suzaku closed one eye, looking at the shine of the lamp though his glass. Then he looked at her. "You're hot, you know?"
Milly smiled. "Yes, I know."
Suzaku looked into his glass. "Can I have some more, please?" he asked, looking up at her like a small kid asking for a chocolate.
He was cute. Incredibly cute.
Milly grinned, taking the bottle from behind her. "You were flattering me just because you wanted more?"
Suzaku pouted, grimacing. "M-maybe," he said with a hic. "But," his hand placed itself on her knee. "It's true."
She filled up his glass, leaning closer to him. "Thank you. You're not that bad yourself."
Suzaku smiled at her, his hand running up her thigh…
"Suzaku."
Suzaku straightened up at the decisiveness of the voice. "Yes, sir."
Shirley was eying him with narrowed eyes. "Come with me."
Suzaku saluted and stood up, swaying. "Will do."
Milly watched the two of them, both honkers, as they walked away, totally perplexed.
If she didn't expect someone to steal Suzaku away from her, it was Shirley.
Her jaw dropped open as Shirley slipped her hand into Suzaku's.
Shirley?!
Suzaku looked lost standing in the quite roomy closet.
He turned to Shirley, who just closed the door behind the two of them.
"Well, m'lady," Suzaku flashed the ivory. "What do you want me to do?"
Shirley looked devilish like that; her hair and bikini shining like hell's fire in the dim lighted closet.
She smiled, even emphasizing the appearance.
"Do me," she said clearly before coming at him.
His back hit the wall hard, 'cos he didn't await the impact.
He almost screamed out in surprise, Shirley muting the sound when she slipped her tongue into his open mouth. His instincts were quick even when he was drunk, and his conscious was shunted when he hastily returned the kiss, his tongue exploring Shirley's sweet-tasting mouth.
One of her hands clasped itself on the back of his neck, while the second braced against his chest. He didn't know what he could and couldn't, but he just let his body guide him as one of his hands slid down to Shirley's small, fine butt, griping it quite firmly.
She groaned into his mouth, her fingers seemingly trying to grip something as her fingers clutched at his chest.
He brought her closer with his arm, their lightly-clothed bodies rubbing against each other.
This caused them to moan at the same time, Shirley gripping at his hair.
He sued his hand on her butt to move her hips closer to his, her hot lap grazing the slowly growing bulge in his pants.
They both shuddered, their eyes connecting, moss meeting peas.
Shirley broke the kiss, drawing back.
Suzku found himself sunken in her eyes…
She moved in closer, hand slipping into his pants.
"Now," she breathed out into his ear, panting.
He closed his eyes. "Where?"
He heard her swallow. "On the ponton."
He looked over her shoulder at the blow-up sunbed she was referring to.
"Fine," he breathed against her neck.
He picked her up bridal-style, laying her down on it, sparing her the embarrassment of laying down for him.
He rolled onto her, both hands propped at the side of her head.
The sunbed was swaying beneath them, but the world was swaying for the drunken pair anyway.
Suzaku dived in for a kiss, Shirley wasting no time in stripping him from his swim-shorts. He had to help her and kick them away.
When he was naked, he raised up, looking Shirley into eyes again.
They were different than usually. Their shade was darker, the sparkles were not sparkles of innocent joy anymore… and they were narrowed, giving the girl a feline appearance.
Incredibly sexy, from Suzaku's opinion.
He kissed her neck, running his tongue over the soft, heated skin.
Her hand was in his hair again, tugging now and then, and every tug and a shock wave through his body.
He nipped experimentally at the skin on her throat, getting a throaty moan from the girl.
"Suzaku…"
It was strange to hear his voice like that, as a deliberate admission that it was him delivering all the pleasure to her.
He sped up, kissing and licking, nipping now and then, driving Shirley crazy.
She was rewarding him with harder and harder tugs at his hair.
When he was done with probing Shirley's pale body, he retuned to her lips, letting her taste her own taste as he worked on stripping her down.
His work done, he pulled away from Shirley, connecting their eyes again. One of his hands started stroking the girl's thigh.
"Shirley," he gasped before shaking his head. "I don't know much about his, but this may hurt."
Shirley closed her eyes and put her hands above her head, showing him her total submission. "I don't care," she growled.
She spread her legs for him, wrapping them around his waist.
"Just… go on."
And he did, pushing his tip into her experimentally, almost losing it at the spot from the sensation.
He heard her hold her breath below him and went deeper, and deeper, not able to hold back the moan anymore.
Then he realized… there was no resistance.
Shirley… didn't have her maidenhead.
She… wasn't a virgin.
He froze.
Her eyes opened a bit and she looked at him. She seemed dizzy.
"S-Suzaku…" she breathed out.
Even his name was sexy when it came from the lips of this foxy-haired devil.
He pushed the thought that even if he thought so he wasn't Shirely's first away.
"Shirley," he groaned.
Suzaku's instincts were quick to pick up the basics of sex. It was nothing more than finding the angle which made Shirley moan the hardest, and thrusting over and over.
Can one… love sex?
Because Suzaku loved it right now.
And he loved it even as he lay down beside Shirley, panting, sweat-soaked and dizzy.
His name sounded best when Shirley shouted it in the end. It was like…
Suzaku fell asleep from exhaustion and drunkenness, as did Shirley.
And none of the two remembered the small detail they didn't use any protection.
FUN FACTS:
This was actually my very first… is this lime, or lemon? … to write.
And yes, all that happened was Milly's fault. Well… not everything. But you get the point.