Swimsuit party, part 2

WARNING: Lemon. I guess. And maybe some fluff in the end.

You see, having such a beautiful sister like Euphemia was nice…

But Lelouch started to hate the guts of all those guys eying her.

They were all like: Morning, lady! You look awesome today! Care for a dance with me?

And Lelouch then stared them down until they left.

And Euphie didn't seem to care.

"You know, Lelouch, the breakfast you made today was excellent," she said, smiling at him, just moments after he stared down another suitor.

"Thank you, Euphie," he replied, nodding.

"I loved the bacon," she ranted on. "But those scrambled eggs weren't bad at all."

This was the sad part: they didn't see each other for a long time, but they still quickly ran out of themes they were willing to talk to each other about. Especially when Euphie didn't want to bring up Marianne, their father, the Black knights…

Well, there was a lot they didn't want to talk about and a wee bit of what they could talk about.

Lelouch hummed. Even if he was getting bored with Euphie's babble, he was going to smile and nod, just for her to feel good about it.

"…and I happened to get it from Cornelia on my fourteenth birthday!" Euphie smiled, her smile bright, innocent and beaming.

There was a part of Lelouch that regretted that Euphie overcame her shock from meeting C.C. so quickly.

"That's very nice of her," he said.

"Yes," Euphie nodded. "She's still very nice to me."

Lelouch nodded as well. "She loves you. That's hard to get rid off."

Euphie noticed the insinuation and gave him another smile.

And this smile was all he needed to know that he did what he should do.

They danced right now, Suzaku and Shirley, their previous topic of talk disappeared from their sight again, and they were alone again… as much as they could be alone amidst all those people.

"I love waltz," Euphie hummed.

He smiled. "Is there something you don't love?"

"Pizza," Euphie said immediately, shuddering.

Lelouch almost burst out laughing.

Euphie could be a pretty quick runner when she wanted, Lelouch noted to himself as he lost trace of her in the crowd.

Wait.

Wasn't he talking to someone before he set off after Euphie?

Shirley.

Knowing how angry is she going to be, he jogged toward the place where they chatted before…

And found out she was gone.

Aah! Milly is going to kill him if she finds out!

He groaned with exasperation, looking about if he cannot catch a glimpse of rusty hair.

But it wasn't the bright orange of Shirley's hair he saw.

It was bright lime green of C.C.'s.

She stood casually at the buffet table, picking up a slice of a cheese pizza.

He couldn't help but watch her as she suddenly froze and closed her eyes, munching on the mouthful with silent concentration.

He never picked up on her obsession with that food. It was greasy and salty.

Her hair was tied up into two ponytails, and she was wearing bright green bikini.

She didn't have any bikini, if he knew.

He set off toward her.

When he reached her, the slice of pizza was gone somehow.

"C.C.," he said firmly.

She didn't startle, disappointing him a bit. "Lelouch," she said calmly, eyeing the various types of pizza in front of her.

"What are you doing here."

It was more of a demand than a question.

She finally looked at him. "Eating."

He narrowed his eyes, grabbing her wrist and dragging her away from the buffet table, and into a nearby closet.

He let go of her and closed the door.

She rubbed at her wrist absentmindedly. "You owe me a pizza."

He glared at her. "No I don't."

"Yes, you do."

He knew he shouldn't lose his control easily but he listened to Euphie's rant all day!

Getting tired with C.C. squabbling with him, he used all the force he had to pin her against the wall.

She didn't defend herself. She never did.

"You're losing your cool," she noted.

Lelouch closed his eyes.

"You didn't even let me enjoy my pizza."

He took few deep breaths. "You shouldn't have come here. It's dangerous."

She smirked. "How nice of you to care, Lelouch, but I can take care of myself."

He knew she did. But she still shouldn't risk it. Suzaku was there. What if he saw her?

But none of his thoughts was spoken up as C.C.'s voice sounded again.

"Are you aware it's your deadline today?"

And now she called it a deadline.

To be honest with you all, yes, Lelouch vi Britannia was afraid. He was scared of the idea of his first time. When he just thought about himself being so… exposed to someone else, C.C. or not… it scared him terribly.

He nodded, unable to speak.

"So you will let me?" she asked him.

Will he?

He stared into C.C.'s amber eyes.

Was there someone else… someone better than her for this?

She was impassive, yes, but, as much as it was humiliating for him to just think about it… she was always there for him, when he doubted himself and his cause, when he was terrified, facing the future he fought to create…

"That's good," she said, misinterpreting the silence… or not? Maybe it was more the softness that came into his eyes that assured her he will. "Clinging to your pride on this matter would be…"

He kissed her.

Without thinking, without reasoning. He just did.

C.C.'s eyes widened.

And they stayed wide until Lelouch, suddenly calm again, pulled back.

Just then, she calmed down a bit. A really small bit.

"Lelouch," she said, managing for her voice to be completely clean and steady. "What was that supposed to mean?"

He stared into those golden orbs. "Nothing," he said. And meant it.

"Okay. Now, I want you to say it: will you let me do it?"

He had to try one more time.

"I don't need this."

C.C. sighed exasperatedly. "Yes, you do. Even as it might be hard for you – for whatever reasons I don't understand – to accept it, it is a need of a body, like hunger or thirst. And as well as I am not going to let you starve yourself to death…"

She let the sentence trail off.

Lelouch thought about it, and this time she gave him more than enough time to. It was truth, and he couldn't deny it, that his body was asking for it. It was like an unscratchable itch as of now, irritating and breaking his cool.

He needed to calm down… and if that was the only way to do it…

But he wasn't going to lose to C.C. He may agree to expose himself to her, but he wanted her to be exposed as well.

"You aren't a virgin, are you?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No, I've lost my own virginity years ago. And you?"

"I thought you've already figured it out."

C.C. shrugged.

"How was it?" he asked.

"Me losing virginity?"

He nodded.

Her amber eyes narrowed. She looked like a cat.

"You want details or…"

He closed his eyes. "How did it feel like?"

"First bad, then good, and then… ambrosial," she said simply. "But…" her hand reached out and lightly touched his side. "I know ways to make it feel good from the start."

Well… he never thought he will ever be using C.C. as a call-girl. But he never thought he will receive the Geass power, either.

He took in a deep breath and noticed everything in C.C.'s proximity smelled of pizza.

"I…agree," he said.

She nodded. "Fine, then. I'll meet with you tonight at your room."

He didn't let her leave. "But. I have a condition."

"I'm listening."

This just couldn't get more awkward, there was no way a simple demand could make it worse.

"I don't want a hand job, C.C."

And it just got worse!

C.C. seemed to try to process what he just said. That she will have to… take a real part in… satisfying Lelouch.

"Okay."

Lelouch released her; he said what he wanted to say.

"But I have conditions as well."

Two shining amethysts just got hard again.

"What conditions," Lelouch asked, sounding frustrated with her.

She kept staring into his eyes. "I am willing to do completely anything in order to relieve you. I will be tender, rough, dominant or submissive. But I am not going to kiss you. Under any circumstances."

His eyes narrowed. "Why?"

She backed down a little. "It is my personal issue."

"I see," he replied, condescending.

Sometimes he made her nauseous. And sometimes he just seemed like such an interesting young man…

"And another one."

"Another one of your personal issues, C.C.?"

It was strange how easily Lelouch could change from prey to predator.

"Yes, Lelouch," she replied coldly. "Even if you somehow managed to bring me into an orgasm, I demand that I don't have to show it."

Now this was an interesting demand.

"I thought that robs it of all of the fun."

C.C.'s eyes bore holes into his head. "Sex is a primary need. It's not supposed to be fun." She smirked smugly. "And it can be fun even without that, believe me."

And he did. She was an immortal girl, after all.

Who else would you want to believe?

When Lelouch finally came home from the never-ending swimsuit party, C.C. was already home, changed from the bikini into her usual clothes, a huge plate on cheese pizza on her lap.

Lelouch walked over to his desk and tossed his jacket over it. Then he leant against it, watching C.C. as she sunk her teeth into another slice.

It was fascinating. She narrowed her eyes, letting out a pleased grunt as she rolled the slice on her tongue to please every taste bud she had.

It was like watching her have sex with the pizza.

Lelouch shook his head to dismiss the image.

"Isn't it that pizza from the party?"

"Yesh," C.C. nodded, muttering because her mouth was full.

It was as Lelouch had… well, not feared. As he anticipated.

It was Suzaku who made this pizza – he said his college from work taught him to make it.

So C.C. was having sex with Suzaku's pizza. Suzaku caused so much pleasure to C.C.

That wasn't a nice thought.

Well… maybe it was, but if Lelouch admitted it to himself…

I'll just drop it.

Maybe just one more note: If this is what Suzaku had achieved with his pizza, Lelouch was going to try and beat him in pleasing C.C. tonight.

Now I'll drop it.

"Are we going to begin?" C.C. asked.

He watched her enjoy herself over the pizza for a while longer. "No," he said finally. "I'll have a shower now."

"Fine."

He walked off casually to the bathroom…

And then started breathing quickly, his hands shaking.

No matter what she told him, no matter what he said to himself… he was still terrified.

He dressed off and dropped into the shower, pummelling himself with warm water.

It was… going to be okay, wasn't it.

C.C. bit her lips.

Lelouch… had shown her affection today. He kissed her. Without being compelled to do it in any way. Maybe it was just a token of his sexual frustration, but it felt different. Genuine.

She closed her eyes and tried to bury every flicker of emotion Lelouch had woken up in her in the precious deliciousness of that pizza.

"C.C."

And here they came.

She opened her eyes, munching silently and looking over at her contractor.

"I almost thought you are asleep."

She didn't react to that; there was no need.

He sat down on the bed they shared, being careful not to invade her private zone.

It was funny; he never cared before.

She sat up and set her plan to motion.

Her arm stretched out. "Do you want some?"

He watched the started slice of pizza in front of him. "I don't like pizza too much."

She blinked patiently. "Try it. It's delicious."

His eyes were locked on hers.

Why was he cautious now?

He carefully used his fingers to keep the slice steady and bit off a mouthful.

He didn't keep his eyes off C.C.'s.

Eating that pizza was almost like kissing her again. The same taste and smell, there was also a little of her saliva on it…

Oh.

She got him.

A little smirk appeared on her lips as she realized he realized.

And her lips were suddenly perfectly kissable, event though there was grease shining on them.

And he resisted the urge to kiss her.

Her hand with pizza withdrew again, her eyes narrowing a bit as she bit off a piece as well.

He realized that watching her enjoy her pizza turns him on.

Was she… aware of that?

She kept her eyes fast on the pizza, ignoring any visible indication of what was going on with Lelouch.

And it was going visible.

She suddenly put the slice down.

"I'm full," she mumbled and drew closer to him on the bed.

He did his best not to draw back. All of a sudden, he felt nervous in her proximity, though his manly instincts he had despite of his visible feminity, told him to do the same to her.

"Isn't it going to be uncomfortable," he asked blankly, mirroring her deadpanning. "With your stomach full."

C.C. shrugged. "I'll be okay, thanks for your concern."

He passed the tease and angled his body towards the lime-haired witch. "So, what's going to happen?"

A little smirk rose on her lips. "Anything you want."

He rolled his eyes.

She shifted on the bed, rearing up on her knees. "This," she mumbled and undressed.

It was no strip-tease. She just got it all off, quickly and pragmatically.

The smirk didn't leave C.C.'s lips when she just kept kneeling there, letting Lelouch watch her.

And he did watch her.

Actually, it surprised C.C. how he didn't even try to conceal it.

His eyes examined her from the top of her head, passed her bangs and paused for a while to stare into those (slightly amused) amber eyes.

She didn't know if it was just an illusion caused by light, but she saw Lelouch's amethyst eyes darken slightly.

They were even more captivating that way.

Not that C.C. cared.

His gaze dropped eventually, passing C.C.'s lips and tracing the line of her neck before it lowered itself on her chest and nicely shaped breasts. He didn't linger there, though, at least not as long as she expected him to.

She saw him swallow as his adam's apple jumped.

His gaze brushed past C.C.'s surprisingly flat belly – considering all the pizza she ate – and trailed down her white legs.

She almost chuckled when she realized that his eyes were evading the spot between her thighs.

He looked up at her. She was almost positive now that their shade changed.

He pushed himself closer to her, still watching her partly over his shoulder. "And now?" he whispered.

C.C. blinked. She liked his voice – deep and manly, in contrast with his thin body.

She didn't answer this time, just dropped lower and moved over to him.

He body was almost touching his back again, and the remembrance of yesterday's night made him shiver ever so slightly.

C.C.'s hands sneaked beneath his armpits and further, until she was practically hugging him from behind. Her hands landed on his chest, fingers unbuttoning the shirt skilfully.

"You shouldn't have bothered with dressing up," she mumbled into his ear, her cheek nuzzling his neck.

She saw him bite his lip. "Would rob myself of fun," he replied quietly.

He sounded strained; she knew he would feel very uncomfortable with her invading his personal space, since he made it pretty clear how he felt about his privacy.

But he needed – and wanted, let's not blame each other – this and she was going to give it to him.

When the buttons were all undone, her hands began to caress his bare skin softly, stroking and massaging.

He really was a bag of bones. There was almost no hint of sinew on him.

It was true C.C. liked strong men more, but she did her best not to think about Lelouch's poor physique… for now. She was going to mock him about that later.

She brushed her fingers over a certain place, expecting him to react.

But he didn't.

"You don't have sensitive nipples," she grumbled, displeased.

"I thought women are ought to," Lelouch said blankly.

"If someone just paid me every time I hear this," she murmured before unceremoniously placing her lips against Lelouch's pale neck, placing a kiss on the spot before sucking on it.

Lelouch stiffened. His eyes snapped shut and his mouth opened, no real sound escaping them.

C.C. breathed out an amused sound, her breath tickling at his skin.

He managed to get his mouth closed, biting down on his lip.

"Don't hold back," she murmured, letting go of the place, running her tongue over the red spot.

He elicited a low growl, almost animal one.

"You're spoiling if for yourself," she continued, taking off his shirt and trailing kisses down his back.

His breath quickened slightly.

She stopped at his waist, drawing up again.

She kissed his jaw twice and moved around, straddling him.

Amethyst met amber as their eyes locked, C.C. hooking her arms around his neck.

"Hi," she said, deadpanning.

He had to take in a deep breath to be able to get out a weak hi.

She dipped her head, her lips meeting his collarbone, sucking again, while her small, pale hand roamed over his chest, working its way down.

Lelouch's head flung back a bit when it reached his zipper. He breathed out loudly.

C.C. looked down, watching her hand softly placed on Lelouch's crotch.

Wow, he was quick. Almost hard? Already? He must be really frustrated.

She considered if she should unzip the zipper or not.

"C.C.," Lelouch groaned weakly.

"Hm?" her head shot up.

"Do something."

She let her head fall down again so he wouldn't see her smirk.

"Roger that," she mumbled almost inaudibly and palmed the front of his pants.

He sighed out, his hand finally finding some usage as he placed it gently to her waist. The other one rested on her thigh.

She kept rubbing, looking up for a moment to see the ex-prince's reaction.

His eyes were closed, his lower lip reddened from the bites, his cheeks flushed.

He was lovely like that.

She found herself considering giving him a kiss, but she dismissed the idea at once.

Kiss would be too… intimate.

She let her head fall again, shaking her head, thousand lock of lime-green hair impacting on Lelouch's pale skin, tickling him.

Lelouch's warm hand caught her cold wrist.

She stopped rubbing and looked up at him again, just to find his eyes staring down at her.

"What?"

He started leaning forward, startling her.

He wasn't going to break the promise, was he?

But he just leant forward, his thumb rubbing circles the alabaster skin of her side as his lips came close to her ear.

"I said," he whispered in his Zero-like commanding voice. "I want no hand-jobs, C.C."

"Don't worry," she smirked, her free hand coming up to the back of his neck, massaging it gently. "That's just foreplay."

She heard him swallow. Was he really that scared about it?

They stayed like this for a while.

"Have you seen a woman naked before?"

"Just half-naked."

She smiled a bit. Marianne would be proud that her son stayed innocent for such a long time. Though she might not be so happy it was her of all people to help him get rid of it.

"Have you ever touched a woman before?"

This took him time to get out. "Not in a sexual way. Though Milly once made me touch her breast. Don't ask."

She drew back, her hand still on his neck, locking eyes with him. "You can touch me."

She studied his reaction. There was one thing she couldn't deny: she was curious if he wanted to. If he was attracted to her, or disgusted at her, like the others were.

His teeth found his lip again as his both hands started moving, stroking and palming every inch of the exposed alabaster skin.

She found herself struggling not to react, not to narrow her eyes, not to groan when his hand made its way in between her slim thighs…

She almost forgot how it was, being caressed, being the centre of someone's universe for a while, being acknowledged as a woman…

He ran his knuckles over the lower part of her abdomen, just a feathery touch against her skin. His hand found her breast and squeezed just a little bit, stroking…

Ah, Lelouch.

He wanted her to react.

She gave him what he wanted, closing her eyes and running her tongue over her lower lip, showing him he was doing something right.

Just a small push, to make him comfortable.

When she opened them again, she found him in a feverish state. He seemed mesmerized by her body, by the softness of her skin, the smoothness of her hair, her curves…

She bit down on her lip, hard, when she realized his finger was rubbing her down there.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

Oh, he treated this like a serious business, judging from his tone.

"Nice," she admitted, "but nothing special…"

The finger stopped rubbing and slid in.

Her breath came out in a soft gasp.

He started pumping it slowly. "This is how you do it, right?"

She licked her lower lip again and tried to compose herself, trying to ignore what was happening to her, as well as the way it affected her body.

"Lelouch… ah!"

How the hell did he know where clitoris was?

The softest of blushes rising to her cheeks, she noted a hint of smug smirk on his lips.

"I…"

He rubbed. Gently, but the friction was there, and it was beginning to drive her crazy.

"don't want…"

She gasped again as he tried harder.

"A hand-job, either," she finally finished, catching his eyes.

They kept staring at each other.

He wanted to kiss her and she wanted to kiss him.

But they were both too stubborn for that.

"Fine," Lelouch said quietly and removed his fingers, returning his hand on the blanket beside him.

C.C. wanted to hide every possible indication that he did something that pleased her, and decided to busy herself with taking off Lelouch's trousers.

"Seriously?"

Lelouch stared back at her. "Simply from pragmatic reasons."

If you wondered what they were referring to, it was Lelouch's lack of underwear.

"I see," she replied, deadpanning despite her actual surprisal.

And the surprisal wasn't there exactly because he didn't wear underwear, it was… okay, it was the size of the thing it should be covering.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Lelouch vi Britannia… had a considerably big cock.

C.C.'s teeth sunk into her tongue.

Wow, Marianne… is this why you married Charles?

She straightened up, towering over Lelouch.

His free hand was on her hip; his eyes seemed unable of breaking contact with hers.

She moved down, finding the right angle and position…

And lowered herself.

Lelouch's mind shattered.

There was a smile plastered on her face; a smile she was glad he didn't see.

When they were at Narita, when he found out her real name, she asked him to say it, nicely and tenderly.

And he said it. Coldly and detachedly as he always did.

And when they were on his bed, when she showed him what being a man meant, when he was all dazed and lost and far gone, all she wanted was him saying her name – no, moaning it – as he came, moaning it loudly and lovingly.

And he moaned it. It was loud, full of emotion and lust and… Lelouch.

It was him, the purest form of Lelouch vi Britannia.

She watched him sleeping.

Eyes closed, thin body covered in blankets, raven hair messy. He was… exquisite.

She planted a kiss on his forehead, hoping for him not to wake up.

He didn't, just made a puffing sound and moved his hand a little.

She swallowed, and, burying all she might feel for the man, she turned around so she faced the window instead of him, burying her chin in her Cheese-kun as she watched the inky night outside.

FUN FACTS:

Yes, I know they are all OOC.

Yes, I accept requests for pairings and situations. (Even if they are not compatible with that. I can make a oneshot chap.)

Yes, I have a thing for C.C./Lulu, though it is not my OTP.