Her favourite room was the kitchen. The aroma wafting from there on certain times of the day lured her a lot, and every time she would visit the kitchen, she was incognito.
For the past three days since Jeremiah gave her to Lelouch, C.C. had nothing to do but wander inside the main house. The manor was too spacious for an unmarried man, thus Jeremiah's persuasion for the young ruler to take in a woman was...sensible but not entirely reasonable. It was a big house with hundreds of hallways and hundreds of rooms, each place seemed to have witnessed countless memories and faces. She heard the brown-haired man who barged in the room the other night that most rooms were unused. He was talking to a maid when C.C. overheard that.
Out of boredom, C.C. managed to steal a maid's uniform from the clothesline. Since there were numerous maids maintaining the household and attending to a herd of elder people called 'council', it was highly probable that she was just a passing face to anyone in the mansion. Unless, of course, she came across Lelouch or that shy soldier.
Securing the lace under her chin, C. at her reflection on the mirror. Dressing like a maid confirmed that she was a servant, a slave, who would only do as what her master pleases. However, the young ruler seemed to be a different person when he was confined inside a room with her. His face was always red, and most of the times he would stammer whenever he would attempt to woo her. This was excluding the swift moments where he bold enough to do something. While she was swept with his clumsy kisses and unrealised forwardness, she did not show it that much. The other night was enough proof that, okay, he was young and inexperienced, but so was she. Though that night was quick, hot and exploratory, it left her unsatisfied. She wondered if he was, too.
With her hair single braided and shoe laces tied, she appraised herself on the mirror. The long black dress covered her well. It was time to put the white apron on. Once done, she frowned upon her reflection. Her skin was way too fair, thus it stood out against her dark dress. Despite being a gypsy living a nomadic life somewhere in the northern mountains, her complexion was something she didn't know where she got. Sighing, she marched out of the room to start her adventures for the day.
It was early and everyone was busy tidying up the manor. Most servants focused on cleaning the first storey, primarily due to the fact that this was where meetings were held. Most were scrubbing the floor and wiping the dust off the furnitures and paintings. The men were busy trimming the grasses outdoors and tending the plants. C.C. did not linger in the main entrance for too long, afraid that the head servant might ask her to do errands that could blow her cover up. Quietly, she waltzed away. Soon, she found herself walking in a desolated wing of the same floor. It was serene here, away from the bustle of early morning duties. It was a corridor directly adjacent to the wide garden.
C.C. stood in silence, her face and hands pressed against the clear glass wall. The sun was warm and bright, shining abundantly to the vast greenery. When Jeremiah took her here, she was blindfolded. She never saw what the view outside looked like.
The young ruler lived in a place away from the hassle and bustle of town. Lesser people, lesser problem. C.C. sighed. She could only admire as she stared at the scenery. The manor was located atop a small hill, separating it from the rest of the houses. This reminded her that she was in a different world.
"While I am being kept as a slave, why don't I just be a slave and be a good one at that?" There was no escaping with this life now, no? "Oh, my cute little brother. If you see your sister's situation, would you continue cheering me up and wishing me to do my best?" C.C. wondered what kind of best should she exert in this condition.
Her family was beckoning her heart to leave this place. The more she looked at the green grasses and red roofs of the distant town, the life she was forced to abandon flashed in her head. The more she stood there, the stronger her longing for home tugged on her heartstrings. It would be nice to wander with her tribe, playing on the trees and enjoying the waterfalls. Oh, how wonderful would it be if she could hear the tall tales and folklores told on a bonfire. Sleeping in a hammock underneath the starry night was something she had taken a liking to. What a tragic fate to surrender this kind of life soon.
"It isn't entirely bad," she thought, pushing herself away from the glass. "It is for the common good." Sacrificing herself to give her tribe the freedom they were enjoying did not sound bad at all. Sighing, she turned around and continued her journey inside the manor.
The coffered ceiling was stunning. The sunken pannels reminded her of waffles and beehives. Tall, gorgeous columns supported the high ceiling and chandeliers. Why did Lelouch's family spend an ample amount for the ceiling? Was it for aesthetic purposes? To what, prove their wealth? Houses, in general, was simply a riddle to C.C. She was someone who grew up living a nomadic life. Though houses with impressive architectural styles take her breath away, she couldn't understand the joy of imprisoning her life inside it for so long. Hence, for the mean time, she would admire the ceiling. She was bound to live here for quite some time. Being a slave did not require her to voice her thoughts on things, anyway.
After a moment of walking briskly through corridors to corridors, she was twirling and jumping on her toes to savour the elegance and silence of this uninhabited part of the manor. Her long fingers traced the tapestries on the wall; unknown faces of people (who were perhaps Lelouch's family) on huge portraits stared hard at her wherever she stood. C.C. imagined herself dressed with flamboyance like the womem on the pictures. Perhaps, she thought, it would restrict her from running and exploring the manor. Moreover, these women were aristocrats. She was not, therefore it would not fit her. C.C. laughed, convinced that the light dresses she wore as a gypsy woman were way better. Dismissing such thought, she turned on her heel and sought which hallway would lead her to the kitchen.
The young gypsy woman walked slowly as she emerged to the hall filled with servants. Her steps were quiet and calm as she paced across, meaning to get to the kitchen unnoticed. Luckily, no one seemed to notice her presence, given that the servants were engrossed with their duties.
The floor was lustrous and smooth. If she were not careful, she could have slipped. The paintings looked clearer (and haunting, because the portraits looked ancient) and cleaner than earlier. C.C. envied these house servants and thought that it would be nicer if she was this kind of slave, too. However, she was asked to satisfy a virgin's libido. If Lelouch would ask her, she would rather scrub the staircase and polish the floor than let him touch her that way...and leave her frustrated.
"Why am I pondering at such gross thought?" she mentally berated herself, ashamed to admit that what happened the other night affected her. Her steps quickened as she rushed to the kitchen, letting the smell of freshly baked bread lead her way. Soon, she found herself scampering to where the smell was coming from.
While C.C. vanished in a throng of maids carrying fresh flowers, a pair of eyes widened as it followed her. He was standing by the French doors, holding a pile of documents from the colonies, when he saw a specific beauty among the maids.
"Gino, Lelouch is asking for these documents. Get inside," Suzaku pushed him inside the house. Gino Weinberg did not take another step, much to Suzaku's surprise. The blond kept staring. The soldier followed the man's line of stare, wondering what and where he was gawking at. "Is there something wrong?"
"I wonder if the young ruler have the generosity to offer me one of his maids," the man looked at the soldier, his golden curls swept over his eyes. "What do you think?"
Suzaku was taken aback with his inquiry, unsure what this man was asking for. He studied him: tall, blond and aristocratic. Gino Weinberg was the lieutenant-general from the West colony. He had a face that could charm women and a pocket that could feed them. Suzaku guessed he was the son of the governor general from the same region, so basically this man was born with a silver spoon. It would be easy to obtain servants if he wanted to, so why did he need to ask some of Lelouch's? Instead of rationalizing the thing, Suzaku simply furrowed his brows.
"Mr. Weinberg, please conduct yourself properly. We are talking about the young ruler here. You came from an affluent family, I presume. You can find a servant of your own."
Gino coughed, unsure of how he should explain this. "How about I ask him to hand over a servant for the purpose of marriage?"
Suzaku did not hesitate hitting him at the back of his head. Gino's open declaration just attracted attention of the servants near them. "Get a hold of yourself and do your duty, Mr. Weinberg!"
Suzaku shared the shade with Lelouch once again. The sun was high and harsh, but the cool breeze rewarded them with comfort. The meeting with the generals just finished and the two sneaked out to spend their noon under the apple tree.
Lelouch collapsed on the grasses. He was tired arguing with the generals regarding the expansion of the colony. The state of the colonies were fine, and the young ruler solely wished to keep the status quo. Wars were out of the topic. His father caused enough bloodbath and triumphed the regions he wanted to possess. People would need to taste peace, too. So, it was timely to take a break from expanding the colony.
"How are you and your woman?" Suzaku asked, examining the apple he snatched from the kitchen earlier. Lelouch's kitchen was filled with healthy stock of food, but the young master himself looked thin. He should eat more.
Lelouch groaned, rolling to his side. "Who are you talking about?" he grumbled. He wanted to ease his mind, that was the reason why he asked for his company. It so happened that Suzaku was naturally garrulous. His mother could have fed him chicken butt, goodness. Or so, that was how elders put it. The point is: Suzaku talks a lot.
Lelouch's retort made the sun-kissed man scoff. And now he forgot the woman? "With utmost respect, I am inquiring about your wanton experience with the enticing lady in your room the other night." Suzaku noticed how Lelouch's shoulders sagged after hearing that. "I am guessing it did not turn out well?"
"No," responded Lelouch. "I mean, you do not have to phrase it that way. You just called her enticing. I disapprove."
The smooth apple skin invited Suzaku to take a bite, choosing to ignore the sighs Lelouch let out after voicing his thoughts. The lady he saw in Lelouch's bedroom was truly alluring. She was barely dressed when he entered Lelouch's quarters. While he did not mean to ogle, he could not just deny the beauty she has.
"I thought you are no longer virgin," said Suzaku, munching the apple. "I would be glad for you. However, that does not seem the case. How did you manage to stop yourself from touching a lady?"
Lelouch groaned again, unsure how to handle this curious man. "Now, do the honor to keep quiet. I do not wish a young inexperienced man to ask these questions." Successfully getting into his nerves, Lelouch rolled again until he was lying on his stomach.
Suzaku threw the half-eaten apple to Lelouch, the hard fruit hit his friend on the back. "Then why did you force me to tell you about the barracks? I thought you will do her!"
"Like I can just jump and...fu-" Lelouch coughed, sitting himself up. "Aha, I see. You plan to see me lose my cool."
"Like the hell I do," Suzaku barked, raising a fist to Lelouch. "I am merely asking about your night and you accuse me of such thing? Are you an idiot? Why are you so bashful about it?"
"Then should I be proud?" Lelouch replied, his calmness searing like magma from a volcano. One wrong word and Suzaku would be likely thrown to the South. "Any sane man will not disclose his sexual life as if it is a battle won during a war."
"Fine," Suzaku rolled his eyes. He figured what Lelouch meant. Why could he not just say he didn't manage to…? "I understand that you failed on claiming the lady yours. What alternative plans do you have?"
Lelouch's face was red when Suzaku understood his situation. Again, a proud man would not disclose his sexual life if it horribly failed. This was the proper sentence he should have said. And plans? What plans? He lost his rationality during the heat of the night. If he drafted a plan, he would surely forget it the moment he laid eyes on her perfect body. Well, just thinking of her smooth skin made Lelouch feel warm. He decided then that women were not good for his health.
"I have no plans," answered Lelouch. He looked away from his friend and stared at the rock bottom of the hill. The red roofs of the houses in the town which were miles far looked tinier than his fingernails. "Whatever happens, happens."
"And what, let your virgin head control you? What do you know about pleasuring a woman?"
Lelouch stirred and shot Suzaku a questioning look. "What do you know about that, Suzaku?" He wanted to know. It did not occur to Lelouch that he had to, er, pleasure C.C. He thought it was just simply getting laid. Period.
It was Suzaku's turn to blush. He was inexperienced in bed, too, but he was barking this and that to Lelouch as if he was an upperclassman. "I am twenty and I know nothing," when Lelouch's smirk signalled that he was winning the conversation, Suzaku added: "But the young inventor shared a lot how to pleasure a woman."
"He was the man assigned to develop enhanced weaponry, if you are wondering," Suzaku clarified before Lelouch could ask. "Do you want to know what I have heard?" Those round eager eyes could only mean yes. Hence, the two sat closer to each other and Suzaku shared the inventor's experiences with the ladies of the night.
Lelouch came back to his quarters later that afternoon. On his way up to his room, he asked the butler to send lunch to his room. He reminded to have two servings. It was about time to announce C.C.'s presence inside the manor, for until now she remained unknown to his servants. What would he introduce her as? A concubine? Was that term still...applicable in this time?
Lelouch entered his room, the soft breeze from the opened window washed his face. He could not recall leaving it open earlier this morning. It must be C.C.'s doing. His maids and butler would not dare to alter how he arranged his room, unless requested, of course.
Lelouch shed the layers of his clothing. He ended up in a simple loose shirt and pants. His boots, coat, tie and sword were all left on the floor as he slumped himself face down on the bed. His cheeks were still warm after his walk back to the manor. Thinking of the tales Suzaku just shared made his face warmer. Who was this inventor, anyway? He would consider learning the ways under his guidance.
A knock rapped on his door and the butler barged in. The middle-aged man left his food on the table next to the window. The butler left once his business was done. Alone, Lelouch just stared at the food. He was not really in the mood to eat lunch right now. The purpose of asking them to deliver it in his room was because of C.C. He thought she would be here waiting for him.
Oh, C.C. Lelouch closed his eyes and reimagined the first night he spent with her. He never thought he had the heart to do that. Lelouch could feel her soft skin on his palms. Her plump bosoms filled his entire hands. Never in a thousand years did he imagine of sucking a woman's breasts! He thought only infants do that when they drink milk from their mothers. While C.C. wasn't a mother and she didn't have milk, she tasted delicious to him. She was fragrant like flowers and perfumes. It was her alluring beauty that drove him out of his sanity that evening. Her skin so raw and real against his tongue, when would be the soonest time to feel it again?
Lelouch groaned as he replayed in his mind what happened that evening. Her mewling and moaning resonated in his mind. The mere recall of that amatory night made his hand travel down to pay attention to his desires pent up in his pants.
A husky groan escaped Lelouch's throat as he buried his face on the bed. He had his hand over the bulk in between his thighs, but yes, he was just gripping the thing and wishing it would go away. Wanting to deny this, he groaned louder pressing the source of discomfort against the bed. Suddenly, he felt a part of the bed sunk.
Lelouch tilted his head and met a pair of amber eyes. The lady she was imagining came to reality and was lying next to him. She gave him a blank stare, fluttering her long lashes in a very slow manner-actually, in a lethargic way. This alarmed the young man, her presence made him jump to the farthest reach of the bed.
"This is the first time we look each other in the eyes," C.C. said, ignoring the thing in his pants. Well, this was the first time after that evening. "Are you thinking of-"
"I'm not!" he yelled. Did she see him touching…? Being caught red-handed mortified him. He was lying on his stomach so she did not, did she? Why did she have to come in such an inconvenient time? In the first place, why did he have to think of her, of them, that night? Human body would ever react this way! Damn hormones and imagination.
"What are you hollering for?" C.C. sat and pointed to the lunch next to the window. She meant that as a rhetorical question. "Are you thinking of eating that? Can I have my share?" She blinked at him again, waiting for a response. The food must be cold now. She left the window open, so the wind could circulate in the room. Seeing the food left there untouched, she felt bad. As a gypsy woman, she knew how hard it was to find something to eat. C.C. watched him to nod, lips parted but no words were spoken.
Later that afternoon, Lelouch found himself sitting under the tree with Suzaku once again. The afternoon was calm, and the sun was not as harsh as it was a few hours ago. The two gentlemen sat in silence, letting the cool air wash upon their faces.
"Why am I summoned here, Lelouch? I am not used to this attention you are giving me." Suzaku unsheathed his sword, his eyes looking at it with disappointed. He was amid a sparring with the son of the eastern governor general. The victory was a stone's throw away when a messenger announced that Suzaku's presence was needed by the young ruler urgently.
"I am in need of a friend. It is rightful for you to take heed." Lelouch sighed. His cheeks were dusted pink. Since Suzaku did not know any better, he thought Lelouch was a tad drunk. "The lady walked in on me while I was amid my suffering?"
Suzaku batted his eyes, a sign of his humongous ignorance. If his ignorance about this topic were to take materialize, it would be a huge monster that would chew Suzaku whole. He was always lacking common sense.
"Oblivious, aren't we?" mumbled Lelouch, scratching the back of his neck. "What do you think makes man suffer?"
"Hm, war?"
"Goodness gracious, get a hint!" Lelouch loosened the ascot on his neck and threw it to Suzaku's face. "I am talking the conversation earlier! Connect the dots, you imbecile."
"You are talking about - ah, all right. I am all ears," he caught Lelouch's ascot and straightened it. "Whatever suffering you are talking about, anyway?"
"What else!" This was unnerving already. "Do I have to spell everything to you? I was thinking of the other night and got aroused. I was despising the hardness I could not relieve when she suddenly laid next to me. Can you imagine how surprised I was? Silly me, of course you do not. Have you had a lady before? Anyway, she asked if she could eat her lunch. I think she was pretending that she had not heard me groaning while I had my hand on my, on my-!"
"Well, I can imagine how red your face was when that happened," commented Suzaku with a droll expression. This was no news. Lelouch was too much of a virgin. "Thank me later since I am telling this as a good friend. Your face is still red, actually."
Lelouch snapped, his head turned to Suzaku in an instant. His friend was putting him in too much disgrace, he wondered if he could stand it any longer. "You have the audacity to speak to me like that when you can't even understand that an aroused...an aroused man is a man in great suffering!"
"Ah, is that so…" Suzaku smiled and tugged on Lelouch's ascot, stretching it to he could show his flexing muscles. "How about you just hump on your woman and get over it? You keep on complaining! You are simply timid!" The soldier threw the ascot back to him, annoyed with Lelouch's whining. Was he not lucky enough that he had a beautiful woman in his room, waiting for him every night?
"I already did!" Lelouch yelled, brows furrowed. "It was humiliating! It was mortifying! I felt like I… I defiled her. She was too beautiful it felt like sin!"
"You what?"
Lelouch and Suzaku stared at each other, both their faces and ears were red.
"Come again, Lelouch? You what?" Truth be told, Suzaku wanted to cry in disbelief. Just how lucky Lelouch could get.
She had her watchful eyes on him as he dressed himself after bath. Hiding inside one of his huge closets, she remained quiet and unnoticed. This was bad. The half-incredible and half-upsetting previous night kept on playing in her head. It did not help that her younger brother's voice, innocent and meek it may seem, was ringing the words "do you best, sister!", too.
C.C. kicked the door open, surprising the young ruler who was half-dressed again. She would do her duty as a slave, just like everyone else inside the mansion. Jeremiah's face was the last thing she wanted to see, and he showed up just before the twilight while Lelouch was out of the manor. His words were remarkable. The old man reminded her to let Lelouch take her maidenhead. Afterwards, he passed a letter written by her younger brother. Whatever Jeremiah told him, he was under the impression that C.C. was a maid.
"Good evening, Mister." C.C. greeted, cold eyes boring holes to his lean, toothsome back. She would do it again, no? About to sleep with a stranger? "Why don't we get down to business?"
His eyes widened in horror. The lady smiled. Lelouch knew it was not sincere at all, but he could see that she was determined to do it. Whatever she was supposed to do. C.C. hopped out of the closet. She was wearing nothing but a satin camisole dress that fell a few inches above her knees. Did she bring clothes when Jeremiah brought her in thr manor?
His face flared up again, thoughts running wild with endless possibilities they could do tonight. "You are way too bold again," he smiled, trying to turn down her unsexy invitation. Her body might turn him on, but that entrance? No. No, he was a hypocrite. He wanted her on his bed. Now.
"Oh, if my memory doesn't wrong me, you are the bolder person here." She smirked, facing him. His skin was pale under the moonlight, cool under her touch. Her hands wandered across his chest, and soon fingers drawing circles on his jaws. "You are ferocious the other night," and you are selfish, you bloke, "but under the broad daylight, you are timid as a lady. Towards me, at least."
Lelouch was holding back the urge to pick her up and devour her. He wanted to sort his mind into it. "Once again, I will ask why you are quite lax about being slaved. This is news to me. People ever liked to break away from controlling hands."
She sighed, standing dangerously closer to him. He could see the top of her plump chest. Rationality was slowly taken away from him. Lust had him wrapped around its invisible finger.
"Didn't I say this is better than my tribe being burned?" His persistent questioning made her cross. C.C. was not lying at all. "Jeremiah went here a few hours ago and asked me to do you well. Is the council or whatever you call that a meeting about your virginity? He could not say another thing but you and I on your bed."
He smirked, enjoying how she played with the hair on his nape. "Tell me more about yourself," he whispered to her ear, his arms circling around her tiny hips. Lelouch would do what Suzaku told him earlier, that women needed to be pleasured too. His lips brushed on her ears, sliding it down to her jaws. With his fingers, he tilted her head towards him by the chin, the tips of their noses touching. Dark, amethyst eyes met her round, amber ones. In a jiffy, Lelouch captured her lips. "Tell me stories about your life, C.C."
A smirk surfaced on her lips. She hated talking about personal baggage. She huffed and pulled him with her. When the back of her legs hit the bed, she guided him down with her. "If I do not spill a word about myself, what will you do?" she coaxed. Lelouch was a tough man, not completely giving in with his carnal desires. He was obviously aroused but was not acting upon it. "I do not want you to capture my people and make them your slaves."
"Are you saying you are enough?" he planted his knees on both sides of her hips, trapping her underneath him. He darted his hands to her head and raked his fingers to her hair. Its smoothness was akin to her skin. C.C.'s eyes fluttered close when he touched her hair. She was surprised that this man was taking it slow. However, his gentleness was sweeping her to his flow.
She whispered her assent and reached for his hair, too. Lelouch claimed her lips, doing the same clumsy kisses they shared the other night. His feisty lips worked on her; her teeth tugged on his flesh. It was his tongue which dominated her, all as if to say that she should submit herself to him.
C.C. was already lying on the bed when their lips parted. When did he push her down, Lelouch could not remember. Her long green hair sprawled on the white sheets like thin cobwebs glistening under the moonlight. Lelouch watched as her chest rose and fell, drawing deep breaths as though kissing him prohibited her from breathing. Her lips were swollen and wet, and he knew he made them that way. His mind was blank. He simply wanted to pluck this flower from its stem.
He reached for the thin straps of her dress and slid it down her smooth shoulders. A small smirk curved his lips as her healthy bosoms came into view. Her nipples were pink against her unblemished snow white skin. He continued to drag the soft fabric down her equally soft skin. He left it pooling around her hips.
"Goodness gracious," he took his breath in, admiring the view. She reached up to cover her face. He thought there was nothing to be shy for, she was a truly a woman. "I am getting drunk at the sight of you, woman. I want to make you a beautiful mess at the end of the night."
He lowered his mouth to the hands covering her face. He kissed her palms before prying them apart. When Lelouch had a glance of her face, he only sighed in relief. He was glad that he was not actually alone in getting nervous and bashful about this. His lips met hers, that being his favourite part of her body. He peppered her jaw and neck with butterfly kisses until his teeth grazed her bosoms. Once again, he sucked on her while he did not leave the other one unattended.
C.C.'s face was flaring up hearing the slopping sound of his wet mouth on her breasts. She wondered if her mother felt the same when she sucked milk from her when she was an infant? Or was the feeling different when a gorgeous man was sucking on it instead? Her hips buckled, back arched. She wanted him to be there forever. Her arms flew and wrapped his head, holding him in place. She, too, was drunk with this sensation. Lelouch fondled, kissed, licked and bit her. If this continued, it would be her end.
There was a knot building in her stomach. She was aching somewhere far, somewhere she was not sure she could show him tonight. Her right thigh was touching his erection, and she felt him biting harder whenever she would accidentally brush past his genitalia. Though his bites were painful, that sent waves of pleasures in her. Without further ado, she kneed him on purpose, breaking his trance from preying on her breasts. She was panting. It felt like a truce when he released her from his mouth.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, his voice dark and velvety. "I am trying hard to restrain myself from humping on you."
"Why are you so modest when you have ravaged my bosoms?" she smiled, propping herself up. "Something else needs attention, don't you see?"
The tables turned. Lelouch was at the bottom and C.C. was on the top. She was sitting on his stomach, her palms planted on his chest. Whether she was underneath him or above him, she was enticing either way. His eyes darkened even more after seeing how her full breasts shone on the dim light, and they were glistening because he wet them with his mouth. She slid away from him until her bottom touched his erection. Lelouch felt how damp her underwear was, no mistake with that.
Her face blushed hard. She knew. It felt like she was having a fever. She never touched nor saw a man's...shaft. The closest contact she had was when he dry humped on her the other night. Given her lack of knowledge about this, would she really take initiative here?
"Are you scared?" There was sincerity in his voice, but she retorted with pride.
"Scared? There is nothing I am scared of." She stilled atop him, uncertainty clouding her mind. "Hah, if I will fail tonight, my tribe will suffer."
Lelouch rose and sat. He pulled her to sit on his lap, her bare back on his chest. Both of their bodies were warm and needy. They knew. He was poking on her bottom, after all.
"I was serious when I asked you to tell something about yourself," he pressed his lips on her shoulder. "I will ask Jeremiah to stop threatening you. At least I want this to be consensual."
"This," she gestured to them, "is consensual." She twisted and broke her logic and morale there, but it was for the common good.
"Isn't it proper to know who you are sleeping with?" he asked, a hand sliding down her stomach. Arching her hips and grabbing his neck, he knew what she wanted.
"Aren't we a couple of nights too late for introductions?" She sounded out of breath and that encouraged him to own her body.
His fingers dived under her the last piece of clothing she had on. For the first time in his twenty years of virginity, he touched a woman's cavern. She was smooth, warm and dripping down there. She moaned at his touch. He fumbled here and there, unsure where his fingers should wander. A few seconds later, Lelouch panicked. Suzaku told him to touch a woman there, but...where exactly?
"Ugh, can we stop here?" he asked, pulling his hand out of her underwear. That was the dumbest question he asked. Ever.
"What?" There was annoyance in her voice, but she cleared her throat after realizing what she just did. "I mean, what do you mean?"
He laughed. "I don't know what we are supposed to do from here." He could feel himself retreating down there, and seeing her blank eyes boring holes to his soul, Lelouch knew that he upset this beauty. "I apologize."
C.C. looked at him with a droll expression, wondering where that "I want to make you a beautiful mess tonight" had gone to. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead, though.
"You are truly beautiful. If you will not mind, let us set aside that we have this kind of pleasurable evenings and get to know each other first." The young ruler, intelligent and merciless, was never seen smiling this friendly to anyone before. However, he was flashing one to her right now. He kissed her on the lips and asked if she could spare the kisses.
C.C. just stared at him with disbelief and disinterest. She was a virgin, but she would not like to associate herself to his kind. This aristocrat could not read the atmosphere at all.
The next day Lelouch received an earful from Suzaku, lecturing Lelouch how he let down his woman. The soldier went in circles, rubbing the fact that the young ruler, bright and promising as he was, knew nothing about the pleasures of a woman.
a/n. thank you so much readers! yes, i'm true to my words. I don't know how to write that yet so expect C.C.'s frustrations to pile up.