C.C. frowned at the idea Jeremiah suggested. The teacup clattered as she put it down on the saucer. Her grimace worsened when the cool wind blew on her face, brows wrinkling after some leaf blades flew to her eyes. Not so long ago, the old man saw her wandering around the manor and he decided to talk with her for a while. He was the last person she wanted to see, mainly because all his ideas were stupid and for the sake of getting Lelouch laid. While that was her inevitable fate, certainly, hearing it from Jeremiah made it sound unappealing and loathsome. She took another sip on her tea.

Not that she hated the young conqueror at all. She simply hated how this old uncle was forcing Lelouch to sleep with a woman. On one hand, there was no denying that Lelouch owns a comely face which lured her so much. His face displayed too much pulchritude that would make any other woman sorry for herself. Perhaps, what C.C. liked about him the best was his eyes - those purple gems that looked inky as the midnight sky in lowlights. Those were the eyes C.C. didn't mind staring at her body. Attractive, in a nutshell. C.C. choked on her tea at the thought of Lelouch watching her get naked.

"It seems that you are not all ears to me," Jeremiah remarked, closing the gap between his lips and teacup elegantly. He has been talking about Lelouch and the dark circles on his eyes, but the lady seemed inattentive. "Pray tell me what you are thinking of?" he smiled.

Like hell she would. C.C. glared at him as she brought her teacup down. This old man needed not to know that somehow, just somehow, her mind was flashing weird fantasies between her and the young conqueror. Undoubtedly, Lelouch was a very attractive man with a cute personality inside his bedroom. While the young, handsome man wasn't all cute, his awkwardness and inability to read the mood turned her off. Twice already.

Bored, she looked away from the old man's face and eyed the flowers she picked out earlier. They were lovely, the wild daisies she got outside the yarn. Climbing over the one-metre brick wall was worth it. The more she stare at the flowers, the more she question why is she spending her morning with this perverted old man. Since ignoring Jeremiah wouldn't do her any good, she gazed back at him.

"Well," she began, slowly looking back at him. "I am puzzled why you are so determined with this."

No answer was spoken instantaneously. The murmuring wind blew softly, toying with their forelocks. Jeremiah was so composed, annoyingly composed.

The sly smile Jeremiah had was something C.C. disliked. "Well, what is 'this' you're talking about?"

"What else?" she cocked a brow. The teacup was back in her fingers. "My days in this manor taught me to be less vulgar." Mainly because vulgarity would make the young aristocrat embarrassed and that he preferred if she would talk lesser that way. C.C. didn't mind, so today was the first day of her practice.

"What's vulgar with making love?"

"Getting laid, you mean? Those two are different things." C.C. corrected, believing that this general has some twisted morals. Unless sleeping with slaves is considered a norm. She was from the mountain ranges, so she wasn't affirmative with it. "You are so worked up with Lelouch's virginity. If I were you, I'd leave him be."

There was a snort from the other party. Maybe it's his way of making fun of her...or not, she couldn't tell. Aristocrats don't take advices from people of lower status, she supposed. Seeing how this cunning old man tricked her into this, she couldn't argue any further. C.C. watched him to stop his laughing. He tried to drown his laughter with a sip of tea, but the loud clattering of his chinaware showed his failed attempt. What's so funny?

"That is rude," she leaned on the backrest of the chair, eyes squinted as a sign of disgust. "I'm simply inquiring about the truth."

"No," he answered firmly, eyes drilling holes to her. She forgot that he was a frightening man and that he could burn her tribe. "You are telling me what to do, which I won't do anyway."

She rolled her eyes, knowing how it'd go. What's the sense of this talk in the first place? Instead of whacking her brain to decipher the answer, she pushed her seat and picked up the wildflowers below. Since she was deemed uncouth by these people from the lowland (aka how upland people are stereotyped), she turned her back and left the general. While she was walking away with overwhelming calmness, she decided to ignore Jeremiah's yell. He was telling something about a gift he left for her in Lelouch's room. It wouldn't take a genius to know what gimmick this fox is up to. Even if she wanted to sit and chat a little bit longer, she left. Perhaps she could ask Lelouch to help her know some news about her tribe and her younger brother's whereabouts.

The lady continued to walk away, her long hair caught in a single braid swaying behind her. The shoes maids were required to wear hurt her feet, but what hurt her more was the threat Jeremiah yelled. Either she sleep with Lelouch this week or Jeremiah would burn her tribe.

C.C. took many diversions on her way back to Lelouch's room. The manor where he lived in was too spacious even when filled with servants and war generals during special occasions. The lack of guests today made the unvisited hallways more desolate, abandoned. The lady wondered if the young conqueror spent his childhood here, playing within the walls which cradled deafening silence. If he did, C.C. thought it must be lonely.

Today, she was dressed with 'the usual', camouflaging as one of the hundred servants in this manor. Though there were plenty of maids and butlers, most corridors remained unvisited and untouched. Going through the empty hallways saved her from interacting with other people. Sometimes she would imagine how the maidservants and butlers would react if Lelouch were to announce her as his personal slave. It'd be highly probable that they would look down at her since "personal slave" doesn't have a nice ring to it. It sounded like a pleasure slave, too. Well, the later one was closed to reality.

The thought that people would feel disgusted with her alarmed her. Her arms tightened around the flowers. She knew what it felt to be humiliated. As a gypsy highlander who knew nothing of lowlanders' refined culture, she had enough. That one time when she and her brother tried to buy an apple from a stall - reminded her that even the lowest lowlander would treat them like dust. She smirked at the memory. There was a reason why she'd rather be an uncouth highlander than become a couth lowlander. However, she couldn't escape now.

"Milady, you seem to be in trance," a blond man said. He was sitting at one of the couches in the receiving area. There was a coffee table in front him, with a teacup and a slice of gateau. His clothes and posture gave away who he is.

C.C. immediately curtsied. Seeing an aristocrat in this part of manor caught her off guard. As she lowered herself to pay respect, she started weaving out a plan to get away from him. When she looked up, the pretty man was standing in front her. He has vivid blue eyes that stood out against his sunkissed skin, sandy hair cut in short layers. There was a big grin stretching the corner of his lips. He looked comely and amiable.

"Good day, miss. I am Gino Weinberg of -"

"Good day, Sir Weinberg." C.C. interrupted, her droll face taking over. There was no need to know wherever he came from, he's an aristocrat. He might be a guest wanting to be served, but she wouldn't risk her identity getting leaked if she were to entertain this ball of sunshine. "If you are looking for Sir vi Britannia, he won't be back until noon. I suggest to wait at the lower ground since he always comes in by the main door."

His eyes looked elsewhere as he chuckled. It wasn't so long, but his eyes were back on her again. The laughter was lighthearted and awkward; it was a boyish, shy laughter. Somehow, his sparkling eyes felt uncomfortable. She tried to meet his gaze, but if she held his stare longer she'd strain her neck. Too tall.

"I did not come here for Lelouch," his voice was calm and friendly, melting the invisible line between a master and a servant. There was a tiny smile tugging the corner of his lips. If one wouldn't look closely, they'd miss it. "You may find this odd and scary but I actually went here to meet you."

She stirred. With a brow raised, she asked him, "for what purpose, sir?" C.C. made sure to avoid human interaction for the past days. Hence, she could not recall a memory meeting this blond before. Even during the meeting a week ago, she made her way safely unnoticed here and there. "Have I done something you disliked...sir?"

Again, sparkling eyes and bright smile. This was getting stranger. "No, not exactly." He reached up and scratched his head. It looked as if he was…embarrassed. The faint flush dusting his cheeks was making him suspicious. "In reality, you simply caught my eyes. I came here with the intent of courting you."

The wild daisies dropped on the ground, petals scattering into a pool on her feet. The small petals looked nice when they were connected to the stalk, but as they lay petal by petal on the floor, they looked more beautiful… and romantic. C.C.'s chest tightened for some reason unknown to her.

She gaped at him in awe. Never in her life did she get a confession from her tribemates, but this lowlander...and an aristocrat at that, was expressing his admiration to her. Men told she was crude and snobbish, sometimes she was deemed rougher than a guy. However, she was behaving that way because securing her brother was her duty. On one hand, Sir Weinberg was missing that side of her. She was obviously uncultured, so what drew him to her?

His sparkling blue eyes were a little anxious watching her reaction. She didn't know why, but her face felt warm. Also, she had no clue but the way he smiles and fidgets in front her revealed that she wasn't the only one feeling awkward here.

Stooping her head, she murmured something unintelligible before running away from the blond. C.C. took all other diversions to lose the guy on her trail. The faces of the unknown dead people hanging on the wall witnessed the embarrassed lady fleeing from her lover.

When Lelouch went back later noon, C.C.'s maid uniform was thrown across his room. Of course he hated his place looking so disarrayed. So, he went to pick up the clothes and scold her for being so untidy. As he talked her ear off, the lady kept her gaze outside the window. Seeing her by the window with a long face, he lost his concentration. The noon sun made her glow and glum. She was dressed in white chemise and breech, legs folded up against her chest. Her skin blushed here and there, especially her ears and cheeks. Somehow, the lady looked lovelier today. Abashed, actually.

"What's the matter," it wasn't a question. He was commanding her to spill what's wrong. "You look glum."

That's not entirely specific, he thought. Nevertheless he waited for her to respond.

"You think so?" she looked at him, face leaning against the window. Some strands of her hair fell smoothly on her face. "An aristocrat talked to me this morning."

"Jeremiah?" Lelouch asked, sitting on the chair opposite hers. He stood a little and reached to tuck the hair behind her ear. Fingers brushing against her face, he felt her face's warmth.

She winced, eyes back on the scenery outside. "Sir Gino Weinberg, do you know him? He asked if he could court me."

There was a long pause. All they could hear was the rustling of the trees from outside. Blue skies against green lands, the lovely white clouds were running in between. Why did a simple confession from an aristocrat make her a bit distracted? Has no one ever confessed to her before? With her beauty, that was highly improbable, thought Lelouch. He couldn't explain her mood today.

"What did you say?" He was smiling. "If you want to be with him, I will let you go."

She looked back at him, staring at his deep purple eyes. He was a beautiful man with a kind heart. He might be a wise leader, but he was naive. This man hadn't realized yet that he has high sexual drive. She fixed her eyes on his face, his oh-so-beautiful-face, and thanked God she was given as a slave to this young man. She smiled, nodding. She didn't mean to say she wanted to go or what. Nodding seemed to be the first thing she thought she could do. C.C. heard him chuckle softly, and the next thing was that his hand was ruffling her hair. Was it better if she tell him that the man was someone she just met?

"The old man left a gift for you, Lelouch. I put it on your bedside table. He suggests to try it out later evening."

He said something like 'it sounded suspicious,' but dropped the issue at once. Lelouch just wanted to eat his lunch. He invited her to eat, gesturing to the wider table where the food was already waiting. His smile widened seeing how a confession distracted C.C. so much that she actually ignored food.

His hand dropped on her hip gently as he escorted her to the table. Somehow, the idea that someone would woo her and sooner, would take her to bed and continue what he left undone didn't feel right.

The two of them quietly consumed their lunch together. He was sneaking glances as she munched on her meal. She was a lot more occupied than he expected, that his "glares" remained unnoticed by C.C. Sometimes the pasta or lettuce would fall off her fork, and it would take her half a minute before she would notice that it was the girl she was munching. This continued for the entire half an hour, surprisingly. Who would take so much time like this just to finish their meal?

It was puzzling him, her behavior. She was in a daze, trapped in a world of daydreams he knew not. As seconds passed by, it irked him that she was not paying him any attention. Most of the times she would react if she felt his gaze on her, but today she was not herself. Eyes blank, cheeks flushed and unintentional sighs… they were all annoying.

"Do you want to ask for your freedom now?" he asked in a harsher manner. His question brought her eyes on him, finally leaving her half empty plate. They were so innocent, the way she looked at him with those amber eyes. When she asked 'what?', he was more annoyed.

He felt himself smirking, "I'm asking if you want your freedom now." She only blinked her eyes at him. It was his turn to sigh. "You seem occupied with Weinberg's proposal. Honestly, I don't mind granting your freedom. You shouldn't worry about your tribe, I'll keep them safe from Jeremiah."

C.C. sighed, glancing away. Honestly speaking, she wasn't sure why she was spacing out. Perhaps the fact that an aristocrat was interested with her surprised her that much.

"I wonder if I simply look sultry that a man I just met blurted out his intentions to court me," C.C. sighed, shoulders sagging. Her eyes fixated on the ceiling, watching the dust float through the air. "Men like voluptuous women. Even when clad with a maid's uniform that shows nothing but the face and ankle, they'd see us like a piece of meat."

C.C. brought her gaze back to Lelouch when she heard his low chuckle. Even his laughter sounded perfect. The way he looked at her was different; his eyelids were lowered so sinfully. His smirk didn't help decreasing his appeal.

"I can't exactly blame them," he started to loosen his cuffs, pulling his bolo to free his neck from the suffocating shirt. The bolo, the piece of metal bearing his standing in this country - his family crest - was quietly placed beside his plate while some strings wrapped it.

He spoke again, standing from his seat. "Let me remind you that sultry and enticing are two different things. You surely aren't the first one, fair lady."

She was simply watching him and yet her body felt like it was on fire under his stare. The next thing she knew is that she was dragged to the bed, his lips on hers. While she expected him to be brash and aggressive, he was surprisingly gentle. His kiss was light, as if he was kissing a linen shirt. It smooth, almost ticklish, and comfortable. Slowly, she felt herself getting swept into his pace that her fingers helped him undo the buttons of his dress shirt. His hands freely roamed her body, pulling the sleeves off her shoulders and arms. His lips and tongue found her neck, skin under her ears, her collarbone. Here and there he sucked, leaving reddish bruises that marked her his.

As if it was not enough claim, he dove to her bosom, licking the streaks of sweat that fell between her mounds. Mouth capturing her plump breasts, she moaned. She could feel the pleasure building knots as he nibbled on her bosom, his other finger teasing the other mound. C.C. liked his warm mouth closing around her like an infant, such intimacy was always driving her to heights - whenever this would happen. She couldn't remember exactly, but this is like the third time they have aalmost done it.

"Is this fine?" he asked, voice ever so sensuous when he's aroused. "You've been thinking of another man and yet you're here," smirking, "enjoying my company."

Her soft hands pulled his face away from her bosom, teeth biting his lips softly. "You are kinder than what I expect you to be," she sighed before continuing the kiss. "Man up and take me, you pervert. You're all talk and no do."

Well, that was something she didn't expect to say. It was too bold, too shameless, too un-C.C., for the lack of better term. Anyhow, she continued exchanging sloppy kisses with him. She noticed that Lelouch tasted like their lunch, like lettuce and salad and pasta… he was simply appetizing. Somehow, she found the cavern of his mouth more delicious than the meal itself.

Lelouch tried to deepen their kiss, if possible, as if he was trying to gobble her whole face, as though he was sucking all air both of them could breathe in. The idea that she was thinking of another man irked him, he didn't understand why, so here he was… trying to convince himself that she was his. While he was aggressively returning her kisses, his hands busied themselves fondling his favorite things. They were soft and yet stiff under his palms, that every pinch and gentle pull on them would make the lass arch her back. The sounds she was making was arousing the beast in him, making him lose his sanity.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Forehead to forehead, he stared at her darkened amber eyes knowing that she wanted this, too. Was it shameless for them to engange in a sexual activity in the middle of the day? Would have it been better if they did this later, when the sun's out? Gazing at her flushed face made him dismiss all these questions. What he needed to do was to satiate their thirst, no buts.

Diving for one more kiss, not a passionate one, her hot breath told him to continue. Lelouch climbed off her to remove his pants. This time he was on his breeches but the small piece of clothing did not hide the fact that he wanted her here and now. He saw surprise written all over her face, perhaps it was too shocking to do this in broad daylight. Nevertheless, he wouldn't cower. It would be painful an awful lot if he shies away this time.

Lelouch didn't hesitate climbing to her, his manly staff touching her flat stomach. He intentionally moved a little to let the thing rub against her, eliciting a moan from C.C. He knew she felt it, how excited he was, and it was all because of her.

"Goodness," her breath hitched, eyes avoiding the man pinning her down. It was different from the last time. Was it because she could clearly see everything? Why the heck it felt so warm? It was driving her insane.

"Are you scared?" his voice was teasing. Her hand was snatched away from covering her face and was forced to grip his genitalia. C.C. tried to pull her hand back, but this time she touched his bare and raw...manly shaft. It earned a growl from Lelouch. "Move your hand," he sounded and looked pained.

C.C. gulped, unsure if she could really do this. Her face was burning hot, being the first time that she has ever touched an adult man's thing. However, as she looked at his wrinkled face, prolonging this would make him suffer even more. Her tribe taught them to remain compassionate, so she might as well finish this for his sake. With a tiny bit of courage, she wrapped her fingers on him and moved her hand. Much to her surprise, Lelouch was thrusting his hips along her hand movements.

"Hold up, this is so new to me… I-" she was cut off by his kiss. His hand helped her to satisfy him, and after a few more stroke, quick and tight strokes, she felt him release a warm, sticky liquid on her hand.

Lelouch's face was beet red as he removed her hand from him. Perhaps she was thinking bad of him now, but what did he care? He was too blinded by his desire that he ended up pulling her breech down, removing the last piece of clothing she had. She was glistening down there, he noticed.

C.C. was squeezing her legs together, still unused to a man looking at her naked body. Even if she is a slave, she still knew what is shame. She very well knew how to get embarrassed despite her brazen attitude.

When his big hands parted her legs, he ended up saying, "You're so beautiful. Why hide all of you?" Lelouch was staring at her face, watching her face flush even redder. She had no idea how lovely she looked right now, thought he. Lelouch wondered if Weinberg had seen the same reaction when he confessed to her? Simply thinking of the possibility annoyed him.

Without further ado, he dipped his head between her legs, his warm tongue licking her mouth down there. These were juices of strange scent and taste, but his body liked it as is. No matter how indecent it seemed, he was liking how she tasted there. His action sent panic to her entire body, feeling a sudden strange sensation she never felt before.

"Hey!" she propped up her shoulders and closed her legs while his face was there. "Stop it, that's unhygenic-ah!"

She sat, grabbing and pushing his head to her womanhood. This wasn't the right time to stop him, she just knew it. The beautiful man continued playing with his tongue, capturing her entire entrance with his mouth. C.C. wanted to cry in embarrassment and pleasure, but when his fingers tugged a certain part of her womanhood… and his tongue entered her, her mind went blank.

Suzaku frowned at the faces staring at him. Their mouths were opened agape as if they were carnivorous plants waiting for a prey. After he showed up in the meeting room to represent Lelouch, these old generals went blank with his announcement.

Clearing his throat, Suzaku repeated the message to the gray hairs. "Sir Lelouch will not be able to attend our gathering this afternoon. Apparently, he is not feeling well after the recent tactical planning we had."

The old generals started whispering in the room, murmuring what they guessed as the plausible reason why Lelouch was absent for the first time. To shun possible tall tales, Suzaku spoke a reminder.

"Do not think of any other matter. The young general is a man, too, and he needs rest like we do. Must a tall tale start circulating the town and the council, the young Sir promises to have the liable person convicted and tried due to libel."

Silence followed after Suzaku as he left the room, walking straight to the gardens where he would often meet the young conqueror.

The afternoon was quiet if one would not consider chirping of birds and gushing of the wind as noises. The raven-haired youth was there, perched on one of the sturdy branches, dressed in a loose lenin shirt and black trousers. His cheeks and ears were mysteriously red, a small smile tugging the corners of his lips up. The wind blew softly against his pondering state and as he stared at the distance, Suzaku's presence was unnoticed.

The young soldier looked up at his friend, raising an eyebrow. He had no idea why he was summoned here once more, but perhaps it would be a talk about the woman who captured Lelouch's attention.

Suzaku cleared his throat. "Good afternoon, Lelouch. I wonder why you are blushing like an abashed lady."

Lelouch gazed down at his friend, flashing him a smile. This, however, made Suzaku look more puzzled. "There is a leap in terms of our progress," said he.

"What do you mean?" curious, Suzaku climbed up to the opposite branch and stared at the scenery Lelouch was staring at. There was nothing much but the green hills and the small town below it and the blury grey mountains from the north.

"I'm talking about the lady," Lelouch shifted so he could talk to Suzaku face to face. "Things escalated unexpectedly, you see. However, I think it is a good progress."

"Pardon? Can you speak less ambiguous?" Suzaku asked, still puzzled with what Lelouch was talking about. Lelouch flashed him a grin and wordlessly mouthed what did he and the lady do earlier this noon.

Lelouch watched Suzaku to blush, his facial expressions began to warp. The soldier's face was redder than his, but no redder than C.C.'s face. As the soldier try to absorb what the conqueror just revealed, he lost his balance and slipped off the branch. There was a loud thud, but he was unhurt. Like a cat, he landed on four nevertheless.

"What? You did it? W-wha-what happened? You're lucky she didn't get mad?!" Suzaku yelled as he stood, now giving brutal kicks to the tree trunk so Lelouch would jump down.

"Believe me, we both enjoyed ourselves."

Suzaku's eyes widened. "Does it mean...you p-p-put that in hers? I-I-"

In all of a sudden, Lelouch lost the smile plastered on his face. He was not glad that his friend was impolitely pointing at his crotch. "No," he said flatly. "But my tongue did."

"Mierda," mumbled the soldier. "Wh-what!?" Suzaku's face, down to his neck, was red in embarrassment. His kicks were beginning to shake the tree. How indecent - how lucky! - how indecent! were the words echoing in his mind.

"Get down here, you shameless pervert! What did you say?" Suzaku continued kicking the tree, some leaves began to fall.

"My thing did not get into her, but it was my tongue. She fainted after she reached her peak, so I just watched her sleep peacefully." Frowning, he continued, "I don't understand but you seem mad. Didn't you advise me to-" Lelouch fell off, landing on the ground painfully. Suzaku grabbed him by the neck and dragged him away from that tree.

They needed to talk…

Suzaku must know what exactly happened and how it happened. He needed to know how the virginal Lelouch was able to carryout such bold task after all. The last time he talked with Lelouch, the young conqueror left the girl hanging.

a/n. Damn. I'm alive, people. Just busy with work. Why the fuck am I writing about two aroused virgins, eh? okay. Not proofread. The entire work apologizes for having an author like me.