It was early. Way too early still, he felt. Light barely trickled in and the room was somewhat warm, but he was already awake. He'd been shifting all night and, judging by the frequent middle-of-the-night movements next to him, so had she.

Right now was rather nice, though. He was enjoying the feeling of fingers trailing gently along his chest, down his stomach, or sweeping over his nipples was a very pleasant, albeit exciting, thing to wake up to. Very slowly, he opened one eye, then the other, peeking at the sleepy looking, fluffy haired girl next to him.

Serena seemed pretty focused on his skin as he reached up to brush her hair away from her face, which made her jump a little, swatting at his hand near her ear.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I was just kinda staring off into space," she said, pushing her hair back behind her ear herself.

Lysandre smiled at her, running his hand over her bare shoulders while looking over her. She hadn't gotten dressed after the night's exploration, so it was her bare skin down to her underwear. "This is a nice surprise to wake up to. No need to apologize," he told her. It's not as if he wasn't already excited just by waking up or feeling her touching his skin, the sight of her was arousing by itself. Serena blushed, leaning back slightly and allowing her hair to fall over her face in embarrassment.

Lysandre ran his fingers up her stomach, straight over her nipples to tease her. All of this teasing and yet he told her he wouldn't do anything, it was difficult to hold back taking control of her. She leaned over him, kissing him gently several times very slowly before stopping to gaze at him. He tried to keep a steady breath as he looked up at her in the dim dawn light, whispering "Serena, tu es parfait… You are… perfect."

She looked a little puzzled but smiled at him, moving to caress his face. She sat the same hand down onto the bed next to his head after a moment, leveraging herself up over Lysandre to straddle him, surprising him as she made the sudden movement. "Aah, what are you doing, ma fleur?" he asked in confusion.

Serena didn't answer, only leaned over to kiss him again, pressing her hips against his. He hummed as he drank in the affection, but reached to place a hand against her side, shortly before he felt her pressing against his erectness. As it rubbed against their only remaining clothing, his hum turned to a soft, breathy moan. The hand on her side slid down to her hip, squeezing it gently.

Kissing him again and again before climbing back off of him, she started removing her underwear and stockings as he watched, before she moved to slide his boxers down his hips. More sternly, he asked, "Serena, wait. Are you sure?"

Serena stopped for a moment after removing his clothing and dropping it on the floor. She sat on her knees, arms crossed, and looked at him before speaking carefully, "Yes… I want this... I want you."

Lysandre wasn't going to argue, but went to sit up on his knees as well, reaching to wrap an arm around her to bring her naked body against his in an embrace, his lips pressing fervently against hers as he held her tightly. When he retracted, he pressed his hand against her chest, carefully pushing her back to lay on the bed as he knelt over her, one knee set between her calves. He trailed his fingers down between her breasts, over her stomach, through the dark blonde hair on her pelvis before teasing her lips with the tips of his fingers.

Breathing in deeply, Serena shifted her legs as her body became tense in anticipation. He ran two fingers up and down her wet slit as she squirmed, grabbing his hand in wanting to try to goad him into moving. Lysandre kept his hand firm as he teased and stimulated the skin just below her clit with his fingers. It felt like a long minute passed of him doing this until he slid them down and pressed his fingers deep inside her, eliciting a tiny gasp.

He was all very slow and deliberate about the way he did this, firmly pressing his fingers up on her insides as she lay still, tense, but moaning occasionally as he ran over more sensitive spots inside her. With each small moan came a squeeze around his fingers, which aroused him further, his own length throbbing each time he felt her get tighter. He began to pull his fingers out before pushing them back into her, moving faster and faster as he built her up.

Lysandre didn't want her to finish, so while he had brought her up to a point of pleasure he stopped before too long, removing his fingers from her and leaning over to kiss her neck to her lips. Serena whined when he stopped, which made him smile evilly, "C'est- is there something you want?" She nodded her head, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Is that so? Well, you will have to speak up. What do you want?" He questioned her, the obvious queries aimed to frustrate her and entertain him.

She started, "I…" Her eyes shifted to the side nervously. "I want you."

"What do you want about me?" Lysandre pushed her with these questions, knowing what he wanted to do, but to hear the words from her mouth was just as arousing.

Serena's hands slipped from around his shoulders, running down his chest to grasp around his erection, squeezing it gently in her hand. "I, ahh, I want you inside me."

A low rumble of laughter rose in his chest as he moved his hips forward, the tip of his hard length pressing against her hips as he teased her again. "You do? I want to be inside of you also…" He leaned down to kiss her neck and shoulders, his beard brushing against her skin as he nipped at her soft flesh. Serena hummed moans as he pushed her senses into overdrive with all of his contact.

Lysandre stopped kissing as he sat up, moving over to the side of the bed where he laid his pants to search them, pulling a small plastic square out of one of his pockets before turning back to her. Opening the condom wrapper, he pulled it over himself before dropping the wrapper on the floor, moving over to the shaky figure of Serena, her hands crossed on her chest as she watched him.

Serena held her arms out to him as he moved to place both of his knees between her legs, leaning down to kiss her passionately again before carefully lining his member up against her slippery lips, pressing the head slowly into her as her whole body tensed at the feeling, a moan escaping her mouth. He thrust the remainder into her, pressed snugly against her insides as he gazed at her, one hand reaching to stroke her hair before he began to steadily, rhythmically thrust in and out of her.

Serena's breasts bounced to the momentum of his thrusts as she took gasping breaths. She pulled her arms up to her chest to ease the bouncing as he continued, occasionally making a harder lunge that received a pleasured cry from her. Lysandre nestled his face in the crook of her neck, kissing her skin as he enjoyed the motions, his whole body tingling from the feeling of them rubbing against each other. Every now and then a low, rumbling moan would emanate from his throat between the shallow, unsteady breaths he took.

Carefully kissing up to her ear as he slowed, making deliberate, more forceful thrusts, he growled through his thick accent into her ear, "Dis mon nom… Aaah- Serena, say my name,"

Gasping with each thrust, Serena opened her mouth to form the syllables, but as she did instead she moaned louder. Her fingers grasped at her own chest, squeezing her nipples as she put effort to think of the name over her pleasure, sounding his name out, "Lys- Nnnnhh, Lysahnnnn- Aaah, Lysandre!"

Harder than before as she spoke his name, Lysandre's length throbbed as he threw his body into his movements, grinding his hips against hers as he felt the ribbed tautness of her insides. He opened his mouth to moan, resuming the softer but rapid thrusts. Realizing he was approaching a climax, his muscles exceedingly tense, he slowed to a stop, sitting up as he looked down at Serena.

She took deep breaths, trying to catch up as he loomed over her, looking at her flushed skin as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Her hair was a mess around her and Lysandre smiled, enjoying the view of her delicate body. One hand grasped at her hip as he trailed the other up her leg, his thumb pressing against the pearl of her clit, making circles around it as his hips swayed in subtle movements against her.

Letting go of her breast, she moved to lay her hand over his at her hip, squeezing it. Serena shifted her feet and hips slightly to allow more access to him as he stimulated her nether regions with his fingers.

For some time Lysandre watched her body squirm and writhe as he did this, building her back up until she was almost too tight around him, all the muscles in her body tense as he rubbed and massaged her. At this point he began starting to thrust again from his seated position, the little moans getting quickly louder as he swiftly drove her to the edge and, without allowing her to linger there, pushed her over it.

"Hhhnnnnnn, aaahh Arceus! Oh Lysaaanndrrre!" Soft moans turned to full screams of satisfaction as Serena grasped violently at the sheets, her back arching as he bucked his hips harder, holding her thighs against him with his strong hands as he rode out her climax. He pushed on, his own orgasm imminent as Serena's body became languid, relaxing mostly and making way for him to finish.

Pulling her legs tighter around his body, she watched Lysandre as he leaned over to rest a hand on the bed. Serena moved her hips in rhythm with his as she saw the muscles in his shoulders tense up with each passing thrust, feeling the powerful throb of his organ inside her.

His breathing was rough and unsteady, taking small gasps with each pass, his face contorting in pleasure. At first, Lysandre breathed her name before crying out, "Ahhh! Merde!" He put all his weight into thrusting, moaning as he did so and, in turn, Serena was moaning with him at the intensity of the pulsing feeling inside her as he came.

Lysandre's movements became slower and softer as he finished, his moans turning to dull hums of exhaustion as he gently lay his body against Serena's, caressing her and kissing her amorously as he reveled in the feeling of her and their excitement. The room was especially warm now after filling the air with their scent.

Arms around his neck, kissing him wearily but as affectionately as he kissed her, she whispered, "You're… fantastic, Lysandre."

A low chuckle came from him as he pulled back from her, briefly running his nails lightly over her skin as he sat up, carefully withdrawing himself from her to go clean off. "You are, as well, ma fleur. Very fantastic."

As Lysandre came back, he decided it was probably a good time to get dressed and ready to get to work, seeing as it was already late in the morning. He watched Serena stare at the ceiling as she spoke, "I should probably go see Professor Sycamore. I don't know even what time it is."

Lysandre pulled the holocaster from one of his pockets, checking the time. "It is almost noon."

At that, she sat up, "Well, whoops! Time to get going," and she began looking for her clothes to dress again.

He laughed, "And I should get to the lab. I'm sure there are scientists I need to yell at." When Lysandre was finished dressing and grooming himself back into shape, he came back around to sweep up Serena into an embrace, smiling, "Ahh, ma chere, will I see you tonight or will you be leaving?"

She smiled up at him as she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing, "I guess I can stay another night and leave in the morning. It's easier to travel that way."

Despite both of their urgency to get things done for the day, it was as if hurrying wasn't a priority for them as they continued to spend a few more minutes kissing and caressing each other. The only thing that existed in the world right now was the two of them.

"I should go, I need to talk to the Professor," Serena spoke finally, although a little glumly as she let go of Lysandre.

"At least we will still see each other later," he told her as he walked her out of the modest flat, escorting her down the stairs inside the building. They were walking past a couple of orange suited Team Flare members that glanced leerily at the both of them, one of them meekly raising a hand to wave at Lysandre before he shot them a scowling glare, hoping they wouldn't have the fortitude to speak to him at this very moment.

As they embraced one more time at the doorway, he parted ways with her with a simple, "Be well, ma fleur," before walking in one direction for a moment, looking out of the corner of his eye to see that she had gone before moving to glance up the apartment stairway where the people in orange suits had just been. He went back up the stairs to check what they needed and perhaps scold them for coming to his place of residence unnecessarily.

Lysandre approached the two, who were standing some feet away from his front door, a rather peeved expression on his face. "What is the matter? Why did you feel it necessary to come here today of all days?"

The girl that had raised a hand in a wave spoke up, "Umm, I'm sorry that we had to come, sir, it's just that we've been having issues with operations in the east that require your attention."

"It's like I cannot leave anything for a little while, have you spoken with any of the admins on this? Why today?" He questioned them rather angrily.

"We talked Mab-"

"Maybe you should have spoken to Xerosic," he suggested to them. "In any case, go back to the labs and I will see you there. I'll speak with them myself."

The team members looked rather attacked, only nodding in agreement, "Yes, sir," before excusing themselves to leave the apartment. He followed suit behind him, taking a separate way as they exited the building.

Just what he needed was issues to arise while Serena was here. He only wanted to take time for himself with her present, but saw that these conflict might make their relationship challenging.

He wondered how he might convince her if she found out.