He still didn't know much of her past, Lelouch thought as he stared at the seemingly peaceful figure that sat across the small, mostly empty room with the exception of a couch, armchair, and lamp. She had just recently become obsessed with romance novels and was reading yet another in the dim light the room allowed with only one lamp. As he stared at her he fell into a pit of thoughts; what laid in the past for this women, who had easily become his whole and only life. Without her his life would be nothing; a cold, dark, never ending existence.

Lelouch continued to stare thoughtfully at C.C. She was wearing her classic half white shirt revealing her navel along with the small shorts to match. It was an appropriate enough of an outfit given the hot summer night, he himself had stopped wearing any sort of shirt in the mornings due to the heat. Lelouch's eyes were usually hard to read, but at this instance one could tell with just one look the deep passion shown in them. The eyes that seemed to engulf her entire presence full of the curiosity of a child, and also what seemed to be the love only someone close could possibly possess.

Noticing a pair of violet eyes looking at her, C.C. looked up from her book to steal a teasing and questioning glance at him. When he doesn't stop staring, she giggles and asks, "What could you possibly be looking at I wonder, Lelouch," followed by her warm, teasing smile Lelouch had come to know so well.

"Isn't it obvious?" he replied with a smirk, turning his glance away from her but then quickly turning it back. He thought he looked so enchanting. His smirk softened into a warm smile, "I'm merely looking at the most hypnotic, enchanting women who's ever lived."

Still teasing, "Oh, are you now," she replies with a smirk of her own.

"Why would I ever want to look at anything else?" Lelouch said slyly, revealing new amusement.

C.C. smiles at his comment, clearly amused; she even starts to blush a little. She turns to start reading again, thinking the conversation is over, but then she turns her head back again once she heres his next question.

"You know C.C. I've always wondered something about you."

"Oh, what might that be?"

"Well, I already know some of your past, but I can't help but feel that what I know is such a tiny morsel compared to what might lurk in your memories."

She's slightly taken aback by this; of course he doesn't know much about her past, she's lived for centuries. She was positive that he knew the important highlights though: obtaining the geass and taking down Britania, probably the most exciting things that have ever happened to her. The rest seemed like a bore compared to that.

"Come here won't you," Lelouch says gesturing to the couch seat next to him.

C.C. raises an eyebrow questioningly, wanting to just stay where she was to test him like her nature would usually permit, but uncharacteristically she goes over to the untaken spot next to Lelouch. The instant she sits down she is taken hostage in his embrace and her lips are captured by his. He runs his fingers though her long green hair while he kisses her softly.

She accepts his embrace for a little while but then tears away while trying to hide her small blush, from her pleased feelings about his sudden act of compassion, not that she was one to blush much anyway. But whether it was ego or simply since she liked to be a challenge, she still made an effort to hide her emotions from him. "What's gotten into you today?" she asks still blushing and trying to conceal the giddy pleasure that was starting to boil up inside her.

"I'm not really sure to tell you the truth," he says teasingly, his eyes softly gazing at her. He pulls her into him, his embrace tightens as he softly kisses her again.

Seeming to melt into him, C.C. wraps her arms around him for the first time, playing with the thin strands of his hair.

It was true; Lelouch really didn't know what had gotten into him. Mysteriously lately he would just stare at C.C. Then he would get all these odd feelings overflowing inside of him. He would laugh to himself, "What ridiculous thoughts." He sounded like a love struck teenage girl. He'd sneer to himself, "Why would I be in love with C.C.?" He had only kissed her on various occasions, he was living with, and when he looked at her he felt like a balloon being blown up with love and affection ready to burst…he in love with C.C.! Ha, what a silly thought. She's a witch.

But all this was just a part of his personality, and her's as well. They both were stuborn. Admitting they had feeling for each other has deep as love was comparitive to a know-it-all admitting they were wrong. To them love was a stupid person's emotion, and they, both being widely intelegent because the trials in their lives, would never admit they possessed such a stupid and useless emotion. They still did have feelings for each other though, even they were aware of that, but instead of just telling the other their true feelings they vented their emotions of affection through loving acts like kissing or exchanging sweet remarks.

Usually one of them thought of some witty response after they'd kissed to clear the tension, to brush off the kiss as though it had been nothing, but both their minds were so jumbled this time neither could think of anything to say let alone something teasing and witty.

C.C. looked up at him with questioning eyes. Why was he doing this? Had she done something to provoke such behavior? She didn't think so. She didn't know what she should say or do next. She just looked up at him waiting for his next move.

Lelouch looked down at her amber eyes staring up at him. He'd lost all control of his body; he was purely running on instinct and desire, "You're so beautiful," He said, his hand floating up from her waist to hold her cheek.

Her mouth parted in a silent gasp, and her eyes sparkled with the reflection of him. Then their lips met again, and they grabed at each other more forcefully.

"And I do believe I'm not the only one, correct?" Lelouch states after pulling away from their kiss. His tone turning a bit harder, so very unlike the soft voice he was speaking in earlier.

C.C. was thoroughly confused now. She lets out a small, "huh?"

"When I looked at your past through your memories I saw that many men were also captivated by your beauty. You even said yourself, after a while you couldn't tell if it was real or not," Lelouch continued. Then a thought rushed through him, "Had C.C. used her geass on him too? That would explain all these deep feelings of affection." Except then he remembered she obviously didn't have her geass power of forced love anymore, leaving him without an excuse and feeling even more chagrined.

C.C. wasn't completely sure why he was bringing this up. It was true, but what significance did it hold now. Was it possible that he was jealous? Lelouch jealous of hypnotized dead people; people she'd used her 'witchly' spells and magic on? Now that was a laughable thought.

He kissed her again more forcefully, holding her tight in a possessive manner. His hand descended down to her mostly exposed thigh, where he caressed her. "Have there been others before me," he wondered. He breaks away, following with a series of small pecks applied to C.C.'s lips. He then takes the hand unoccupied with her thigh, to lift up her chin to look up at him. A smile hides the jealousy eating away at him.

By this point, it was by far the most kissing that had ever been shared between the two.

His voice changed back into the low, soft tone like before, "I wonder how many men have gotten to touch you like this before?" His hand even more strongly now caressing her thigh, hinting at what it was he was talking about.

"Hmm," maybe he was jealous. She startles Lelouch when she starts to laugh softly.

A bit irritated Lelouch asks, "C.C., how many men have you had relationships with?"

He becomes even more irritated when her reply is just giggles. Feeling like teasing him more she says, "Wouldn't you like to know," she's even slightly surprised on the hint of seductiveness she says this with.

He blushes with embarrassment and then turns his head to hide it. He gives a small annoyed, "Hmph," under his breath at the apparently unsatisfying answer. He then turns back, determined to get an answer. Returning to his regularly cool collected tone, "C.C. how many times have you made love, and of those times how many were true lovers?"

She is tempted to give in, but still wanting to tease she simply says, "Why? What's it to you?"

Hearing this, Lelouch decides to give up on the cool collected him. So instead he decides to tease back, "Oh, it was nothing really. I was just a little curious about how loose or how tight my C.C. is." He might have gone a bit too far though...

C.C. reddens at his comment. LOOSE! How dare he! She retorts with the first thing that comes to mind, "Well, if your sooo curious," she says feeling insulted, "Why don't you man up and find out for yourself." Her eyes popped with the sudden realization of what she just said. The comment would have been fine if it was to someone whom she definetely did not have that kind of relationship with, making the comment pure joke, but she didn't exactly have an only friendly relationship with Lelouch.

Lelouch is also taken aback. He can feel himself fill with excitement as he thinks about her statement. He smiles, "Be careful what you say, because you never know when I might take up your offer." Even though he says this composedly, his facial expression changes to nervousness as their eyes lock.

Amazingly, C.C. quickly forgets about the rude words he'd said, but it was because her thoughts were being filled with the intensity of the unfolding current situation. Not knowing what she should do next she leans towards him till their lips are firmly pressed together. They pull away again, both their eyes full of uncertainty. She relaxes though and allows instinct to kick in when Lelouch embraces her tightly. He's also allowed instinct to control him.

With new desire flaming in their eyes they lunge at each other; their lips desperate for the others. Forceful kisses are exchanged before their mouths open so tongues can lash out in what seemed to be a very heated battle. The sensation of their kissing starts to overpower them both allowing arousal to overflow within them. The want for each other grows more and more with frightening speed.

C.C. feels as though she's melting into him every second their intoxication kissing continues.

Lelouch can't seem to take the built up arousal anymore. He places his hand on her core, not for long though, and then mischievously slides his had up to the bottom of her shirt. Slipping his naughty fingers under the hem of her shirt he continues till her soft, round breast is firmly in his grasp. Her breast is feels warm and soft in his greedy hand.

C.C. at first jumps at the sudden invasion, but then strangely becomes fairly relaxed by his touch.

Lelouch also starts to relax a little, loosening his grip on her, so fingers can play with the tender nub of her breast. He gains increasing interest in the hardening nub as her body reacts with tightening muscles.

C.C.'s excitement becomes even more obvious with her developing wetness. She also starts to heat up. Enveloped in this new discovered pleasure, her body makes even wilder reactions then in the beginning as his touch becomes harder to handle. Heightened excitement escapes Lelouch because of this, and he decides to use his other hand to play with the lonely breast.

Their kisses are much more vigorous now. They even have to break apart to catch a much needed breath. This short period of being apart sparks the need to be closer and the need for more.

Lelouch decides to rid C.C. of her apparently unneeded shirt, pulling the piece of fabric up and over her head, and then flinging it down to the ground. He pauses for a split second so his eyes can wash over her beautiful torso. Then in his quest for more he lowers C.C. down on the couch so he can effectively slip her shorts off her hips, also then discarded to the floor. His eyes fill with desire at the new image of her perfect body in the dim lamp light, only one scar present under one breast blemishes the otherwise flawless image. He then starts attacking her again with furious kissing.

Deciding that he had had enough, Lelouch picks C.C. up cradling her. He hurriedly carries her to the room they both shared and sets her down on their bed. He allows himself to be mesmerized by her one more time before shedding himself of his own clothes and tossing them to the floor.

The room was filled with only the moonlight that shown through the shades of the window, allowing just enough light to really set the mood and for him to finally get to see the look of desire on her face. Her arms float up to his neck as he gets on the bed and positions himself in between her legs.

He bent down to kiss her again before whispering in her ear, "I love you," in the most beautifully soft voice C.C. had ever heard before. An intoxicating and sensual wave of both overwhelming devoted love and desire washes over C.C. as his lips lightly brush against her ear. The amazing feeling he was giving her made it impossible to think straight. All she could do was move her body in sync to his, which ended up being floating her hands up to his midnight black hair and running her fingers through it.

Responding to her movements, Lelouch began placing feather-light kisses along her neck and down her collarbone then to her irresistible breast. His tongue began lapping at one of her nipples with much longing. He then switches to the other breast when he hears the sharp gasp released from C.C.'s lips. he plays with her nipples in between his lips alternatingly.

After a while of hearing her deep, low breaths, his tongue takes a turn off her breast and down to her ribs where he resumes his previous kisses. He makes his way down her body to her lower half. Once his chin can feel the slight brush of her hair he pulls back his head, nudges her to get her to spread her legs, then lunges his tongue forward until it's met the sweet bump of her clit. Moving tongue and lips in perfect harmony, he causes C.C. to give more gasps and makes her breathing become more labored. A moan escapes her when his tongue finds her entrance and invites itself in.

Greatly satisfied with her reaction, Lelouch reels himself back to his upright kneeling position to then lean over and kiss his beloved C.C. His lips then travel to her ear and he whispers lovingly, "Are you ready for me?" She doesn't need to reply for him to know, he can simply tell by the look in her eyes that gaze up at him. So he smiles and kisses her softly one last time.

Coming back to his kneeling position he takes one more moment to look over her delicious looking body, before lifting up her legs so they lay around his waist. First he steadies himself by placing one hand on her waist, and then other on his already hard penis. He starts to nudge the tip at her entrance. Next, not able to wait any longer, he burrows it down as far as her body will allow. Dazzled by the purely heavenly feeling of her inside causes him a moments delay before slightly coming back out and slowly moving back in, starting the process of slowly building faster thrusts. He closes his eyes and allows himself to take in the ecstasy.

Suddenly though he snaps his eyes back open at the sudden realization of C.C.'s string of consistent gasps and moans synchronized to his thrust. Her cries of pleasure weren't that loud, but simply hearing her soft audible reaction made him happy, and as he started to move faster the volume of her sounds rose and the range of the kind of noises she made got wider. The sound of her pleasure sent shock waves through Lelouch's body, making him want to thrust his body a bit more forcefully and deeper into her. With each new movement she let out a moan that would match that of the intensity of the thrust she'd recieved. This only further turns Lelouch on, his thrusts into her developing into something even more deliberate and strong. As his pleasure increases, he's forced to release a low groan.

C.C. wasn't trying to cry out or make as much commotion as she was, but the surreal-ness of what was happening was making her feel incredible. She would even try and conceal her noises, since her sounds seemed so embarrassing to her, but experiencing Lelouch ram his cock into her again and again was too great for her to handle silently. She'd touched herself before on a few occasions, and what she felt was no where near the pleasure that was engulfing her body now. It was for this reason that whenever she'd seen anyone having sex she'd always thought the women looked ludicrous with their spastic movements and animal like noises, thought they looked like mere sluts. She'd even maligned their behavior, but now she probably looked and sounded just like them.

Hit with the sudden desire to be closer to him, C.C. wraps her arms around Lelouch's shoulders and pulls on him. Lelouch helps her sit up on his lap. Short, little, passionate kisses are exchanged between them before the need for oxygen pulls them apart. It's harder for Lelouch to thrust into her in the new sitting positions, but C.C. makes up for it by bouncing up and down on his cock.

Suddenly C.C. calls out his name followed by a fit of short and precise moans of pleasure. It's clear she approaching her physical peak. With growing lust he growls out, "C.C.," but caught in the heat of the moment, he decides to press his lips to the soft skin of her ear. With his eyes squeezed shut, through clenched teeth, due to his approaching orgasm, he whispers into her ear her real name, kindly, gently like a lover would.

Her reaction to this is more erotic and exciting than anything his ears or eyes have ever heard or seen before. Her head flies back in pleasure, her hands grasp onto his shoulders tighter, then moans even more loud powerful than before come in rhythmic harmony to his thrusts. she returns to their hugging position, muscles tightening around him, her head resting on his shoulder, so he can now her moans even louder now in his ear.

Quickening his thrusts makes C.C. cry out, "Lelouch, oh Lelouch! Please…please say my name again."

Complying with her request he says her name again just like before but in a higher, restrained voice. This sends her into another frenzy of moans with the accompaniment of the sporadic leg spasm she is now experiencing.

"Lelouch…Lelouch," C.C. moans over and over. In reply Lelouch starts chanting her real name just as she's doing to his. Their chants are perfectly placed with each other forming a continuous chant of names.

Her hands dig into him. His thrusts become a crazed brigade of deep penetrations. Then as they call out each other's names one last time they throw their heads back accompanied by two loud orgasmic moans. They both cum, their consecutive climaxes leaving a wet, hot, sticky mess plastered on both of their inner thighs and lap.

They both collapse on top of one another, both still breathing heavily, they were a sweaty, sticky heap. A few moments later Lelouch finds the strength to sit up and pull himself out of C.C., allowing a new stream of cum to flow from her opening. Exhausted, he collapses again next to her.

Lelouch looks over at his new lover and pulls her closer to him, locking her in his embrace. After kissing her lightly on the cheek he asks in a low tired voice, "How is it you've lived for so many years, yet you were still a virgin?"

She smiles, truly moved by the affection she feels towards him, "I suppose I was just waiting for the perfect someone, who truly loved me," her voice low and quiet, and sincere.

Lelouch smiles at this and kiss her one more time before he drifts into much needed sleep.