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Continuing REVOLUTIONS
Also known as CODEGEASSR2♥KINKMEME PART II
... Thread II
(ain't that a mouthful?)
Rules
∅ BE ANONYMOUS for prompts and comments, always. You may fill de-anon'd if you're worried about plagiarism, but try not to as it puts pressure on the other anons. <3
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“Rolo?” he asks blankly. “I’m afraid he died a while ago, of heart failure of all things. I didn’t want to have to tell you this until later. Why do you ask?”
“I just…it just occurred to me” she stutters, “I guess your eyes frightened me more than I let on. I must have thought aloud.” Shirley smiles desperately, knowing it doesn’t reach her eyes. She stares at Lelouch and knows that there’s more to his story than he’s letting on - how much else is he going to tell her later? Her eyebrows knit together with annoyance. “Lelouch…Is there anything worrying you?” she says, choosing the words very, very carefully.
“Shirley Fenette” Lelouch replies, “Love me.”
The light fills up her entire world. She can feel it this time; waves of pearlescent power that seep through her brain, nipping and tucking at her deepest self. It only takes a moment, but to Shirley it lasts an age. She sees the corpses and hates them for their defiance. She sees the smoke and its smell is glorious. She sees the shattered homes and broken lives, and she doesn’t care at all.
The haze clears. Shirley looks at Lelouch vi Britannia and knows him. She sees all his flaws, all his mistakes and all his regrets and she loves him for them. She knows what he just did to her and she loves him for it. She takes in the look on his face, of frightened apprehension tinged with lust and she loves him for that to.
Shirley lunges forward across the tub, sending water crashing over the sides and dashing the wine glasses to the floor. She throws her arms around him and plasters his jaw and neck with kisses, pinning him with her legs and forcing him down. With one hand clutching at his hair she thrusts the other downwards and claws at his thong, ignoring his squawk of pain as she tugs it down to his knees. He grabs hold of her wrists and they struggle together for a moment, Shirley scrabbling for purchase, Lelouch pressing himself flat against the wall of the tub. Suddenly his knee catches her in the stomach, not hard but enough to make her stop struggling. Their faces are inches apart; she can feel his breath on her forehead.
“How long did you plan to do that?” Shirley says, looking at her prince through curtains of soaking amber hair.
“Shirley, oh God Shirley what have I done?” Lelouch says, his voice quavering with horror. She tries to pull away from him with a playful little tug, smiling mischievously; Lelouch’s eyes widen and he tightens his grip painfully. He’s afraid of her - he’s really afraid of her! It’d be horrible if it wasn’t so funny, and the way his lip trembles as she chuckles at him is funnier still. He’s afraid of her, and it’s funny, and Shirley loves him for it.
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“T…Two days ago. I decided I’d do it if I couldn’t get you any other way. I didn’t mean to do it tonight I just panicked. I can fix it, you have to believe me, I can fix it…” he stops blubbering and stares at her, mute with horror. Shirley pulls away from him and he lets her go, his hands flopping limply into the water.
“What happened to Rolo?” she says.
“He died to save me.” Lelouch replies, “He didn’t have to. I could have stopped him and…I didn’t.”
“Why?”
“I…It would have been dangerous. We were surrounded. I could have gambled my own life to save us both, but I chose to let him die for me.” He’s trying to sound guilty, but Shirley can tell that he’s more relieved than anything else. “What are you going to do now?” he says, before she has a chance to reply.
“First I’m going to fuck you,” she replies, rolling the word off her tongue and savouring way he flinches, very slightly. She reaches behind herself and takes her top off, drops it to the tiles and smirks as his eyes snap up to her forehead. “Then I’m going to marry you.” She stands up and pulls the bikini briefs down, leaving him staring right at her crotch. “You don’t have to be scared you now. I won’t bite unless you ask”.
The old Shirley Fenette would never have dared to do something like this, but now the soft light at the back of her mind smothers her fear and self-consciousness. The old Shirley has been murdered, she realizes, taken apart and put back together as someone quite new. The woman who walked into the hotel less than an hour ago is gone and the woman standing up in the tub could not care less.
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This is both creepy and... well, creepier. For both Lelouch and Shirley. I'm kind of stunned and really eager to see what happens next.
(God, Lelouch, that was dumb. Haven't you read the other fics where you geass Suzaku or Euphy into loving you? That's not very genre-aware of you.)
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This is fantastic. So fantastic. I love it. I love both of them.
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Shirley has dreamed about Lelouch and fantasised about Lelouch night after night for months, but she’s never imagined him like this before. He was always the powerful one, the one who took the lead in her fantasies even when he was gentle with her. Looking down at him as he kneels in the tub she wonders if she should tell him it’s not her thing realizes that being on top might actually be fun. You only have one first time after all - why not make it a little unusual? She takes him under the chin and nudges him to stand, then squats beside him to pull his thong all the way off. Well, there’s his penis, an absurd little voice interjects, and she has to stifle a laugh. Mine the darker voice says, and that makes her grin like a shark.
“Let’s not do it in the tub” Lelouch says, “We can throw the towels over the bed and change the sheets later. I’ve never done it all wet before.” Shirley feels a hot dart of jealousy stab through her notes that it’s not his first time approvingly; after all, it’ll be better for her this way and heroes can have as many women they want.
As many as he wants, as long as he only loves Me.
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She gets up on top of him and takes him inside of her, clinging to his whispered advice like a lifeline. She looks down at him and he gazes up at her through half closed eyes. He’s smiling but it almost looks like he’s in pain, little whimpers of pleasure drifting out of him. He’s beautiful and sad and hers and it’s all so wonderful she feels like her heart will break.
Afterwards they shower together and eat supper (a carton of carrot soup - Lelouch starts to talk about how she’ll never have to eat anything that isn’t prepared by the world’s finest chefs again, until she shushes him and raises the spoon to his lips.) They change the bed sheets and put the towels out to be washed. It’s so mundane it goes right back to being romantic, ‘I going to spend the rest of my life with him. It’s really happening! she thinks.
They lie down to sleep as midnight draws in. Shirley lies with her eyes closed, facing away from Lelouch with his arm rested on her stomach. She can feel his gaze boring into the back of her skull, an hour after he thinks she’s gone to sleep. He’s afraid of her and she knows it, but that doesn’t matter because she loves him. She doesn’t need fixing and she’s going to show him that, again and again and again.
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Hnnng okay this story is just the right amount of creepy and sexy and I love it to bits.
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