Code Geass: Lelouch/C.C. - Stress Relief
Title: Stress Relief
Fandom: Code Geass
Challenge: con10porary
Characters: Lelouch/C.C.
Rating: T/PG-13
Prompt: #5 - literature
Word Count: 356
“MY THESIS STATEMENT IS CRAP.”
This was followed by angry groans and frustrated sighs. Then, books started shuffling on the shelf. He was looking for something. The joys of being a high school senior, C.C. snickered as she thought to herself. She looked down at her pizza box. A piece of paper with assignments typed all over it. The green-haired beauty proceeded to tug at it until she was able to read it.
C.C. had graduated from high school over a year earlier. So it obviously belonged to Lelouch. Why else would it say this: Writing Assignment - The Oedipus Trilogy --- AP English 2017 - 2018.
“It’s due next week, isn’t it?” She replied casually. “Fix it.”
“Easy for you to say, witch.”
“Topic?”
“Compare and contrast the poem ‘Jocasta’ with the play.”
C.C. whipped her head around. That was insanely easy. Lelouch was a lover of great literature. Something was wrong. She let out a sigh, getting up from her lazy position on the couch. She didn’t forget that she was wearing one of Lelouch’s button up shirts. In fact, it helped her with what she was about to do.
---
Lelouch later found himself unable to type as C.C. draped her arms over his shoulders. He could feel her body pressed up against his back. God, she was distracting. She was supposed a first-year college student. He was still in high school.
Wasn’t it illegal in some places?
He supposed she liked it that way.
“C.C., can’t you see that I’m busy?” He asked her.
“You’re stressed.” C.C. pointed out, “As your accomplice, I’m obligated to relieve you of that.”
After a little bit of a struggle, she pulled him to bed. His head hit the pillow. It was cold, but things were getting hotter. Lelouch didn’t know what she was going to do when she unzipped his pants with her mouth. He couldn’t fight her off. In fact, he was enjoying it when she went down on him. A low moan escaped his throat.
He could imagine her smirking at him.
Wasn’t it supposed to be illegal?
He supposed he liked it that way.
Fandom: Code Geass
Challenge: con10porary
Characters: Lelouch/C.C.
Rating: T/PG-13
Prompt: #5 - literature
Word Count: 356
“MY THESIS STATEMENT IS CRAP.”
This was followed by angry groans and frustrated sighs. Then, books started shuffling on the shelf. He was looking for something. The joys of being a high school senior, C.C. snickered as she thought to herself. She looked down at her pizza box. A piece of paper with assignments typed all over it. The green-haired beauty proceeded to tug at it until she was able to read it.
C.C. had graduated from high school over a year earlier. So it obviously belonged to Lelouch. Why else would it say this: Writing Assignment - The Oedipus Trilogy --- AP English 2017 - 2018.
“It’s due next week, isn’t it?” She replied casually. “Fix it.”
“Easy for you to say, witch.”
“Topic?”
“Compare and contrast the poem ‘Jocasta’ with the play.”
C.C. whipped her head around. That was insanely easy. Lelouch was a lover of great literature. Something was wrong. She let out a sigh, getting up from her lazy position on the couch. She didn’t forget that she was wearing one of Lelouch’s button up shirts. In fact, it helped her with what she was about to do.
---
Lelouch later found himself unable to type as C.C. draped her arms over his shoulders. He could feel her body pressed up against his back. God, she was distracting. She was supposed a first-year college student. He was still in high school.
Wasn’t it illegal in some places?
He supposed she liked it that way.
“C.C., can’t you see that I’m busy?” He asked her.
“You’re stressed.” C.C. pointed out, “As your accomplice, I’m obligated to relieve you of that.”
After a little bit of a struggle, she pulled him to bed. His head hit the pillow. It was cold, but things were getting hotter. Lelouch didn’t know what she was going to do when she unzipped his pants with her mouth. He couldn’t fight her off. In fact, he was enjoying it when she went down on him. A low moan escaped his throat.
He could imagine her smirking at him.
Wasn’t it supposed to be illegal?
He supposed he liked it that way.