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There is a C.C. is in a bed.
In this bed, there is a Lelouch.
C.C. is lying draped across Lelouch's chest, half-way about to drool but not yet. Oh yeah. She's wearing his shirt.
She mumbles, stirring in her sleep as Lelouch turns, causing her body to fall onto the sheets instead of him. He's grabbing the blankets and pulling them over his body, the ends of it barely touching C.C.'s shoulders.
Sensing this, C.C. frowns in her sleep, reaching out with grabby hands to take back the covers, pulling them gingerly off of Lelouch while still sleeping. He growls a little in his sleep, tugging back on the covers. C.C. has cocooned herself firmly inside the blankets, the short greenhaired woman letting one smile curve her mouth in a smile of triumph.
Lelouch mumbles pointless incoherent things, about to reach for the blankets only for C.C.'s foot to collide with his face. He rolls on the bed, almost towards the end with a muffled whine of protest. C.C. wriggles further into the blankets, almost purring as she finds the perfect mixture of warmth and security.
Lelouch shivers, clearly without blankets as C.C. almost innocently sleeps on. His hand reaches out to grab the blankets, mumbling in his sleep as C.C. is unwrapped from her blankety-cocoon, a light pout on her mouth as she reaches to grab them again.
The two indulge themselves unwittingly in tug-of-war, Lelouch tugging with a look of anger on his sleeping face. C.C. remains stoic even in her sleep. After a while, it's pointless. Shivering, and without warmth, Lelouch makes one last attempt to get the blankets.
And is promptly denied, as C.C. rolls in her sleep, her body colliding with his and sending him falling on his back off of the bed.
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[Waking up from her dream, C.C.'s eyes narrowed, as if to make sure no one has seen this dream, and almost a bit paranoid that her covers were taken, she wraps herself firmly into the blankets, wondering if Lelouch has seen this. ]
In this bed, there is a Lelouch.
C.C. is lying draped across Lelouch's chest, half-way about to drool but not yet. Oh yeah. She's wearing his shirt.
She mumbles, stirring in her sleep as Lelouch turns, causing her body to fall onto the sheets instead of him. He's grabbing the blankets and pulling them over his body, the ends of it barely touching C.C.'s shoulders.
Sensing this, C.C. frowns in her sleep, reaching out with grabby hands to take back the covers, pulling them gingerly off of Lelouch while still sleeping. He growls a little in his sleep, tugging back on the covers. C.C. has cocooned herself firmly inside the blankets, the short greenhaired woman letting one smile curve her mouth in a smile of triumph.
Lelouch mumbles pointless incoherent things, about to reach for the blankets only for C.C.'s foot to collide with his face. He rolls on the bed, almost towards the end with a muffled whine of protest. C.C. wriggles further into the blankets, almost purring as she finds the perfect mixture of warmth and security.
Lelouch shivers, clearly without blankets as C.C. almost innocently sleeps on. His hand reaches out to grab the blankets, mumbling in his sleep as C.C. is unwrapped from her blankety-cocoon, a light pout on her mouth as she reaches to grab them again.
The two indulge themselves unwittingly in tug-of-war, Lelouch tugging with a look of anger on his sleeping face. C.C. remains stoic even in her sleep. After a while, it's pointless. Shivering, and without warmth, Lelouch makes one last attempt to get the blankets.
And is promptly denied, as C.C. rolls in her sleep, her body colliding with his and sending him falling on his back off of the bed.
--
[Waking up from her dream, C.C.'s eyes narrowed, as if to make sure no one has seen this dream, and almost a bit paranoid that her covers were taken, she wraps herself firmly into the blankets, wondering if Lelouch has seen this. ]