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
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I'm surprised you held on half as long in my dream.
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Really? Shall we test your theory?
By the way I am next door to you.
I hope your memory hasn't deteriorated.
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[is completely wrapped in a cocoon of blankets]
And that's hurtful Lelouch. I would think you would like to look upon my face as the first thing you see in the morning.
[sarcasm]
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I'm not sure.
I suppose it would be a problem if one sees an Emperor being kicked off his bed. [light tone]
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I'm not going to steal your precious blankets. Your guest room suits me quite nicely.
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