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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