bakerstreet | That's not my waist.

Perhaps, but it's still my responsibility, since it's my--

[And whatever he's going to say is cut off as she kisses him again. It takes him a moment, a long moment, before he pulls away, looking at her, his arms around her to keep her upright as he stares down at her.]

[Her face heated again. She really has to stop kissing him.]

...We should stop doing that. This is getting ridiculous.

That would probably be for the best, yes.

[He gently guides her along, taking a few turns before entering the portion of the castle reserved for quarters. Finding one he knows isn't assigned at the moment, he raises a hand and quickly keys the entrance code, allowing the door to slide open and guiding her inside and towards a bed.]

Here, I'll get you some water.

[She kept her head down for a while, because if she chanced to look up, she might kiss him by accident again. Twice in a row was already embarrassing enough. Three times and he might think there's something wrong with her, for kissing him so many times.]

[At least it was quieter here with just the two of them and everyone else at the party. When she was close enough to the bed, she put her hand out to steady herself on it and to finally let go of Lelouch.]

Thank you... [Though the dress she was wearing made it difficult to sit down properly in. It may have been good for dancing and moving around, but it kind of lacked in the staying still portion that she wanted to be in at the moment.]

I'll find you something to wear that's less cumbersome then that dress as well. I can't imagine that is comfortable to be in, let alone sit in.

[Said by someone who had worn a Victorian dress.

He turned, moving from the room and into the bathroom, muttering to himself about how he was going to grill Milly as soon as he was done here, no matter how inebriated she might be.]

I've never really worn anything like this before. It's a lot more... material than I'm used to, at least. [It's poofier than the old jeans and tshirt ensemble. And it was a little warm in here, whether that was an effect of the drugs, the dress, or the room really was just that warm, she certainly couldn't tell. As such, while he was in the bathroom, she began to undress. First with unpinning her hair to taking off the shoes that more than likely caused more than a dozen blisters. Finally, more out of habit, she started undoing the dress, part of it slipping down her body. She caught it before it got too far down. Of course, blushes ensue.]

But, thank you, again, Lelouch. For doing this for me...

[Lelouch has returned from the bathroom, already digging through the closet and drawers to see if there's anything there.]

Yes. Milly made me wear a dress like that one for one of her festivals back at Ashford. I never could understand how the women at Court could ever wear something like that.

[Then again, even as a child, his won clothes were rather frumpy, so he's not really one to judge.

He turns back to Ryou, nightgown in hand when he blinks, adverting his eyes. Talk about embarrassing. Seeing C.C. naked was one thing, but this... was different on an entirely different level.]

It's a wonder they could breathe in them, let alone move. [She's definitely having a word with Milly for the next party for a dress that isn't so... puffy.]

[And, though not entirely naked, it was just enough to get her blushing again. She couldn't reach a few buttons in the back, naturally. It just didn't want to go down her hips that easily despite how thin she was.]

T-there's a few buttons... in the back. [Nothing to be embarrassed about. It was just her back. Nothing there but bra straps. He might see the old knife wound on her arm once he got close enough, the one where the Spirit really did a number on her. It was before her time with the Black Knights and Zero. She's not embarrassed by it or anything, but she's not exactly open in talking about it either. The dress sleeves had kept them hidden for the party. The more embarrassing ones would be the ones made by the Ring itself, right below her bust line and a bit into the breast tissue.]

[He takes a few steps towards her, setting the nightgown down on the bed, deft, slim fingers reaching out to undo the clasps. He's deliberately not looking at her, not wanting to cause do discomfort. For either her or for himself.

He's not one to comment on wounds, he knows he has his own.

It's quiet for a moment or two, before he finishes, stepping back once he is.]

There.

[The dress easily slipping let her know that he was done before he had said anything. She kept a hard grip on it, to keep it from dropping any further.]

T-thank you... again. I think... I'll be okay for now. If you want to go and see if the others are okay. [Make sure no one else is slipping drugs to anyone else.]

I have Suzaku on it. I told him to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

[He has a feeling that they're not though. That was deliberately for him and he knows it. After all, why would it have been mixed in his private stash.]

If there's any problem, he'll contact me. [Lelouch still kept his cell phone safely tucked into his robes after all. In the event of an emergency.]

[Well, now what was she supposed to do? She didn't how else Lelouch was needed here. She didn't feel like she was in any life-threatening danger, just feverishly warm and her head felt fuzzy all over. She didn't need any further help undressing, thinking that she could at least manage that much.]

T-then, if you're staying, could you... turn around, please? [She would like to let go of the dress sometime this evening.]

[It took him a minute before he realized what Ryou was asking him. His eyes were wide and he spun around, clearly not blushing why would you even think that?]

OH. Right. I-- yes. I'm sorry.

[He takes a few steps away in order to find something to occupy his time with, reaching into his robe and digging out a water bottle he had stashed there. Good thing he had thought of internal pockets when he had designed this, never know when you're going to hide something when working to take the throne. He takes a few swallows before he suddenly remembers what had gotten them there in the first place and stares down at the water bottle in horror.

He prays that someone didn't tamper with this one too.]

[Of course he's not blushing. She certainly isn't, is she? Nope, not at all. He could have gone into another room or something, but... so long as he didn't look. Guys had a thing about peeping on girls, she remembered. Lelouch didn't seem the type, but she was still wary.]

[The dress was released, the fabric making a shuffling sound as it laid on itself. The strapless bra under the dress was easily undone. It just wasn't comfortable to sleep in a bra, especially that one. She had just slipped on the gown before hearing the opening of a bottle.]

[Wait, didn't they just...?]

Is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong. Nothing at all.

[He doesn't dare turn around without Ryou's permission. Certainly, he's seen his share of naked and half naked girls before, but... none of those girls were like Ryou. Despite everything the girl had been into, her shy temperament was something that Lelouch was driven to protect. She was a lot like Nunnally, in that way. He knew that they both had done unspeakable things, Nunnally with the Damocles and Ryou while under the control of the Spirit, but that didn't change how he saw them.

He swallowed as he stared at the bottle in his hands. He was never really one for liquor if he could help it, perhaps a glass of wine here or there when the situation dictated it, but he never made it a habit. He just hoped that whatever Milly had spiked these with, if was indeed Milly, wasn't some sort of drug and something he had built up a tolerance for.]

[Judging from the sound of his voice, as well as his word choice, there must've been something wrong. Maybe it had something to do with hearing the sound of the bottle opening.]

I-if you're sure...

[The nightgown felt loose on her. It covered all the important parts, yes, but really, only the important parts. She was still showing a lot of leg, the hem just covering her underwear. And it was a little lower cut than she would have liked, but beggars can't be choosers, after all. It was better than nothing.]

Okay, you can turn around now. [Said as she's stepping out of the dress on the floor. So much fabric for a dress she was probably only going to wear one time. How wasteful.]

I am.

[He twists the cap closed and puts the bottle down on the desk, before turning to face her.

He frowns as he sees the nightgown, giving it the once over, his eyes widening slightly at how low cut it is, before clearing his throat.]

I can see if there's one that would fit better.

[Is it him or is the room starting to get a little warm?]

I-it's fine. It's not like I can go anywhere else in this kind of state. [She picks up the dress, making a special effort to carry it bridal style. No need to make it a tripping hazard and having herself fall and break her nose or something. She sets it on a nearby chair because she doesn't know how that dress would be put on a hanger and not be ruined forever.]

[Wait, hold on... Was... Was Lelouch looking a little flushed?]

Are you all right? Your face is red. [Probably as much as hers. Not exactly as much given her perchance to blush at everything, but fairly close.]

[He blinks once, twice, rather owlishly for him, and it takes a moment to focus on her question and process it.]

I'm fine, it's just warm in here.

[Really warm, if the pulling of his collar was any indication.]

[Can't really fault him in that; it really was extremely warm in there, even in her new clothes. Maybe there was a thermostat in the room somewhere.]

Is there a thermostat somewhere close by? Maybe we can turn the heat down... [She stumbles towards him, only just bumping into him and not in a way that could cause injury.]

O-or we can just sit down until we gain our footing again.

[Lelouch was already removing his outer robes, the cape and drapes, when Ryou stumbled into him. He caught her, of course, stumbling slightly to keep them both from falling.

His face colored even more with a girl in his arms. He nodded once, shakily.]

That... sounds like a good idea.

[Just as long as they don't accidentally kiss each other like she was doing before, things should be fine for now.]

S-should we call someone? With both of us like this... [Well, how could one take care of the other while they were both drugged? Though she still at least managed to lead them to the bed, bumping and stumbling into him a few times with her warm, soft body. At least they hadn't kissed by accident... yet.]

Suzaku's watching Nunnally.

[And Nunnally would always be more important then himself.

He lets her lead them towards the bed and sits down shakily on it.]

We should be fine... with rest.

[Sleeping it off sounds like a wonderful idea, actually.]

[She's sure that you have other guards besides Suzaku, but then who else could be trusted with them, especially Lelouch, like this? Anyone else knowing about it probably would leave them both in a world of trouble.]

[Though, there is another thought that occurs to her, even in her haze.]

Are you going to be comfortable sleeping in those clothes? [It definitely didn't look like it would be comfortable sleeping in. He has taken off the robes and hat and such, but still... Didn't look all that comfortable.]

[He blinks hazy eyes at her, his head tilting as his mind processes her question, before reaching down and tugging at his robes. It takes him a few minutes, before he shrugs.]

I'll make due.

[... maybe.]

slow dancing

and then perfected it on his 108 consorts

I feel sorry for his first handful of consorts, having to be his first for experimentation of smex

Maybe there's a reason we never really saw anyone besides Marianne

Other than being the protagonist's 'mostly' dead mother and being kind of a bitch >>;

She was batshit. So was Daddy. Here's to hoping it doesn't run in the family

Is batshit something that runs in families? I can't remember...

He's hoping it doesn't. For Nunnally's sake if no one else's

Re: He's hoping it doesn't. For Nunnally's sake if no one else's

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.... so this can get even more awkward.

Should've just gone with tap water, Lulu. Milly doesn't control that. ...Yet.

Hey, he got distracted. There's a half naked girl behind him who's not C.C. or Kallen

...You sure have seen a lot of naked women for being currently a virgin, Lelouch. :|

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