bakerstreet | That's not my waist.

[For someone who's brain was his greatest asset, it's probably a safe bet that it shut off the moment he met that wet heat, sliding in. It wasn't the smoothest, of course, being that Lelouch had been, up until this moment, a full fledged virgin who had been too busy running an Empire to worry about or dabble in such these as these.

He stops when he's inside, his hands digging into Ryou's hips, trying to keep himself from moving until he can assure himself that Ryou is all right.]

[She was breathing heavily, having been a virgin before this moment as well. She also winced at him digging his fingers into her, but she is otherwise okay. Nothing broken, nothing bruised. Just the two of them in a position. Nothing to worry about.]

[She reaches up a shaking hand to his cheek, brushing back his hair a little bit despite the unsteady hand. She also moved her hips a bit, to see if he'll follow along.]

[He watches for only a few minutes more, before the urge to move overwhelms him. Leaning into her touch, he pulls back slightly, only to surge forward, to move with her hips as she tries to guide him. It's tight, it's hot and he honestly cannot understand why he never had done this before - but at the same time, he's glad that if he's doing this, it's with Ryou. Someone who has been hurt by the world just like he was, although in a different way. Someone who has seen him at his worst and hasn't gone away.

In a way, she almost reminds him of Shirley, but where Shirley had that innocence around her, even after Mao, Ryou wasn't innocent. She wasn't guilty - no, that was the spirit - but not innocent.]

[She keeps moving her hips back and forth in time with his, already stimulated again, just as she had been with his fingers. This time, it was a bit bigger appendage inside of her. However, she was still just as wet and tight like with his fingers inside of her. She moved with him, panting and moaning, just waiting for him to find that one particular spot again.]

[His adjusts his thrusts inside of her as he shifts his body slightly. He tries to keep them even, afraid that he might hurt her, but her panting in his ears makes him move even faster, wanting to give her the same feeling she had before and perhaps... even find some completion for himself.]

R-Ryou...

[She keeps up with him, keeping time with his breathing and thrusts. It doesn't even hurt her in the least.]

L-Lelouch.... [Breathes in sharply.] I-it's close... close to where...

[That's probably a good thing, because as he gets closer, his thrusts get even more erratic, his fingers digging harshly into her waist, panting in her ear.]

R-ryou... I'm going to...

[There's one particularly hard thrust and Lelouch freezes, his vision going white as he finally reaches completion, groaning as he comes.]

[She feels him, that one particularly hard thrust reaching deep into her, hitting that sweet, sweet spot once again that made her mad in pleasure. She saw white again, tightening up again and moaning loudly.]

[She's breathing hard once the act is done, damp with sweat and laying against his shoulder again, just trying to calm her racing heart.]

[He's panting in her ear, the only thing really holding him up is the fact that Ryou is leaning against him, her head on her shoulder. It's a wonder a man with his stamina didn't just pass out with the exercise he just put himself through.

But he hasn't, instead raising a shaking hand and running it up and down her back as he tries to slow down the beating of his heart.]

[Her breathing eventually does even out, her heart calming down as well. She was still soaked with sweat, her hair and skin no doubt slick with it. But she could barely move, not even to pull him out.]

[They were probably going to regret this in the morning.]

Do you... want to lie down?

[Most likely, but even then, at the moment, Lelouch couldn't bring himself to care about that. Perhaps, in the morning, the enormity of what had just happened would hit him, but for now, all he felt was a calm, sated existence, even if he just felt like he had ran a marathon.

At her question, he lifts his head, just barely, his eyes already half lidded with exhaustion. It takes him a moment to process what she had just said, that itself evidence enough how this has worn him out, before he nods.]

That would probably be... a good idea.

[She gently takes a hold of him, laying them both down on the bed that may have also been soaked with their sweat and other fluids. Laying down also gingerly pulled him out of her. It doesn't stop her from holding him though as they lay together.]

[Though, now, what do they even say to each other, after that ordeal? It felt awkward, not saying anything, but she didn't know what else to say.]

[He isn't even thinking of anything to say, he doesn't care about that, at the moment, instead, he lays his head against her shoulder, curling against her and laying an arm across her waist.

Whatever talk they need to have can happen in the morning. Right now, he's stated, exhausted and he knows Ryou can't be faring much better then he is.]

[Well, he is right; she doesn't have much energy left, practically exhausted, if not from the physical exhaustion, the emotional and mental one certainly did a number on her.]

[Still, she held him close for warmth, moving closer as the night went on, just needing him close, even though she had slept alone for years now. Just having someone this close to her was comforting and it felt safe here. She hoped that she wouldn't get any nightmares while sleeping this close to him. Maybe she was too tired for nightmares and be lucky for just one night.]

[Lelouch's own sleep is dreamless and content, not moving from where he's sleeping.

When the sun starts to rise, Lelouch burrows closer to Ryou, not wanting to wake up. His sleep had been some of the best he had had in a long time - deep and long, without an interruptions or nightmares.]

[She barely moves throughout the night and only has minimalist dreams, ones that were fleeting and she wasn't going to remember any of them in the morning. It was probably one of the more restful nights she's had in a long time.]

[She was still heavily entrenched in sleep, snuggling closer for warmth. However, when she does, she can feel his hair tickling her cheek, making her head turn to try and relieve the sensation.]

[It's the movement that finally causes Lelouch to stir in the early morning light. He was never one for mornings in the first place, after all.

He cracks an eye open, his lips already moving to tell C.C. to either 'settle down or get the hell out of his bed' when he stops.

Because that wasn't C.C.

His eyes open wider, even though he doesn't move, not wanting to startle Ryou. It takes a minute for his brain to catch up, an after affect to whatever they had been most likely drugged with as he stares at her, bringing a a hand to his head to rub at his temple in an vain attempt to ward off the headache he can already feel starting.

It takes a minute for last night to register in his brain, and he pales slightly. Not because of what they've done, far from it, as much as Lelouch wishes it hadn't happened that way, he wouldn't dare be the type of man his father was, but more for the matter that, for at least part of it, had been taken out of their hands.]

[Maybe it was him moving, even just a little bit, or maybe it was her waking up on her own with the beginnings of a headache. Whatever the reason, once the effects of sleep started wearing off, she began to realize that something was wrong here.]

[First problem: She was in a stranger's bed. It was a minor problem considering it was practically welcome to the places she had woken up to in the past, but nonetheless a problem since it implied that she didn't know immediately where she was.]

[Second problem: She didn't have any clothes on. It was a less common occurrence, as she would find herself in various states of undress after the spirit took over, but he never went as far to take off her underwear. Top, maybe skirt and pants once in a while, maybe, but never had her completely undressed. And the Ring was not around her neck, like usual. That was unsettling.]

[Third problem: There was someone else in the bed with her. That had never occurred before. She was usually alone when she slept. And, for the briefest second that she had her hand on the other person, she felt skin. Not any sort of cloth or armor, but skin. Warm, soft but a bit calloused in places, but definitely skin. That was even more unsettling if not outright terrifying.]

[Fourth and Final problem: She recognized the person she was in bed with. And he was just as naked as she was. And she felt sore in one place in particular.]

[You can understand her looking panicked and terrified, wanting to cry and scream and be sick all at the same time. She at least managed to scramble some blankets to cover herself, putting a bit in her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. This was still the palace after all. If she did scream and there were guards near by... well, it wouldn't be a pleasant experience for either of them.]

R-ryou...

[He almost makes a move as to reach for her, but he drops his hand before he can, unsure if his touch would be welcome or if it would cause her to scream. He recognizes her look after all, the look one gets when they're torn between fight or flight or even scream. Instead, he pushes himself up into a seating position, and moves away from her, in order to show her that he doesn't plan on doing anything.

He flounders for something to say, which is surprising, considering Lelouch normally has a way with words and can find something to say in any situation. ]

I'm sorry...

[Because he is. This isn't how this should have happened. And he hates himself for it.]

[She doesn't say anything, too traumatized by the situation to think of anything to say. She doesn't even want to look at him. He was one of the people that she had trusted the most here, even if most of his other past actions had said otherwise, she had thought that he would never allow for something like this to happen. And now that trust had been broken.]

[She doesn't even know if she wants to stay in the room any longer. She wonders if she should run away, get as far from here as possible. Would it even be safe to be left alone now, after what they had done?]

[She clutched tightly at the sheets, her face feeling hot, her eyes brimming with tears, her head hurting from the drug after-effects and trying to prevent herself from breaking down then and there.]

... Don't leave me alone like this. I don't... I don't trust myself like this... I-if I put the Ring back on when I'm like this... [She was fairly certain that there will be blood spilled. A lot of blood spilled.]

Of course.

[That's easily agreeable to, although he isn't sure that being in his company is the best thing for her.]

Would you like me to get you something?

[He would offer to get her a drink, but after what they had drank last night, he knows it wouldn't be a good idea. But he keeps his distance, afraid of upsetting her even more.]

[She didn't know if she wanted him to leave or not. If they did try to return to the outside world in this kind of state...]

[No, she wouldn't tell anyone about this. It was too hurtful, too painful. She didn't want anyone to know. She curled up tighter into the blankets, just feeling so small and scared at the moment.]

...W-we need.. to find our clothes first... o-or a shower. [She felt like she needed a shower first, but she knew that if she did so in her own room, she would break down instantly and someone was bound to find her or hear her and demand to know what was wrong, even though she couldn't say. She would never say.]

Let me get you a robe then.

[He slips from the bed, taking a moment to find his pants where they had been thrown to, before heading towards the closet and digging through it for a moment, before pulling one out and carrying it back towards the bed. He leaves it as close as he can without coming close to her and backs up a few steps. He wouldn't leave her alone, of course, but he would try to make her as uncomfortable as possible.]

I know it's not worth anything, Ryou, but... I apologize. Even if we weren't in control last night, I still should have stopped it.

[Which, he reflects, he's already completely failed at.

In an attempt to busy himself, and to give Ryou enough time to slip into the robe, he turns and beings to retrieve their discarded clothes, picking them up and folding them neatly, before he pauses, picking up a couple of discarded water bottles and glowering at them. There's a part of him that's tempted to toss them, but he decides to hold onto them, if only to have them tested to see what Milly had dosed them with.]

[She only briefly looked over at him to see if he had his back turned to her. Once she was completely sure he was, she reached for the offered robe, putting it on, tying and buttoning it as high and as low as it would allow. It did feel soft against her skin, and provided some warmth to her bare skin.]

[Keeping one hand tightly at the collar, she slipped down from the bed, immediately finding that she was very unsteady on her own feet. She gave it a minute or two before she was crouching down to pick up her own clothes, especially her underwear that was so carelessly discarded. She knew she kept the bra with the dress when she took it off last night. Though, being reminded of last night sent her into wanting to cry again from the little that she could remember. She still held tightly onto the robe, her knuckles white with her grip, but she still managed to walk towards him, knowing what she wants to do.]

[Cautiously, she wrapped her arms around him, hiding her face in his shoulder.]

...I just... want someone to hold me right now. Please, don't go. Anyone else is going to ask what's wrong a-and... You're the only one I feel like I can trust to not say anything...

[He froze, completely not expecting Ryou to wrap her arms around him. It took him a moment to relax, his own hand coming up to cover an arm and squeezing gently. There are no words to say how sorry he is that this all happened, even if he had been drugged just as much as she had been. He should have known better, he thought, especially since out of all of them, he knew the kinds of antics Milly was prone to do.

Although nothing she had pulled before had consequences like this.]

Of course, Ryou, whatever you need or want, if it's within my power to grant you, is your's.

[And he'll hesitate a second or so, before turning in her embrace and pulling her close.]

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Uncomfortable as possible? Yeah, you've done enough of that, Lulu :'D

... dammit. Even when I proofread I still miss stuff :<