Wishing Rock Code Geass: Lelouche's New Interest

C.C.’s eyebrow quirked at the phrase and she opened her mouth to comment, only to see Lelouch had turned his back to her, once again focused completely the computer and his intricate plans within plans.

She sighed as she fell back upon the bed, “You’re so seriously minded, Lelouch. I wish you were more focused on pleasurable things.” She paused as she gazed up at the slowly turning ceiling fan. “Like… pizza!”

The rock ignored her addendum, focusing entirely upon her sentence beginning with the words: I wish. Its immense power flared into the ether, rewriting the workings of this universe with ease.

Lelouch found his intense concentration on the schematic of the Tokyo Settlement’s Sector 4 support structure wane. Lazily he hung his head to the side and his eyes fell upon C.C.’s casually spread legs. He hadn’t noticed before but she was only wearing one of his white button downs and he could see quite a lot of her silky white thighs. He felt his pants grow uncomfortable as he idly thought she looked like a girl desperately in need of a fuck. Not for the first time, he regretted the fact that his power didn’t work on C.C.

He stood up, feeling a bit of relief as his erection found some room. He walked to the side bringing the glimpse of C.C.’s white panties in view as he casually remarked, “You got the pizza like that? You know people are going to think I’m sleeping with you, right?” He filled his voice with annoyance but in truth he liked that idea immensely. The way she generally stayed sequestered in his room when she wasn’t off doing mysterious things would give the impression she was some sort of sex ****. He carefully did not smirk at that last little fantasy.

C.C. sat up, drawing her legs together and depriving him of his view, “So? Other people’s thoughts are as varied as they are generally wrong. So long as no one is thinking that you’re harboring a fugitive from Britannia, it’s of little consequence.”

Lelouch rubbed his chin, “I suppose you’re right. In fact, I believe its high past the time in which we take action in capturing the narrative rather than just leaving the explanation for your presence here up to chance.” His arousal was definitely affecting his thoughts at this point but he didn’t mind.

The emerald haired girl collapsed onto her shoulder as she held a piece of pizza over her head, studying it as if it were a precious jewel rather than bread covered in cheese and tomato sauce, “Oh? Do tell?” her voice filled with mock interest.

He watched her slender legs join her on the bed and especially the way his shirt rode up higher as she folded them to the side, “Well, seeing as how you’ve already shaped the issue. We might as well continue with it rather than pursue another. Given that scenario, my room seems to suspiciously lack any of the auditory evidence of such a relationship.”

Her head turned to him, the pizza set aside. Her eyes gleamed with interest as she spoke louder than necessary and with a delicious moan, “OOOhh Lelouch!” The passion in her voice was undeniable and Lelouch shifted uncomfortably as his erection swelled. He coughed and turned to the side as she giggled before asking in a normal tone, “Something like that?