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"I hardly believe this is necessary." Amber eyes narrowed, full lips set in an emotionless drawl.
Scoffing, Lelouch pocketed the slender silver key into his ebony jeans. His violet hues smoldered, his hand now resting on his cocked hip. A strange satisfaction was welling in his intestines as he evaluated his handiwork; the situation he so wonderfully put that cursed witch into. With a smirk, Lelouch mocked her from the side of his bed. "I was serious when I ordered you to never leave my room without permission. I don't play around, C.C."
A rare spark of emotion shot through her face. C.C. wriggled her slender wrists above her head, the heavy metal of the handcuffs clanking against the wooden headboard of her accomplice's bed. For all the times she could have chosen to take a nap, she just so happened to select the day that Lelouch decided to take advantage of her sleeping patterns. It was so obvious that he couldn't restrain her when she was conscious; no... he was too physically unable to do that, so he opted instead to do it while she was in her most vulnerable state. It was low... even for him.
"Neither do I." C.C.'s wrists were starting to lose feeling. How long had she been like this? "Release me this instant or you are going to regret your actions, Lelouch."
A delicate eyebrow arched. "Will I now?" Climbing onto the bed, the mattress squeaking under his added weight. He crawled towards her and straddled her splayed body. With a derisive sneer, he met her infuriated gaze. "I fail to see what a person in your condition could do to give me any feelings of regret." A long spidery finger nudged her dainty chin upwards.
The more he drank in the witch's state, the more Lelouch began to realize how helpless indeed she was. For the first time in their entire acquaintance, C.C. was completely at his mercy. This feeling... this feeling of utter power was one that he had taken a liking to. "You are in no position to be making demands." With his legs keeping her thighs still, there wasn't a way in the world the immortal could fight back; stopping him from doing as he pleased. "I am in complete control."
Even when his fingertips started to explore the curve of her jaw, C.C. remained silent. With time, she had regained the proper hold on her emotions, burying her previous and visible displeasure under a mask of nonchalance. Though concealed, it did not mean she was inwardly blank. In fact, she was incredulous, almost to a degree frightened by Lelouch's words and actions. Never had he taken such interest in her - never had anyone, for that matter- and the sudden attraction was making her uneasy. She was becoming aware of the changes in her body; her accelerating heartbeat, the sweat forming at the nape of her neck, the sudden dryness of her mouth... C.C. hadn't felt a multitude of these sensations in years.
This new surge of adrenaline... it was absolutely intoxicating.
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