I am TRULY in love with this game and the lore behind it. Beat the game last week... still not over it *sobs* even started a NG+ as I still need to process my first run.
Lies of P is my very first soulslike game ever and the lore was exquisite. It's been a while I haven't been so much into a game so congrats to the devs. Thanks to your artistic direction and lore, you made me play a type of video games I thought I'd never play. Actually, I enjoyed fighting the bosses and the satisfaction you get once you kick their butt is soooo good even though I might have raged a few times at some spots but nothing very significant hehe.
Here is a close-up because I want you to focus on the patterns I drew with my bare hand on his coat. No I'm not exaggerating... 🤥 *liar*
P's design is so lovely, I particularly enjoyed drawing his fluffy hair. Please let's protect the boy at any cost, he managed to touch my heart in the end 🥺
I might draw other Lies of P fanarts... still need to express my feelings towards the game.
My P in the NG+, doesn't he look good with those glasses?! Seems I have a thing for characters with glasses 🙈
Yes, he's an asshole at first, but if you give his route a chance, you see underneath all that hard exterior and everything that led for him to act and be that way in the first place. He isn't actually like that at all inside!! He cares so much and so fucking deeply; someone who actually hates his brother wouldn't have looked for him non-stop for three years. Or have gotten him matching gold earrings that Rio and him both still wear!! They have a 'I hate your guts, but I'd do anything for you' relationship. They're brothers. He was abused by the king several times physically and literally tortured and the queen both mentally and physically fucked up his views on things. Rio's mother was the only one that showed him love and understanding and even tried protecting Rio and his mother. He had to provide for himself when he was a KID. He didn't even get to have a childhood! Their brother is a psychopath who tried killing Rio and putting the blame on Silvio which the king's dumb ass believed! Because he hates Silvio! And through his route, he goes through such character development. Even to the point he finally decides to open up and be vulnerable with MC. He knew from the beginning that she was Belle and yet, still protected her and went through extra tribulations just to protect her. He actually doesn't even care for the glitz and glam! He wears all the fancy shit he does because it shows his wealth and power to other people so nobody fucks with him! This boy has gone so long without physical touch and someone who actually wants to see good for him that he pushes any and everybody away, for their sake! He says the opposite of what he means! He uses excuses to make up for his actions. Yes, he blamed Rio a lot through his route and pinned it all on that he just wants to annoy and take everything away from him that's his but in truth, he was trying to portray himself as The Bad Guy to keep himself from acknowledging his true feelings for both MC and his brother.
I probably missed A LOT because I'm just writing this at once on my phone but PLEASE give this boy a chance. He just wants to be loved and doesn't fully understand how to even do that. Money is all he's ever known that's been consistent and has gotten him everything he's ever wanted and needed. Now, he meets a woman with a pure heart, he finds his brother again and all he wants to do is protect them, even if that means he fails.
Silvio's character, in my unbiased opinion, story is so good once you get down to the nitty gritty of the core of his character, the relationships he's been around, the role he's played for years, and finally coming to terms that it's okay to be vulnerable and be loved.
I respect any all who may not like him, but I hope this rant, my entire blog and speaking to me could help you at all to understand and possibly love this puppy as much as I do. I love you all. <3
I had an idea and I feel like this is a gift to all the haters grown lovers of Silvio Ricci. This is for US!
genre: enemies to lovers, nsfw, fluff, mdni
warnings: fingering, praise kink, size kink, dirty talk, reassurance kink, cumming on thighs (?), wall sex, biting and marking, mentions of nipple play, female bodied reader
star banner by the lovely @/saradika
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Silvio hates you with a burning passion. It is not only the fact you are his brother's best friend, although that makes you annoying enough as it is. It's your attitude and the fact you stand up to him, the fact you snarl and bite back. It's the fact you puff out your chest and face him without backing down. It's the fact he cannot control you, the fact you are not like he thought you'd be.
Malleable and easily corrupted by money.
So when he ends up stuck with you on his boat thanks to a terrible stroke of luck? He thinks his chance couldn't get any worse.
You're a pain in the ass. Always there, wherever he goes, and it feels like he cannot grasp a hint of peace on his own boat. You ask questions and silly ones at that, you fight with him and question everything he says...
You are insufferable. But somehow these are still not the most annoying things about you.
Maybe what Silvio hates the most is how you hate him too, and how part of him wishes you'd give him a chance. Maybe it's the way you look at him, all fire and spice, a gaze that tugs at his centre and flares the heat in his chest.
Maybe he just hates how he wants you. How he craves your attention and aches for your smiles to be directed at him, instead of these resentful scowls and frowns he always gets.
And this time, as you stand before him, tall and proud in spite of your smaller stature, Silvio’s blood boils and for a moment he forgets himself, grabbing your face to make you look at him. His eyes flicker with both flames of anger and a burning desire to shut you up with his lips on yours.
“What are you-”
He leans over you, a threatening shadow that spills over you yet leaves you feeling neither scared nor endangered. His body so close to your own sparks fly between the two of you, his face so close too, you taste his breath on your tongue.
He is glad the two of you are the only ones on his ship. Glad no one is here to witness his tough facade crumbling for you.
“Who do you think you are talking to?” He hisses, words that are meant to cut through you like a blade but that instead light a spark of something wild and passionate inside of you.
A spark that turns into a wildfire the moment he decides he’s had enough of your talking, of your attitude and of the constant attraction you exert over him.
His lips crash over yours, in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. One that steals the air from your lungs and has your core melting in a pool of ardent need. Hate bleeds into desire as your hands tear at his clothes, shaking with pent up frustration and residual anger.
“You fucking annoy me, you know that?” You spit through gritted teeth, lips brushing over his as he claims them for another bruising kiss. And you forget about the sea around you, about the endless land of bottomless blue that sways the both of you.
Your back crashes against a wall, a gasp falling from your lips as Silvio’s hands spread on the wall on both sides of your head, caging you and pinning you under his gaze.
“Really? And do you kiss every man who annoys you, or is it just me?” He smirks, ocean eyes gleaming with pride. And you want to punch him, you want to wipe that smirk off of his face.
You want to mar his beautiful features so that maybe you won’t want him as much. But more importantly you want him to shut up. You want him to shut up and kiss you again, want him to roam his big manly hands up and down your curves, want his fingers to dig in your skin and-
“No sassy answer? You don’t feel like barking anymore?” He questions, and you glimpse a faint spark of surprise in his eyes.. Though you have to say, even you are surprised by your lack of response.
Your arms wrap around his neck, tugging him closer, “Shut up.” And this time you are the one to claim his lips as your own, swallowing the surprised gasp that comes from his throat and holding him there until he melts on your tongue.
A quiet moan slips from your lips as his hardening length presses against your clothed core, giving you a taste of what hides under his trousers. Every fiber of your being now desperate for his touch and what he has to offer.
“That’s a pretty sound y’make, but you haven’t answered my question,” He praises, voice smooth as water gliding over paved stones, dragging his lips over the shell of your ear. A shiver runs up your spine as his teeth lightly graze your earlobe, his breath cold on your heated skin, “Do you kiss every man who annoys you like this?”
“I-” A gasp escapes from your throat as his teeth now rake down the column of your throat to stop at your sweet pulsing point. You hope he doesn’t pick up on how fast your heart beats in your chest., or how heat rushes to your cheeks as your thighs brush together to appease the burning emptiness inside of you. An emptiness you wish he’d fill.
And you feel so silly for wanting him this much. Silvio Ricci has nothing of a man you could ever see yourself falling for. He is loud, obnoxious, bratty, flashy, selfish and-
“I’ll take this for a no.” He whispers, gaze holding yours, and you swear you catch the flutter of something gentle and kind in his eyes. Of something sweet and loving. A glimpse of the man he hides behind the gold dripping jewelry and the money.
“Shut-”
“D’you really want me to?” He says, a wicked grin on his kiss-bruised lips. “Because your dripping cunt is telling me otherwise.”
You don’t even have time for mortification to drip over you, any hint of shame gone the moment he slides your drenched panties to the side and dips a finger in your molten core. If it didn’t feel so good, maybe a part of you would have shied away at the lewd squelch of your arousal and his digit thrusting in and out of you.
But as he adds another finger, you have half a mind to wrap a leg around his hips, desperately clinging onto him like a lost woman at sea holding onto a parcel of wood.
Your thoughts melt in your mind as he curls inside of you, prodding and teasing at your sweetest spot.
“Ah-! Ungh-! Silvio!” You cry out in the dead of night, the two of you alone on the ever expanding sea with no other admirer than the moon and stars above you.
“See? For someone who barks so much, you’re pretty easy to please.” He whispers in your ear, trailing burning kisses down your nape, his other hand tearing your corsage and baring your breasts to the cool night air.
Your nipples harden under the bite of the wind, and his tongue feels like liquid fire as he licks at your supple skin and catches one nipple between his teeth. The last straw, the last it takes for him to drag a release out of you.
Your back arches off the wall, lips parting in a silent scream as white hot pleasure clouds your vision and wakes every nerve in your body. His fingers move at a steady pace inside of you to coax every last drop of your high from you. To leave you breathless and panting as you crash back down.
You barely register the gentle tap on your thigh, mind still hazy with the clouds of your release.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He asks, and you do as he says. A whine falling from your lips as he hoists you up with ease, pressing you against the wall, the wood soft behind your back.
All you hear through the fog is the sound of ruffling clothes and the unbuckling of a belt. You bite your bottom lip, blood infused with both sweet apprehension and the fire of desire as the tip of his cock prods at your entrance.
“Just relax for me, I’ll make this feel good, ‘kay?” He asks, blue eyes holding yours, his voice uncharacteristically gentle and caring. Your heart skips a beat in your chest.
A moment before this, Silvio had been nothing but hot anger and white hatred, yet no traces remained of the man you knew. His usual disdainful and tough exterior replaced by the features of an attentive man, one who wants nothing but to make sure you are comfortable.
One who wants to make sure you want him as much as he wants you.
And you do.
You nod, tightening your hold on him, brows furrowing and eyes clenching shut as he carefully sheathes himself between your folds, inch by inch to let you taste the sweet pain of his cock stretching you out.
He gives you time to adjust to his size, eyes attentive to any sign of discomfort on your part. And his heart melts in his chest as you breathe in and out through your nose, relaxing around him to welcome him amongst your tight warmth where he already feels at home.
“That’s good, keep doing that.” A moan spills from your lips at his words, pain slowly melting into pleasure as he attempts a first slow thrust.
His hips roll against yours in tides, waves of pleasure building in your core with every languid thrusts. Every fibre of your being alive with hot pleasure as he reaches new depths inside of you.
You have never felt so full. Never felt so right.
“Ah-! Don’t-Don’t stop!” Your nails dig into his skin, but you don’t care. Not when your next release is blooming inside of you.
“Ungh- Not-Not until you’ve come on this cock.” He groans, a shudder running through him as your walls clamp around his length, threatening to drag his own release out of him.
But he won’t let himself go until you’ve given him what he wants. Won’t stop until you’ve touched heaven and fallen back into his awaiting arms.
Only when your eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs quiver around him does Silvio allow himself to finish.
In an instant he slides out of you, leaving you painfully empty and cold. Your only comfort being the sight of him fisting his length in front of you, beautiful features twisting in pleasure as he paints your thighs a sticky white.
You lean back against the wall, the air filled with your pants and his. Features flushed with exertion.
Your eyes meet and you know things won’t ever be the same.
“Do you also fuck every person who annoys you like this?” You ask, chest falling and rising. A part of you hopes you are the only one.
He pauses, swallowing back a lie.
“I don’t.” He says, blue eyes not leaving yours, “Only you.”
Only ever you. It can be no one but you. Because no one makes me feel as infuriated as you do. No one makes me feel as disoriented and as idiotically pathetic as you do.
There would be times you both will make efforts to go and visit Rhodolite for political talks for Silvio or just as a treat for you.
While visiting the city of roses, you both visited a tavern Silvio had taken you to before, one he's endorsed with his own funds. A few drinks, a few laughs; he left you alone but for a moment to talk to the owner of the establishment. But in the small time he's left you alone, another man tries his luck with you.
This man must have had a death wish. Silvio would punch a man square in the jaw for you. You heard me right, he doesn't tolerate other people hitting on you or disrespecting you in his presence or vicinity.
Yeah, you'll get mad at him for it later because violence doesn't solve anything if talking is an option. Normally you could handle yourself, yet you were too kind. This situation grew different.
The guy swung their arm AROUND YOUR WAIST like you were HIS and started to speak sweetly to you, offering to leave the place together.
Oh how your kindness to avoid not coming off rude was constantly misconstrued. Not only did they disrespect you but it was a clear disrespect for Silvio too.
He came back scowling, his hand tapping the poor sucker on the shoulder. "Hey, you," the second the man turned around, a swift punch of jewelled rings collided with his nose. "Keep ya dirty paws to ya self!" No fucking touching the merchandise! Can look, not touch!
Normally, you would've been mad at him but you actually let out a sigh in relief, thankful for Silvio to have arrived in time.
Maybe it was the drinking you both indulged in tonight, maybe it was how he smiled at you after punching the guy into unconsciousness.
Yes, he's an asshole at first, but if you give his route a chance, you see underneath all that hard exterior and everything that led for him to act and be that way in the first place. He isn't actually like that at all inside!! He cares so much and so fucking deeply; someone who actually hates his brother wouldn't have looked for him non-stop for three years. Or have gotten him matching gold earrings that Rio and him both still wear!! They have a 'I hate your guts, but I'd do anything for you' relationship. They're brothers. He was abused by the king several times physically and literally tortured and the queen both mentally and physically fucked up his views on things. Rio's mother was the only one that showed him love and understanding and even tried protecting Rio and his mother. He had to provide for himself when he was a KID. He didn't even get to have a childhood! Their brother is a psychopath who tried killing Rio and putting the blame on Silvio which the king's dumb ass believed! Because he hates Silvio! And through his route, he goes through such character development. Even to the point he finally decides to open up and be vulnerable with MC. He knew from the beginning that she was Belle and yet, still protected her and went through extra tribulations just to protect her. He actually doesn't even care for the glitz and glam! He wears all the fancy shit he does because it shows his wealth and power to other people so nobody fucks with him! This boy has gone so long without physical touch and someone who actually wants to see good for him that he pushes any and everybody away, for their sake! He says the opposite of what he means! He uses excuses to make up for his actions. Yes, he blamed Rio a lot through his route and pinned it all on that he just wants to annoy and take everything away from him that's his but in truth, he was trying to portray himself as The Bad Guy to keep himself from acknowledging his true feelings for both MC and his brother.
I probably missed A LOT because I'm just writing this at once on my phone but PLEASE give this boy a chance. He just wants to be loved and doesn't fully understand how to even do that. Money is all he's ever known that's been consistent and has gotten him everything he's ever wanted and needed. Now, he meets a woman with a pure heart, he finds his brother again and all he wants to do is protect them, even if that means he fails.
Silvio's character, in my unbiased opinion, story is so good once you get down to the nitty gritty of the core of his character, the relationships he's been around, the role he's played for years, and finally coming to terms that it's okay to be vulnerable and be loved.
I respect any all who may not like him, but I hope this rant, my entire blog and speaking to me could help you at all to understand and possibly love this puppy as much as I do. I love you all. <3
Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors.
Emma: ".........."
Silvio: "Yeah, I'll mediate the next business deal. I know a good jeweler for that."
Emma: ".........."
Silvio: "Since the weather in that sea area is unpredictable, it's better to use a different route."
Emma: ".........."
Silvio: "I'm willing to invest, but I expect a proper return for it."
(There's no sign of it ending at all!)
After Silvio slipped away, I couldn't even get close due to the wall people had built.
Still, I managed to approach a part of it, but when our eyes briefly met in the crowd, I received a provocative gaze, making me suspect it was intentional.
(It's frustrating. I wanted to celebrate more than anyone else in this room.)
(And yet, the people here keep talking endlessly about diplomacy and business deals.)
(That's not a celebration. It's just official business disguised as a birthday.)
He was constantly smiling and responding, but I knew it was just a facade.
I clenched my fist every time I heard their conversations, thinking I could've given him a much better celebration.
------------Flashback------------
Silvio: "You want to celebrate with me? Then don't give up until you give me everything you got."
---------Flashback Ends---------
(I've made up my mind.)
(There's not much time left for his birthday. He should’ve completed his official duties by now.)
If I continued to watch silently, nothing would happen.
Above all, Silvio himself seemed to be yearning for a wholehearted celebration.
------------Flashback------------
Rio: “You shouldn’t yield to that flashy guy or other people.”
Rio: “You can say this to him if you want: As my fiancée, you need to obey me and give me your time!”
---------Flashback Ends---------
(Alright.)
I took a deep breath and pushed through the crowd, trying to break through the wall that separated me from him. Finally, I managed to get closer to the guest of honor.
He was talking with what appeared to be a merchant, but he turned around, perhaps noticing my creeping presence.
Silvio: “*sigh* Your hair is all messed up一”
I grabbed his collar and forcefully pulled him closer, silencing him by kissing his lips.
Silvio: “!?”
Silvio: “What are you...? You bastard...”
Emma: “Happy birthday, Prince Silvio. This is my gift to you.”
To further surprise him, I kissed him again while he remained frozen.
Then a murmur ran through the once lively venue.
(I want to run away now!)
But it seemed I wasn’t the only one thinking that as he carried me in his arms, his face turning red.
As expected一No, his reaction was even quicker than I anticipated.
Without glancing at anyone around him, we swiftly left the venue.
Silvio: “What the hell are you thinking, you idiot!?”
That was his words when we returned to his room.
Despite his shouting, his bright red face made the word "idiot" feel sweet.
Emma: "I told you it was a gift!"
Emma: "God, you're so shy!"
Silvio: "Who are you saying that to, you damn woman?"
He messed up my already disheveled hair even further, ruffling it vigorously.
I was afraid to look in the mirror, but...
(There were definitely results.)
Emma: "If I did that in public, I knew you would react this way."
Silvio: "You...!"
Emma: "Are you mad at me?"
Silvio: "Of course not. I'm just..."
He sighed and gently placed me in front of the mirror.
(Ah...)
I saw my face completely red, even to my ears, making it impossible to tease him.
(I thought I was keeping calm!)
Silvio: "Don't make that kind of face in public. It's making me want to pounce on you."
Emma: "I-I'm sorry."
Silvio: ".........."
Emma: ".........."
He fixed my hair, and our eyes met in the mirror.
After gazing at each other for a while, he bursts into laughter.
Silvio: "Alright, alright, I give up. Sorry for teasing you."
(He did it on purpose!)
Silvio: "From now on, I'll give you all my attention."
Emma: "Really? But you still have guests."
Silvio: "You're more important than any guest."
Silvio: "Besides, I'm sure everyone took the hint."
(I'm afraid of the rumors that will circulate tomorrow, but more than that, I'm happy.)
Emma: "Prince Silvio, aren't you tired?"
Silvio: "I'm not tired, so bring me the cake already."
Emma: "Why would there be a cake?"
Silvio: "There's no way you wouldn't get me one for my birthday."
Silvio: "I'm hungry, so hurry up and feed me."
Emma: "Is that the reason you didn't eat much?"
Silvio: "It'd bother me if I couldn't eat your food."
(Geez!)
He arrogantly sat on the sofa, but his expression, unlike when he was surrounded by people, was relaxed and full of joy.
(I knew he had to be like this.)
Emma: "I suppose I have no choice. Today, I'll spoon-feed you."
Silvio: "*sigh* Is that all? It's not enough, you know?"
Emma: "What? Do you want me to feed you mouth-to-mouth?"
Silvio: "Why did you think of something like that? Well, maybe it's not a bad idea."
Emma: "It's a bad idea!"
Silvio: "Don't you dare challenge the birthday boy."
Beckoning me to come closer, he pulled my hand, causing me to fall into his chest, and lifted my chin.
Silvio: "I told you earlier to give me everything you got."
Emma: “Ah...”
Silvio: “Just so you know, I won’t let you sleep until you’ve completely celebrated with me.”
I’m not a child not to know what he was trying to say.
Emma: “All right. As you wish.”
(Now that I finally have his time, I’ll show him what a heartfelt celebration truly means.)
Afterward, I handed over a sweet and salty flavored cake, which I’d made after many failed attempts, along with a handmade embroidered amulet pouch that one would make and give to someone before they went out to sea.
My gift may seem modest compared to the others, but he received it with the utmost delight.
And for just how delighted he was...
Emma: “I can’t believe it.”
Silvio: “Ha?”
Emma: “Isn’t it already morning?”
Silvio: “Yeah.”
(I never imagined we would do such things throughout the night.)
Just the slightest movement was enough to cause the honey to spill out between my legs.
He hugged me from behind, still feeling overwhelmed by fatigue that prevented me from getting up.
However, he was moving his hands on my legs seductively despite caressing my whole body last night.
Emma: "Your birthday is over."
Silvio: "It's not over until I say it's over."
(If he enjoyed our time together so much, it truly brings credit to being his fiancée.)
I laughed, and he buried his face in my neck, licking my skin.
I let out an embarrassingly sweet moan, even though my voice should've been hoarse by now.
Silvio: "I tasted a lot of you last night, but you're still so sweet."
Emma: "Prince Silvio..."
(Just a slight touch is making me feel so hot. My body is really acting up right now.)
I squirmed, and he placed his hand on my head, preventing me from moving.
Silvio: "I won't stop."
Silvio: "This gift belongs to me, and I won't let you take it away. If you understand, get ready to be loved."
Emma: "I don't want to."
Silvio: "Ha?"
Emma: "Because it's your birthday."
Silvio: "So what?"
Emma: "In other words..."
Emma: "It's you who should be loved."
(I've already received more than enough love.)
I turned around and kissed him.
I no longer felt shame and had no hesitation in intertwining my tongue with his.
Silvio: "You've become quite the erotic kisser, huh?"
Emma: "Whose fault do you think that is?"
I deliberately furrowed my eyebrows, and he laughed seductively.
That expression was something I was sure the numerous guests couldn’t bring out of him.
(He sincerely prefers me instead of a grand celebration surrounded by many people.)
(That’s the reason I can’t help but fall in love with him.)
I repeatedly nibbled on his lips and cupped his cheeks with my hands.
Emma: “I might just kidnap you next year.”
Silvio: “*sigh* I’ll make a special exception and allow it.”
Emma: “Don’t regret those words later, okay?”
(I won’t hold back or give him any more consideration.)
(I’m confident I’ll make him happier than anyone else on his birthday.)
A/N: It was SUCH a close poll but Clavis managed to beat out both Gilbert and Cyran to win so he is the Prince suitor for @aquagirl1978 and my Summer Days Sultry Nights CCC.
The prompt was "Sundress"
I wanted to experiment a little with form. I had written one Leonardo fic last year that was only dialogue and wanted to try it again.
modiste: a fashionable milliner or dressmaker
WC: ~500
“Clavis? Could you come here a moment, please?”
“Is my lovely wife missing me already? I haven’t even left the room yet!”
“Clavis.”
“Alright little lamb, I’m coming. Oh dear, am I allowed behind the changing screen? I may see something I shouldn’t and my, wouldn’t that be scandalous.”
“Clavis, we’re married.”
“Ah yes, and what a dream it’s been since the wedding. I have a particularly fond memory of sneaking off during the reception and–”
“Clavis!”
“I’m here, Mrs. Lelouch and…….ah…..oh dear. Oh dearie me. What have you done?”
“Please help me. When I tried it on at the modiste, she helped me with all the straps. She made it seem so easy to get into this damned dress but now…..I think I’ve made a mess of it.”
“Hmm. I am quite certain that you are exposing body parts that are exclusively for the blessed eyes of your beloved husband and no one else. Let me just tuck that back–”
“Clavis, you have to fix the whole dress. Not just squish me into some of it! Also that hurts. They’re attached, you know.”
“Are they? I should feel again just to be sure and- ouch! My little bunny turns violent. It’s quite charming how fiery you are.”
“I will swat your hands away if you try that again. I just need- oof– help untwisting these straps here. I believe some of them should go across that way.”
“My, who knew garments could be so complex. Where is the style of simplicity?"
“Says the man who wears seven belts.”
“Only on occasion. Now be a sweetheart and bend your arm like so. Just….further down, darling.”
“My arm doesn’t bend that way!”
“Wait…wait…ah, I believe this particular strap goes like this. Much better. I should consult with your modiste when constructing my next trap. She appears to be a natural.”
“She would never. She is a lady.”
“So were you and I still managed to capture your heart, charm you until you couldn’t bear to be without me, fill your nights with dreams of Lelouchian delight.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake.”
“Your tone notwithstanding, I know you are thrilled to be Mrs. Lelouch. And would Mrs. Lelouch care to duck underneath this strap, watch your head. Ah. My, my, would you look at that. It really IS a beautiful dress.”
“You did it!”
“Of course I did. I am a man of my word and also, I’m an incredibly talented– Mmmph.”
“You’re leaving me quite breathless, sweetheart. My eyes close and you kiss me, my eyes open and I see you in this positively marvelous dress with oh so much back exposed. I hardly know what to do with myself.”
“Husband.”
“Yes, my lovely wife.”
“You were able to wrangle me into this ordeal of a dress…..”
“Mmm hmm.”
“How about you now wrangle me out of it?”
“Oh?........Oh. OH. With the greatest of pleasure, my dear. The GREATEST of pleasure.”
So soothing and comforting to him as the two of you lie in bed, his arms around your waist and your back to his chest, his nose buried in your nape. His embrace tightens as he brings you closer still, inhaling deeply, the familiar scent of your skin the first thing he wakes up to. And the thing that makes him dread the time he will have to get up and carry on with his day.
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