[fic] the prince will take the bride away part deux

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(you miss your princess even when you shouldn't)

 

On her seventeenth summer, seven years that she's known Suzaku, Leloucia allows Suzaku to crawl through her window and gain access into her bedroom. It's a bit crazy and stupid, but they both don't care. Or, at least, she doesn't care. It's not like Euphemia is here to complain anyway (she's gone off to France this year, suddenly exclaiming that she wanted to go to a boarding school.)

No, she won't think of Euphemia, or that time.

Suzaku looks around the room, obviously admiring the neatness and then gulps when he sees the bed. "Are you sure about this, Leloucia? I mean, we'll be married in a year and -"

Leloucia shuts him up with a brief kiss and leads him towards the bed; she doesn't have any patience for his uprightness now. "Suzaku, I want you. I don't want to wait a whole year for this."

He'll be gone in a few days, back to Japan and soon she'll only have the memories of his smiling face. So, this year, before he leaves, Leloucia wants to taste him, touch him, so that she can wrap herself in memories of him when the longing grows too great.

"I - I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to do this," Suzaku admits and blushes, suddenly looking down at their still joined hands. "Are you- I mean, I don't have a cond-"

"I am on the pill," Leloucia replies and grins a bit at his totally surprised expression. "Suzaku, we have been together for years, didn't you think I'd make some precautions?"

He swallows. "Um, I guess that makes sense." Suzaku doesn't look at her, though he's still holding her hand.

"Yeah." Suddenly she feels nervous too. And the whole idea strikes her as a bit stupid - it was so easy in her head, she'd kiss Suzaku and then they'd undress and he would -

She turns red. But decides to take matters into her hands, anyway. "Um, should I take off my clothes first? Or," she frowns,"leave them on?"

It was so easy with Euphy that time, she just -

Suzaku just looks terribly, terribly confused. "Eh? You want to have s-do that with your clothes on?"

"Argh," Leloucia sighs and lets go of Suzaku's hand,"Um, you can lie down. On the bed."

"But-"

"Just do it, Suzaku."

Suzaku frowns, but lies down on the bed, the bed creaking slightly under his weight as he does so. "Wh-what are you exactly planning to do, Leloucia?"

God, why is he so nervous? Why is he always so nervous? Why am I nervous? Leloucia thinks and deplores the fact that things between her and Suzaku - at least when it comes to kissing and now this - are never as easy the games she used to play with Euphy.

She just had to don a hat with feathers and wield a plastic silver sword, and Euphy came fluttering over to her, smile on her face.

"I will just -" Leloucia is red in the face as she says it, but her voice is firm,"I will just take off my panties and … ride you."

Maybe that will work, she thinks. She could hover over Suzaku like Euphy did (when she stole a kiss from Leloucia at nights) and -

"B-but- just like that?" Suzaku sits up again, and Leloucia suddenly feels like dying. She can't believe what she just said a minute ago. And Suzaku is still frowning. "I mean, wouldn't that hurt terribly?"

"Why are you making this - so so … awkward, Suzaku?" Leloucia finally says and sits down next to him (he's still sitting up, now supporting his weight with his hands.)

"I am sorry, it's my first time too - and I don't really know how you're …" He looks away, obviously embarrassed,"I dunno. I am just nervous. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise, you -" she laughs and suddenly she really thinks that it's fine - them both being nervous and scared and afraid. Because, oddly, it seems right. Better than – that time, that crazy time where she was too aroused to fight back, to scared to say no, too freaked out to do anything.

"Maybe we should just kiss," Suzaku suggests and Leloucia, for once, is grateful that Suzaku sees things so simply. She leans back and kisses him, the nervous knot in her stomach immediately untangling at the feel of his soft and warm lips.

Suzaku kisses her back - actually just presses his lips against hers and buries his hand in her hair. He's still shy, Leloucia can tell. So she forces his mouth open, by nibbling his bottom lip.

It's still clumsy and wet between them (Euphy was always so good at this, Leloucia thinks but shudders too). Because while it felt good with her, it was wrong, wrong, wrong, it feels better with him because this is Suzaku's tongue and Suzaku's mouth and Suzaku's nose brushing against hers. Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to feel self-hatred for the morning after.

She will not spend nights upon nights between crying and laughing after this, touching herself and shivering, thinking of pink hair and eyes that were sad, too sad for -

It's natural, something she's really wanted. Yes, she wants him, Leloucia thinks as their kisses grow less clumsy, but more passionate and their bodies press against each other, Suzaku hands now fully wrapped against her waist and his tongue so warm, so hot -

When she breaks the kiss, Leloucia notices that his face is flushed and that his eyes are burning; she stands up and unzips her dress, lets it fall to the floor and watches him as she does so, sees how his eyes widen at the sight of her naked body -

(Did she look at Euphy the same way - with the same hunger and admiration and love as Suzaku is now?)

"I wanted to avoid the usual problems with bras and panties-" Leloucia finds herself unable to speak all of a sudden and then covers her breasts with her hands. She's not quite sure she wants him to look at her like that.

Because it's too much like her and Leloucia has tried forgetting the entire summer what she (her kisses, her hands, her face) was like.

"You're so beautiful - don't be shy," Suzaku says and pulls her down, shifting so that he's on top of her now. "I - "

"You talk too much, Suzaku." Leloucia says and looks away, not liking it how she's all naked and Suzaku is still dressed.

"Ah, I'll - take off my clothes then?" And he's flushing again and scratching his head. Leloucia rolls her eyes and Suzaku - who knows her well enough to know what that means - starts taking off his.

When he's finally naked and Leloucia feels she could die from the embarrassment (of lying there naked like some stupid rag doll or whatever while her boyfriend is fumbling over his clothes for too long), Suzaku says. "I'm done. I mean, I'm -"

"Shut up and just - well you know," Leloucia says and looks up the ceiling. She isn't quite … ready to look at a naked Suzaku yet (she suddenly thinks how strange it is, them like this - when two summers ago, they were both still too shy to kiss each other for too deeply, too afraid to even holds hand too long.)

But from what she can see is that Suzaku is taller, skin tanned where hers was pale, and Leloucia closes her eyes and wonders why the fuck she's thinking about her all the time.

He kisses her again and that's when Leloucia stops thinking, stops thinking about Suzaku's nakedness or the fact that he's climbing on top of her, settling himself between her legs and -

Suzaku enters her slowly, but it's not slow enough and a burning pain runs through Leloucia's body -

(and she thinks how Euphy was wrong, because the one thing Euphy didn't take from her was this, and she feels anger rise up within her because this is the only thing she can give Suzaku that has not been had by Euphy.)

Even if she gave everything willingly to Euphy, Leloucia realises and suddenly she lets out a hiss and Suzaku stops-

"Are you fine?" Suzaku sounds really worried and Leloucia touches his cheek with her hand. God, he's adorable even now - even when a part of his body is -

"It hurts," Leloucia says through gritted teeth and feels like pushing Suzaku away from her (who's trembling and obviously trying his best not to just slam into her).

"Sh-should I pull out?" his voice is shaky, but he sounds concerned and Leloucia feels -

remember when he finally makes love to you that you were mine first -

that she really wants to do this with him, because Euphy was not right, and a game is only a game. Even if reality hurts and is awkward and messy. "No, just … take it slow."

"O-okay," Suzaku half-says, half-whispers and starts moving. Slowly. The bed is creaking and Leloucia feels it's kind of … she doesn't know.

It's not like that other time. There's no despair from Suzaku's side as he whispers "I love you" and "you feel good" against her ear or meets her lips in a kiss every now and then - his mouth not devouring, but caressing and gentle.

He's too gentle, Leloucia thinks and feels guilty because she doesn't deserve gentleness, not when she (played so much with her sister, fooled her into believing that princesses and princes were real until she snapped).

Leloucia doesn't feel the crazy-scary-painful arousal from that time; it no longer hurts to have Suzaku's cock thrusting in and out of her, but it's far from exploding stars or something like that (not like Euphy's finger inside of her). It's just him moving and Leloucia feeling a little less pain, a little less discomfort the more Suzaku moves inside of her -

His rhythm is clumsy, awkward. He doesn't seem to know what do with his hands: they're holding her hips for one second, then touching her breasts, then back on her waist and Leloucia nearly giggles because it's so funny.

Suzaku is cute and adorable and makes her heart flutter even in this kind of situation (she feels like protecting him all of a sudden because he's too cute, and she never wants see that face look sad. Ever).

So, in spite of the awkwardness, Leloucia l-no, loves it because she's close to him now, knows that the little moans he's whispering into her ear and the way he's suddenly picking up on pace - a desperate edge to it now - is becauseshe makes him feel good. And that's the only thing she can do for him now (the thing she couldn't do for Euphy).

Suzaku shudders as he comes, collapsing on her chest, his nose nuzzling her neck and his hot breath is on her skin; Leloucia allows him to rest there, holds on to him and closes her eyes, regret filling her being, wishing this really had been -

her first time.

"Do you regret doing it?" Suzaku whispers against her forehead later as she's resting her head on his chest. "I'm sorry, I was kind of … bad."

He sounds apologetic, and Leloucia looks up at him, thinking how much she really likes him. And how she wishes - he really didn't have to go back tomorrow.

Leloucia can't help herself and giggles. "It was our first time, you fool. And … first times aren't supposed to be perfect."

And they are not supposed to be between sisters, in a deceased relative's room.

Suzaku frowns. "I wished -"

"You can do better on our wedding night," Leloucia says teasingly as she brushes some of the hair away from his forehead.

"I have to wait that long?"

"Hmm, depends on how you well you beg. If you beg enough, I might let you do it again."

She will let him do it again, even if he doesn't beg.

But Suzaku doesn't give her time to finish because he's kissing her again and again. And Leloucia, though she's sweaty and tired and aching down there, can't stop him, doesn't even mind it because she's finally no longer playing a game that has run out of control.

(the princess is finally back)

Euphy comes back from France two days before her sister's wedding. She doesn't want to, but her Father -

You should, at least, be there for Leloucia's wedding. It's a grand event, and it would be unbecoming of you not to attend.

Euphy keeps her distance from Leloucia (they talk now, they still do, but Leloucia is wary of being alone with her, and even keeps her bedroom door locked).

It's funny because it means the prince needs protecting from the princess now - or has she become a dragon? - Euphemia wonders.

An intruder. Someone who soiled her sister's chastity, stole a kiss from her every night under the pretence of a game (a game that both her and Leloucia were so good at playing, good enough that they never knew when to stop crossing the line).

A year should have been enough, Euphy thinks. A year, in which she learnt more about feeling good from her roommate (a gorgeous blonde with curvy hips and a full bosom, a body that Euphy's lips have touched and kissed and licked-)

But Euphy can't forget, not entirely. Because, as she watches Leloucia with Suzaku now - both of them dancing and laughing (he has stepped on her toe, and she is chiding him gently) - she still feels like the seven-year-old Euphy who only wants Leloucia (her smart and beautiful sister) to play with her.

Suzaku hands are wrapped … very familiarly around her sister's waist, and the way he looks at her (playfully, lovingly, affectionately) and the way Leloucia licks her lips, turns her face on that side and then looks back at him tells her that -

Leloucia keeps the doors to her bedroom locked at night, so that they can play.

Only that it's not a game to them, is it? Because Suzaku won't have to pretend the morning after that it was only a dream.

And Euphemia thinks that she hates them both - the dragon for stealing her prince and the prince for deserting her - yet loves them dearly: Suzaku because he was always kind and smiling and Leloucia because she was her smart and beautiful sister who'd always patted her head and hugged her when she'd cried.

(tomorrow the bride will leave the house)

Her wedding, Leloucia thinks, was a beautiful affair. Her father really did not shy away from making it as extravagant as possible and she believes that she even saw pride in his eyes as she linked hands with Suzaku and became -

rightfully his. And his only.

Suzaku is asleep now, his breathing calm as she watches him from the corner of the room.

They made love like giddy children tonight, laughing and joking when Suzaku accidentally ripped her dress open, and they both tumbled awkwardly down the bed, Suzaku hitting his forehead against hers and groaning out in pain.

But the laughter turned into ecstasy as he entered her, driving into her again and again - Leloucia wrapping her legs around his hips, wanting every bit of him and only him as he made her feel so good, so hot and hard inside of her.

Leloucia sighs. This really has to be the fault of the wine she's drunk tonight. She is so light-headed today.

Almost.

Because there is one thing that has been bothering her, since Euphemia came back and Leloucia, though she was happy with Suzaku - letting him crawl in through her window, like a desperate Romeo those few days before the wedding, them making love till morning and then joking about how "proper and well-behaved" they were - Leloucia couldn't quite deny that seeing her again -

(her Euphy, her little princess)

Leloucia realised that she'd missed Euphy.

As Leloucia looks at her room, watching the sleeping Suzaku (who'll probably not wake up until noon because, though he is fast and strong, he is a light-weight when it comes to alcohol), she knows that this is the last night she could really be -

a prince and Euphemia her princess.

Quietly, on tiptoe, she walks towards the door, turns the knob (they didn't bother to lock the door tonight, both of them too drunk on love and happiness to care about such trivial details.)

Euphemia- no, Euphy - is still not asleep but sitting up in bed. She is wearing a white nightgown, her pink hair loose, making her look much younger and more vulnerable than her seventeen years (so grown up already, the little brat who'd run screaming in circles from imaginary monsters has blossomed into a fine young lady).

"I want to be your prince for the last time today," Leloucia says, her tone gentle. "Tomorrow I -"

She wants to say sorry, apologise for the sadness and grief that she's cast over Euphy (she's made her cry, night after night, hasn't she?). Leloucia has already lost a sister (cute little Nunnally), and she doesn't want to lose Euphy too.

Euphy silences her and nods. "Tomorrow your real prince will take you away, I know."

"Euphy-" Leloucia starts, but -

"I," Euphy is kissing her now, gently - the way she did as a young girl, stealing kisses from Leloucia at night,"always knew that this would happen, you know?"

And it is the truth. She's known it from the first time since Suzaku (Suzu, the stupid dragon) first appeared in Leloucia's life, smiling so stupidly and winning her sister's heart, that Leloucia would never really be hers. "But, admit before you leave me now, that you liked playing those games as much as I did."

"I always knew that was the only way we could -" Leloucia starts and then smiles. She sees that Euphy understands her, that she is finally smiling (the same smile that she used to wear on her face as a little girl). "I was always awake when you kissed me at night."

Euphie deserves that much from her, at least. "And I allowed you to-"

"Can you - you pretend for tonight that you married me - that's it our wedding night?" Euphy says, stopping Leloucia from trying to explain herself (the illogical need to touch and kiss her sister, when she had a boy, now a husband, whom she really loved).

Leloucia smiles. "We don't have to pretend. It is ourwedding night too, tonight."

And, because it is the last time they will ever play this game (she will be only Suzaku's from tomorrow onwards), it is Leloucia who pushes Euphy down the bed tonight and kisses her lovingly, hands caressing the gentle curve of Euphy's breasts, tongue tasting the salty sweat on her skin, and, as she kisses Euphy all over her body (both of their nightgowns on the floor now and only the moonlight falling into the room), she remembers a story.

about a little girl who loved Indian films and always dreamed about her prince

(a prince who'd be carried away by a dragon one day).

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