[fic] Love, Or Maybe, War ii

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Leloucia is forced to obey his rhythm when he thrusts up - he's stronger than her, and so she can't help but pace the movements of her own hips down to meet his thrusts. They're gentle, in a way she's never really known - why isn't he bucking into her wildly, grunting and heaving deep breaths and working toward his own release? And kissing her again, even - she feels impatience tighten her throat, and, in a weak moment (when he's buried all the way inside, and has his eyes closed in pleasure, and is mouthing silent moans against her lips), she gives him a shove - hard enough for him to fall back, and she's upon him, pushing him down by the shoulders and moving up with him - changing the angle, and oh that feels nice, too.

"No," she says, and then pulls up both of his hands and guides them to her waist, then grinds down, down until her clit is pressed flat against his pubic bone, and she moans, rocking back and forth a little to rub herself against him, feeling his cock tug at her walls, pressing against the front wall then back before she puts both of her feet on the bed, raises her hips - and slams them down, hard , so hard she gasps and feels him stretch her, and then she does it again - up, so high he almost slips out, and then down, hard, hard , slamming him all the way inside before she clenches around him, lets her muscles flutter around his shaft. "Feels .. good?" she asks, and searches for his eyes, now peering up at her from below her, wide and shiny with stupid pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" Does it feel good to fuck a Britannian whore like your father and all the rest? This is the reward for winning the war, boy - until I'm ready to tear you all about. Enjoy it while it lasts. "It feels... good for me." - And she's surprised that it's the truth right now, actually the truth.

"Good." Suzaku is surprised how hoarse he sounds, how needy (Leloucia is all tight control, eyes hardened even while he's buried deep inside of her-). "You feel great." And she does; Suzaku can't help but thrust upwards, trying to meet her frantic pace, and god, whenever he meets her thrusts, he feels his cock lock somewhere deep inside, where he can't go any further. "Fuck," he finds himself saying then, and his hands travel down from her waist to grip her hips.

"Yes," she says. "Just like that." Because saying 'fuck' and gripping her hips, and hard and fast fucking is a lot more familiar territory, something she knows how to deal with - in contrast to gentle kisses and whispers that would be more appropriate for childhood sweethearts making love, and not so much for who they are: an important political figure fucking a hooker - as they all do. And yet, that thought fills her with just the tiniest pang of bitterness, which translates to her moving her hips harder, slamming them down, until her thoughts burst and scatter, and all her nerve cells are being drawn down to where they are joined, and she can only feel it : her letting her hips drop, and him thrusting up to meet her, and the combined sound of their moans and sighs when they meet halfway.

"Nng." She lets out a moan at an especially hard thrust, and her head falls forward, some of her hair obscuring her vision, her arms pressing her breasts together. She rolls down from her feet to supporting herself on her knees, changing the angle again, and leans forward - now not so much thrusting up and down, but moving along his body, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and his cock sliding in smoothly - until he lets out a groan, and grabs her by the hips again, and starts moving up , up, up, up, and her moans quickly dissolve into staccato gasps ("Ah. Ah."), and this time she's the one who leans down to kiss him, but they're moving so fast she can't clasp onto his lips properly, and they end up smearing each other's lips and chins with saliva, but it doesn't matter , not right now, because ah -

'He's close,' she thinks, through the thick haze and the wet sucking sound of their hard fucking. 'He's close.' "C-Come inside," she says, in a voice that is almost a groan, spoken against his lips - and a clench for good measure. "Come inside... me."

And Suzaku's close, he's definitely close to losing himself in the feel of Leloucia – and her 'come inside' nearly makes him slam inside of her, but – biting against his under lip harshly - Suzaku forces himself to be still. He can control himself; this is the one thing he's good at, controlling his body, his movements. She's clenching around him, some strands of her fine, black hair brushing against his cheek, and her soft breasts pressing against his chest, and (oh, oh - damn), he wants to kiss her.

So, Suzaku does. Not cautiously. Not tenderly, but deeply, grinding his teeth a bit against her lower lip before pushing his tongue in. He's getting the hang of it now, of meeting her tongue, and Suzaku is surprised by how unrestrained he's being now and Suzaku flips them over, and before he slips back into her, he just – looks at Leloucia underneath him: her black hair spilling over the pillows, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. And her eyes – Suzaku can see that she really wants him (or he wants to believe that, wants to believe that all she's seeing right now is Suzaku, just Suzaku and the prime minister's son -).

Suzaku captures her lips again as he pushes in, in, in and starts thrusting – harder than before, really slamming into her now (so, so hot -). Suzaku tears his lips away from hers. "Is –haah – good?"

"Yes," Leloucia says - and it's the truth it is good - almost too good. He's skilled and fit, and he's learning so quickly; kisses that were sloppy and inexperienced a few minutes ago are a lot more refined and pleasant now: the pressure he applies to his tongue and teeth is just right when he withdraws, and then pushes his tongue back in, in perfect tune with the thrusts of his hips, and oh - but then a suspicion makes her frown, and she grabs him by the chin, and forces their lips apart with a wet smacking sound. "Is this really your first time?" she seethes. "Because if you lied to me - I've never done it without a condom before."

"Huh?" Suzaku stops thrusting and a mixture of embarrassment and shame rolls down his spine. He's such an - he looks down at her apologetically, his mind reeling with self-accusations and reprimands ('you should have thought about that' and 'I'm sorry').

"It is – my first time." He hesitates, seeing the – is it suspicion in her eyes? And he repeats himself. "It really is. I'm sorry about forgetting about the condom." Suzaku smiles sheepishly then, still feeling her hand on his chin. "I wasn't exactly expecting to lose my virginity today. But still, I'm sorry."

And the first thing that pops into Leloucia's mind after that is, 'Is this boy stupid?' Because who apologizes to a whore about having forgotten a condom? It's her responsibility - she's the one who insists on condoms, and the one who rolls it over her clients' cocks with her mouth so they barely notice it. "It's fine," she says, because he seems visibly upset, and as long as she's in no danger of contracting any diseases, it's all the same to her, anyway. And then, she sighs, and because he's already gone still, she pushes him back a bit, back, until he slides out of her with a wet plop - she feels empty down there, and wants for him back inside her back away, but she pushes the thought away with a small frown.

"The panties keep getting in the way." And since she's at it, she reaches behind herself and fumbles for the zipper of the cocktail dress still wrapped around her waist, and pulls it down before pushing both it and her panties down over her hips and threading them down along her legs until she shakes all her clothes off with her foot and leans back.

She's naked now, with her hair spread out around her like a dark corona, and her hand trailing idly up and down her own body: over her breasts, one dark, dark nipple, and down the slope of her rib cage to her small waist, the hip bones jutting up beyond milky white skin. Spreading her legs, she exposes herself to him, offers herself once again, and she knows he can see her, all of her, wet and pink and glistening.

"You're gorgeous," Suzaku says, the word on his lips before he's even halfway processed the sight of her – her pale skin, those milky thighs (he wonders what it feel like to press kisses against her inner thighs, then slowly work his way to -). Suzaku flushes at that thought, and realises that his cock is really – ah, it hurts nearly. He's harder than he's been all his life, and there's this nearly beastly impulse in him to just position himself at her, place her legs on either side of his shoulders and just ram into her – until the bed creaks. God, it's all so lewd, and the sight of her – outspread legs, all exposed and -

Suzaku can't take it anymore (he just wants to fuck her, the less restrained side of him decides). But Suzaku positions himself cautiously at her entrance, and - even if the need to slam in is great – he enters her slowly, hissing a bit as he feels heat and tightness all around his cock again. And all this time, he's looking at her, her eyes. So proud, still defiant. Again that feeling of warmth rises up in him and he leans down to place a kiss against her lips. "Really pretty."

"Okay," Leloucia says in response to his continued whispers of affection, voice tight and a little cynical, but also just a touch... She bites down on her lower lip, and shakes her head to herself. No, she's not going to be moved by the puppy adoration of a naive eighteen-year old stupid in the fact of the thrill of sex. It's all the better if he is trusting and enthralled. All the better. But, still, it's making her uncomfortable, and she just wants to - she wraps her legs around him, and drums her heels against the back of his thighs. "H-Harder." She throws her head back, and raises her hips a little to - ah, deepen the penetration and that's as far as it's going to go now, and she really can't think of anything but that feeling right now, him hard and hot inside her. "Faster. Harder. Just let... hah... just let loose."

Suzaku can't really hold himself back anymore - not when she's biting her bottom lip like that, nor when she's – he bites back a 'fuck', grinding his teeth together – clenching around him. And he's really inside of her now, deeper than before and it feels - and Suzaku leaning on his elbows a bit, pulls out, just to push himself back in. And when he's inside of her, Suzaku can't help but groan; she's so – ah – tight and hot, and the part of his brain that isn't drowning in a mantra of 'so good, so good' briefly wonders how he could have thought of rejecting her - Before he knows what he's really doing, Suzaku is moaning – 'ah' and 'ngh' and something that sounds like 'Leloucia', but strained and garbled, and he's really driving into her now, the bed creaking whenever he pushes his cock back inside.

"Ahhng." Leloucia's hands shoot up and grab his shoulders at the force of his thrusts, holding onto him as her body shakes and shivers and bounces right along with him, her breasts moving up and down with his thrusts, her stomach tightening and then fluttering in tension, and her thighs shaking around him. "Ah... hah ..." He's fucking her so hard and fast now that it hurts, quite a bit, but she's used to that, used to enduring some pain and feeling sore between her legs, but what she isn't used to is that tightening in her lower body; what is it, she's not sure, it feels like tension is building up there, and she feels good, really good. It hurts, but there's something electric that shoots from between her legs and up her spine every time he slams into her, and oh god what is this tightening in her lower abdomen, and she's getting short of breath, panting now, and it's like she's reaching for... something...

"Ah." Her fingers start to dig into his shoulders, then scratch; once, twice, and then almost

in abandon, scraping her finger nails along his skin. "Yes. Yes -"

He's running on pure instinct now (push in, pull out, push back in again – rinse and repeat). And Suzaku can feel that he's really, really close now. She's gripping him quite harshly, and Suzaku, for a second, is worried that he's too fast, doing it too hard, but Leloucia doesn't look she hates it: her eyes are glassy now, and her cheeks are flushed.

Suzaku gasps. "I'm – ngh - going to come soon."

"Yes. Do it." She knows what to do for the finish, at least, even if she doesn't know what to make of the tension in her lower body: she pulls his head down lower, nestling it into the crook of her neck, and clenches , repeatedly, while turning up her own volume, egging him on with her moans, louder now, louder and higher, high and feminine staccato sighs, gasps and moans. "Yes. Come."

"Leloucia – ah ..." Suzaku closes his eyes when she pulls him towards her neck, part of him dimly registering how good she smells, and how he'd like to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, but he can't focus on that for long - Because she's moaning 'oh' and 'ah', and Suzaku decides he loves the sound of Leloucia's voice. Not only because it makes him feel pleased that he's making her feel good, but because she's really let herself go now. Suzaku feels how he can't really keep his thrusts rhythmic anymore; he's just doing it faster now, harder – the need building up, up, up. And he's gasping as feels her tightening around his cock again – so 'ngh, yes' he moans against her necks as he pulls out and drives inside her again, and then he's there, really there: the world spins out of focus as the thing that's been building up inside of him, like a tight thread, unknots and he comes with a moan and a wet splash.

Leloucia holds him while he shudders, planting a soothing kiss on his hot and sweaty forehead while she strokes his hair, and stealing a glance down to look at his face, and - hmm, he's quite handsome when he comes. Face twisted up in pleasure, eyes clenched shut, and unlike his father and other old men like him, he doesn't grunt, doesn't squeal like a pig, doesn't let his middle-aged plump gut nearly squash her beneath him, but - just moans, and it sounds attractive - youthful and pleased and relieved.

She holds him tighter while he rocks a few more times, until she can feel him go soft and slip out.

And then she just holds him like this, with her hand lazily stroking his hair, and down there - she feels wetness that's not her own leak out of her, down and onto the bed. It feels strange, foreign and dirty, and she feels the need to squirm and push him off and run into the shower right away, but - doesn't. Doesn't because he's looking peaceful now, pleased and sated, and she likes to just run her hands through his hair for a bit.

It takes a while for Suzaku to come back to the present; he's breathing heavily and shaking, brain still not entirely computing what just happened. Suzaku sighs contently as he feels Leloucia hold onto him; it's comforting and nice – nice to feel her hands stroking his hair, and he opens his eyes to look at her, a smile forming on his face. He knows he must look silly now, probably a bit dopey, even, but Suzaku can't help but feel a bit happy; he wants to chuckle too, and then just does. "Hmm, definitely no longer a virgin now," he says (stupid, stupid the rational part of him says, but he ignores it), grinning a bit now.

Later, he'll probably feel guilty that he allowed things to go that far, Suzaku knows that, but – as looks at Leloucia right now, brushing a few strands away from her sweat-matted forehead, he also knows that he'll never regret having done this with her. "Is there something I can do for you?" Suzaku isn't sure if she came, and, if she didn't, then he feels he should do something about it, yes. A slight flush rises to his cheeks. "I could ... go down on you."

Leloucia is usually very good with words. Eloquent and well-spoken, she knows how to use words, knows how to file the edges to spires in insults, knows how to slather compliments in scented oil to make them glide and float and do their purpose. But this is enough to make her stare at him for a bit, uncomprehending. "What?"

Thinking he's done something very, very wrong or stupid, Suzaku blushes. Did he really say 'can I do something for you'? But he forces himself not to get too worked up over it, not right now when he's still on top of her, and she's still holding onto him, though no longer stroking his hair. Just staring at him, like he's crazy or something. Suzaku clears his throat. "Um, that is if you want to -." A pause. "I just want you to feel good too." He bites back the 'sorry' forming on his mouth because, for once, Suzaku knows there's nothing to apologise for.

Leloucia frowns a bit more - nobody has ever offered that to her, and the idea is a little strange... but then her body is still inexplicably aroused: nipples still hard, her clit still erect and pulsing, still tension welling up inside her in a way she doesn't really know how to place, either... and well, if he wants to - but ew, he just came inside her, which means he'll - but eh. That's his problem, not hers. "Fine," she says, and lets her head fall back against the bed. "Go ahead." - And she doesn't really like how excited her voice sounds at that.

"Okay," Suzaku answers, trying to sound firm, but he knows he's failing spectacularly. He swallows and shifts, moving down the bed until he's face to face with black curls, and – his heartbeat is quickening now – Suzaku moves forward, regretting a bit that he's never really informed himself more about sex: should he just dip his tongue in, kiss her -? But he wants to do it; he really does – it's strangely erotic to see her now, all exposed – pink and he imagines that she must be still wet, still hot, just like she was when he was inside of her.

Ignoring the anxiety building up inside of him, Suzaku focuses on kissing her inner thighs first - and yes, they're really soft, wonderfully soft. Slowly working his way up, up until his nose brushes against her curls; she's moaning and that's what keeps him going. Parting her folds with his fingers, he sees some of his semen leak out, dripping down, and it doesn't disturb him at all. It's oddly sexy, in fact. Suzaku just focuses on kissing her there, slowly – not using his tongue yet, but just pressing his lips there until he finally dips his tongue in, trying to find out what makes Leloucia moan.

Leloucia feels a stab of vulnerability, feeling exposed and open; people don't usually look at her so closely down there, and she's especially embarrassed at the fact that she must be... leaking, but then there's his lips, and then there's tongue , and -

"Oh." Her upper body jerks upward, and her toes curl into the mattress, and then that feeling is back - the one she felt just before he came, that tightening, that tingling, that tension, and her mind, usually ticking and whirring while it processes plans and possibilities, is for once grand and lifeless in the lulling emptiness of pleasure. "Ah." She bucks her hips involuntarily, looking for more friction, more something , and it's wrong, it's not how a professional like her should act, she always needs to put her clients first, why is even acc - "Hah." -epting - "Nng." - this.

Oh fuck it, oh fuck it, yes yes. "Yes. More. More." And her voice almost comes out as a whimper, and her body is shaking with the new sensations (the tightness, it's gripping her, it needs to go away, it has to -). "More."

Wow, Leloucia is really moaning, and he can feel her tremble while he pushes his tongue in further, past the folds, really licking her now (circling his tongue, noticing how her body shudders when he does so -). He's tasting both him and her on his tongue, but Suzaku doesn't mind it, not when Leloucia's -She's really letting herself go now, losing the composure she upheld even while he moved inside of her, and Suzaku - liking it, liking the sounds that she's making -suddenly, he pulls away to look up at her, noticing how her eyes are lidded, and she's – beautiful, he thinks. He pushes a finger inside, circling it until some of the semen trickles out again and pulls out, tasting some of it (bitter, he thinks). He knows he's teasing her now, and she's shuddering, her body arching, so Suzaku lower his head again, kissing her there a bit, before dipping his tongue in, parting her folds with it, and then moving upwards, upwards -

"Ah." She bucks her hips, and her thighs are trembling with tension (and then his tongue is inside her - inside of her , and that thought alone sends tingles of pleasure up her spine, oh ) and then he's going up, up, and - that is a tongue on her clit, right?

And then he's sucking and her eyes widen and - and then the tension that has been building up reaches the top and her entire body stiffens as she can't breathe, she can't breathe, she can only feel good , and something is tight down there, so tight - and then the tightness releases, oh yes, it does, and Leloucia moans andthrashes and then moans some more as the pleasure tugs and pulls through her in a wave of relieving contractions that just feel so good , and she's only half-aware of the fact she has her hands buried in his hair now and is tugging at it, and she's only half-aware of how she's moaning, and she's not aware at all of how she's pulling him closer, mashing his nose against her.

She realizes that that was an orgasm only after the aftershock has died down enough for her to think. And her eyes widen a bit, because she's never - had an orgasm before, never, the men never cared and she never masturbated, and for a moment, she just lies there, stunned, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breath, soaking in the feeling and the new sensations.

Suzaku feels the grip of Leloucia's hands around his hair weaken, and the trembling of her body is subsiding. He pulls away, moves up and, for a second, while he's sitting up, just looks at her, notes that she's breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her body, and Suzaku feels a certain notion of pride well up in him (it's because of him, he made her feel like this).

Licking his lips - the taste of her still on his tongue, Suzaku leans down then and presses a kiss on her forehead, not sure if she'd appreciate the taste of him and herself. "Was it good for you?" Perhaps, a stupid question, but he's not really thinking clearly right now, mind still not connecting the dots ('I just had sex' and 'I lost my virginity to a hooker that Dad paid for'). "It was – it felt great with you." Suzaku is surprised that he's not flushing anymore.

Leloucia just looks at him for a long, twining moment. "I'm going to take a shower." And with that, she sits up, slides her legs down along the edge of the bed to the floor, and then leaps to her feet, still naked. She's sore - as soon as she starts walking toward the bathroom door, a sharp pain rips up her lower body, but she ignores it, wills herself not to limb or betray her pain, and strides into the bathroom and then into the wide, polished, opulent shower stall quickly. The warm water feels good on her, soothing; it coaxes tense muscles to melt into relaxation, it clears her mind even as the hot water turns to mist that wallows up around her. She needs to think, needs to think.

This really might be it, she thinks with a thrill. The boy is as trusting and sweet as a dim puppy - eager, too, and selfless, in his own way. She takes the shower head and crouches down to wash between her legs, and watches as the thick, foreign fluid drips down and swirls down the drain.

Her mind gears up again, the thoughts twirling and shaping themselves around the teeth of her consciousness, drenching the spinning ball of her mental matrix with the thrill of possibility or chance.

Yes , she thinks, if only she plays her cards right. If only she can keep him close, ensnare him - and she knows how to keep powerful men interested, how to hold their interest and spin the web of her influence around them without them knowing. Giving them things, fulfilling their desires, but always - and that's the important part - making them feel like they don't have all of her yet, like there is still something left she can give; something hiding beneath the veneer of her cold smile and haughty face. By the time she turns off the water and dries herself with a towel, she's grinning; sharing a private grin with herself and the shower, almost dizzy with the taste of impending victory. Wrapping a towel around her body, she steps out of the shower, careful not to slip on the tiles, and then walks back into the room. "I should go," she says neutrally, laying out the bait for Suzaku to take, and picks up her dress from the floor.

Suzaku's heart beats dully against his chest when he hears the sound of tapping feet, then hears her voice. So practical and cool nearly, though some twenty minutes ago she was moaning, asking him to do it, asking him for more. He's replying before he's even really thought about it, but then Suzaku has never been one to compare conflicting thoughts against one another, weighing each pro and con carefully before – snap – going for the most optimal solution. No, he's always just gone for what his heart told him to do. And his heart tells him to, as he takes in the sight of Leloucia with dripping wet hair, and a towel wrapped loosely around her body, to not let go of her just yet.

It doesn't matter that she's a hooker, that his father sent her to him ... it doesn't matter because Leloucia is just Leloucia to him. Confident, assertive, intelligent, beautiful. "Stay – please stay," Suzaku says and he looks at her, hoping that Leloucia can see the emotion on his face. "Just don't go yet."

She makes a show of considering this for a second, then sighs, and lets the towel drop, presenting Suzaku with her naked body again before she steps into her dress, and pulls it up, over her legs and up over her hips and then into place just below her breasts while she goes to look for her bra. Suzaku is still sitting on the bed with a somewhat dazed look on his face, though now there's the veil of worry edging into its corners. She walks over to him, sets her knees on the edge of the bed, reaches behind him to retrieve her bra lying in a pile along with her panties right behind him, her hair probably tickling along his neck, and cheeks so close to each other. "I don't think I should," she says. No, it's better if she leaves, because then he'll miss her, all night, and he'll definitely call her back. He will. "I wasn't booked for the whole night, and I think my sister..." She lets her breath hitch in her throat there. "...is waiting for me."

"Ah, sure," Suzaku replies, feeling a bit ashamed that he forgot about that. "Sorry, I should have thought about that." He presses his lips tightly together, various emotions churning in his stomach. And, now that reality is sinking down on him, he's also realising a few facts, namely that she really is a professional and that, once she leaves, Leloucia might do what they just shared with other men. And, then ugly suspicion rears its head in his mind, so abominable ('How does my father know her?') that Suzaku instantly suppresses it, not wanting to believe in it. Not wanting to face it right now.

But the thought is dark enough that Suzaku grabs her by the hand – more forcefully than he intended, suddenly hating the thought of letting her go, and it's not just because he's just had sex with her, but because there are so many things he wants to know about Leloucia. "But I'll see you again, won't I?" He loosens his grip, tilts his head, leans forward and kisses her, whispering, "I need to see you again" against her lips.

Leloucia leans into the kiss for a bit; lets him nudge her mouth open and welcomes his fast, eager tongue into her mouth. Something in her stomach clenches, drops and then flutters, something she doesn't know how place; the discomfort of it makes her break the kiss and put their foreheads together, both of them flushed and breathing, and ... somewhat aroused again already. "Of course you can see me again."

"As soon as possible, yes?" Suzaku feels a bit like a little boy, but his heart is really beating quickly now, and it's not only because of the kiss he's just shared with Leloucia. Part of him wants to lean forward again and push his tongue back into her mouth (she tastes so good -), but Suzaku knows if he did that he'd grow excited again ... He blushes a bit at that, letting go of her hand. "I'll be here for another two weeks and ... I'm not really fond of partying, so you –" Suzaku stops himself before he can start babbling, and it's a bit ridiculous really that he's so nervous right now (his hands are shaking a bit, in fact). But it's not the bad kind of nervous, not the anxious kind, but the giddy-excited kind. "Just come and see me whenever you like, Leloucia."

"Hmm." She considers this for a bit. Then she leans in to whisper, "My rates are not cheap, however." Inwardly, she grins a bit because she knows this is a bit of a knife right into his midriff, a douse of cold water, but then she can also predict what he'll say next - and she's betting all her chips on that he'll say the right thing.

For a second, he feels like he's been slapped, and Suzaku feels sick to the stomach. Because, in his haze of giddiness – giddiness that reminds him of his first crush ever, only that it's more poignant, more desperate now, he forgot who she is, forgot that Leloucia is not his girlfriend, but a prostitute. He's an idiot, he really must be.

Somewhere out there people must be writing parodies about naive fools like him who – Suzaku forces himself not to think about it, realising that he doesn't really care either way. He just wants to see Leloucia again, and it's not only because of the sex. "I have enough money, more than I could ever care to own." Suzaku smiles a bit then, a bit bitterly (his father's money, money he hates) and then sadly (did this whole thing mean anything to her at all?). "I'll pay you as much as you want." Suzaku tries to keep the despair out of his voice, but he knows he's failing. Not that it matters; he's sure Leloucia can read everything in his eyes anyway. "Just come see me again."

Leloucia lets go of him, and bends down to slide her panties up her legs. This is not what she expected and wanted him to say, but... it'll do. She gets her purse from the table, and starts to walk toward the door, motioning for him to walk there with her. She hears him scramble off the bed and follow her, their bare feet tap-tap-tapping along the expensive carpet, until she comes to a halt in front of the door and bends down to toe into her stiletto-heeled silver sandals. She turns to face him, then averts her eyes, rumbles in her purse, and retrieves a small, white business card. Then, she makes a show of considering things a bit, their eyes melting together, and something on her face moving. She reaches back into her purse and pulls out a pen.

"This is my work number. Don't call me there." She begins to write. "This is my private cell phone number." And she slides the card into his hand.

Looking down at the card, Suzaku grins. "The Black Queen, huh?" And he smiles affectionately at that, thinking that it fits her somehow because she's certainly got something of a queen about her. "I'll call you, I'll definitely call you." And then because he's really faced with the reality of her leaving, Suzaku, his hand gripping the card tightly, reaches out for her chin with his other hand, leaning forward until he's pressing her against the wall, and he whispers, "You know, I'd love to meet you without having to pay you actually, but just take you out somewhere - " Suzaku kisses her then, pushing his tongue in, and he's really unrestrained, realising that he can't get enough of her.

Hnng ... Leloucia wraps her arms around him, and pulls him closer. Somehow, in the span of the time she's spent with him in this room, he's gone from being a novice at kissing to being... pretty damn good at it: his tongue and lips so gentle, yet firm; tongue demanding without being overwhelming; applying just the right bits of pressure before withdrawing and... she feels the kiss reach down into her, burn and tug and tighten. When she moves her hips forward a bit she can tell that he is hard, too, but - she withdraws her tongue, places one last kiss on his lips, and tilts her head back. "You're a fast learner." She dances out of his arms then, almost playfully. "But I really do have to go."

Suzaku sighs. "Okay, I get it – letting you go." Suzaku smiles, less shyly than before, and a bit cheekily now. "For now."

"Tell you what." She leans in, and she does feel a bit giddy too, like she's sipped a few glasses of champagne, and the pain between her legs has dulled down to a little throb , and she notices again how handsome he is - which is strange because she never thought any of these Japanese bastards were handsome in the least, but he's just... "I'll come back whenever I want. In return, you don't have to pay me."

She takes a step back, and wraps her hand around the door handle, her face still turned to him, and she knows he's aroused, and she is, too, but it's important she doesn't leave him completely satisfied now. No, it's important, to leave men wanting and wanting just a bit, make them feel like she's just dancing out of their reach whenever they stretch out their hands, with only the tips of her hair whipping against their outstretched hands. Important - important to her goals, and those of her people.

"Okay," Suzaku says, a wide smile appearing on his face because he's both so happy and relieved too. "I'd love that, yes." He stares at her for a bit, really marvelling at how – just an hour or two ago – he was telling her to get out. It's sheer irony that now, when Leloucia is really leaving, he's fighting the urge to just pull him towards her and kiss her again. And then, maybe, to take her against the wall. Dammit.

But he won't be this selfish, so Suzaku doesn't do anything, just watches her push the handle of the door. He grips the card against his hand a little tighter. "Ah, Leloucia – I'm taking back about what I said earlier." A beat. God, he really wants to kiss her again, but he remains standing where he is, just smiling as he says, "I'm really glad I met you."

And Leloucia thinks, I'm really glad I met you, too , and she is, she really is. (Next time, I will ask you what you know about your father). "It's nothing," she says with a smile. (And then I'll gain influence over you, and you'll unknowingly do exactly what I want - helping my plan along.) "It was nice to meet you, too." (And one day, I will kill your father and end your Empire, I will. I will.) And she smiles wider, broader, and honest now, and says, "Happy birthday, Suzaku. May you have a long and prosperous life," before slipping out of the door and closing it behind her before he can say something else, before the tension can crest and they kiss again and cling to each other again, and she leans against the door and blinks.

Tired. She feels so tired, like she does every night after working. But she also feels elated, thrilled - things are finally going her way, and one day she will avenge everyone she lost in the war, will avenge her dignity, and the parts of her humanity that got stripped away along with her clothes in dingy hotel rooms with grunting Japanese men.

Elated.

It doesn't quite explain why there's a strange flutter in her stomach, but she ignores it, and starts to walk down the hotel hallway, wobbling a little on her high heels, and laughing, laughing for the sheer joy of it, her face red and her long legs almost stumbling over each other. It's crazy, it's beautiful, it's good, it's horrible, it's right . She presses the button for the elevator, and smooths down her dress and hair while she waits, eyes distant as her mind churns out image after image, fantasy after fantasy. Genbu Kururugi , she thinks when the elevator reaches the 7th floor, and the doors swish oen. Let the games begin.

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