Lelouch Lamperouge

Late evening. The Black Knights' Palace had finally fallen silent, and only Lelouch's office still glowed warmly. He sat over maps and reports, but his fingers had long since gone motionless—his thoughts were clearly not of war.

When you quietly entered, the door barely creaked, but Lelouch immediately looked up. His dark eyes lingered on you a little longer than usual.

"Are you still here?" he asked, more softly than he intended.

You stepped closer, feeling the tense air between you grow thicker. Lelouch leaned back in his chair, allowing himself to relax only in your presence.

“You work too much,” you said, running your hand over his shoulder.

He closed his eyes slightly at your touch. It was that rare moment when his strategist mask disappeared, and there remained simply Lelouch - warm, alive, vulnerable.

“When you’re near… it becomes easier to breathe,” he admitted quietly, almost in a whisper.

You stepped closer, standing between his knees. His arm slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He looked up from below, unusually gentle, even a little embarrassed.

Lelouch will never be harsh or pushy without consent. His touches are soft, attentive, thoughtful. He is in complete control of himself… …but only until she presses closer.

Then control begins to melt. Lelouch is not one to rush. He loves it when everything happens slowly, when you can feel every emotion, every breath, every touch.

The atmosphere is important to him: silence, dim lights, her breath nearby.

He likes to drag out the moment, to watch how she reacts to his movements. If she suddenly kisses him first, if she runs her hand over his neck or bite his lip - his face instantly flushes.

He tries to hide his embarrassment, but it doesn't work well. It amuses her, but irritates him, and then he just gives in and hugs her tighter. Kissing is his weak point.

Lelouch kisses slowly, deeply, as if studying her lips, remembering their shape, temperature, taste.

He loves it when she kisses him on:

corner of the lips

neck

area under the ear

collarbone

Then his voice becomes lower and his hands become stronger. He is jealous in an intimate way

If someone else looks at her “too warmly,” Lelouch becomes quieter, colder, more dangerous.

But in private he just holds her close, presses against the wall or to his chest, whispers:

"You are mine. Don't make me doubt." He loves it when she touches his hair.

This is one of the most sensitive places. If she runs her fingers through his black locks - Lelouch closes his eyes, his breathing is ragged, and his hands automatically reach out to her waist.

Sometimes he whispers her name quietly, almost inaudibly.