[HOLD UP what is HAPPENING ?????? she's yelling at him but he's kissing her? if these are the results, she might have to get feisty more often. but why is lelouch kissing her? well, why isn't he, actually. she's hot, and the moons are in full swing, and that chroma is buzzing between them, and... and... what was she upset about again?
oh wait.]
No, you. You said you were conceding, and that you had planned bigger things than parties, and that Euphemia would be good to help me... [her voice is lower now, and she's still mad, but she goes in for another kiss, placing her hands on top of his, creating a rather large idiot sandwich.]
The bigger idiot in question closes his eyes when she moves in to kiss him back. Frankly, the warmth of her lips when he'd kissed her earlier felt... good. The Chroma from it was so enticing that be completely and absolutely doesn't mind this at all. Man, he should have kissed her earlier on if he knew it'd be this good.
(They have kissed, but that was a while back... of course he'd forget the taste of it.)
One of his hands move lower so that he can put it on her waist. He doesn't intend for this kiss to last very long, despite leaning closer to deepen it. He just wants to do it right. And when he finally—finally—pulls away, he... almost regrets doing so. Those violet eyes of his have become a little glassy, hypnotised by the feeling of his lips on hers. ]
Do you have a venue yet?
[ Hush. His voice is soft, as if he's trying to apologise with that simple question. He's trying to help, Milly. Forgive the idiot already. :( ]
[she's cooled down, but now he's heating her up again, flipped a switch in her that wants more of his kiss, even though it's leaving her so very confused. in the back of her mind, she's still angry with him, but he's offered his apology, and she accepts it enthusiastically. she can't ask for more from him, can't brush her knuckles against his cheek, can't place her hand on his chest so tenderly, and still want him to beg for mercy. there's a sigh from her as she returns his affections, exasperation and relief in one, and perhaps the same is felt by lelocuh, because when his lips leave hers, there's a small sound of disappointment that escapes her, but she is smiling.
he's earned some sort of victory, one she won't forget any time soon.]
A venue? [she grins at him and presses another kiss to his lips, quickly, near-innocently.] Here, actually. [not actually, but it's one last swipe at him before forgiving him completely.] Someone mentioned to me that I should have it outside. I was looking at some gardens before I left...
[ Tbh Lelouch is already putting himself in charge of the budget. Whatever Milly thinks of spending, he's going to make sure everything is organised and as cheap yet as effective as possible.
She'd come here to yell at him for not contacting her and then for being so rude as to not helping her out with her party, but here he is, as if it's so natural to him to... assist. ]
Much more Chroma than I should reasonably have. [said teasingly, but truthfully. go big or go home, and she's not going home (again) any time soon (maybe).] I've earned a lot, though.
[and she's earning even now, warm in lelouch's arms, sliding her hands up and down his chest. who knows, another kiss or two might take care of catering, but another kiss or two might lead down a slippery slope she's not sure he's ready to navigate yet. even if she wants to lead him there, she won't. that's a choice he has to make himself.]
Having a lot doesn't mean it should all be spent at once. [ Hm... if it's outdoors, then he'll have to think of decor already. Right.
He lets go of Milly without so much as a warning, stepping further into his apartment to get a notebook and a pen. No, not that one. That's his diary. Ah, this one. The brown one with the hardback where he puts all his notes for day-to-day stuff. Don't mind him, he's already listing down expected expenses. ]
[and just like that, the magic is over. she doesn't want to let him go, but that brilliant mind of his is already working, probably planning faster than she ever could. still, it was wonderful to kiss him again. she can only hope she'll get to do it again soon.
crossing her arms, she watches him carefully, studying him as he sets to his task, and for a brief moment, she thinks about all the other times he's done this for her, how natural it must be for him. it's been so long for her... more than that, this is something she thought she'd never experience again.]
So soon? My, my, Vice Prez-- [she laughs, the nickname sounding so silly, but tasting so sweet on her tongue.] You don't disappoint. I'll leave you to it, then.
[but before she goes, she approaches him and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, in gratitude.]
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oh wait.]
No, you. You said you were conceding, and that you had planned bigger things than parties, and that Euphemia would be good to help me... [her voice is lower now, and she's still mad, but she goes in for another kiss, placing her hands on top of his, creating a rather large idiot sandwich.]
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The bigger idiot in question closes his eyes when she moves in to kiss him back. Frankly, the warmth of her lips when he'd kissed her earlier felt... good. The Chroma from it was so enticing that be completely and absolutely doesn't mind this at all. Man, he should have kissed her earlier on if he knew it'd be this good.
(They have kissed, but that was a while back... of course he'd forget the taste of it.)
One of his hands move lower so that he can put it on her waist. He doesn't intend for this kiss to last very long, despite leaning closer to deepen it. He just wants to do it right. And when he finally—finally—pulls away, he... almost regrets doing so. Those violet eyes of his have become a little glassy, hypnotised by the feeling of his lips on hers. ]
Do you have a venue yet?
[ Hush. His voice is soft, as if he's trying to apologise with that simple question. He's trying to help, Milly. Forgive the idiot already. :( ]
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he's earned some sort of victory, one she won't forget any time soon.]
A venue? [she grins at him and presses another kiss to his lips, quickly, near-innocently.] Here, actually. [not actually, but it's one last swipe at him before forgiving him completely.] Someone mentioned to me that I should have it outside. I was looking at some gardens before I left...
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[ Tbh Lelouch is already putting himself in charge of the budget. Whatever Milly thinks of spending, he's going to make sure everything is organised and as cheap yet as effective as possible.
She'd come here to yell at him for not contacting her and then for being so rude as to not helping her out with her party, but here he is, as if it's so natural to him to... assist. ]
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[and she's earning even now, warm in lelouch's arms, sliding her hands up and down his chest. who knows, another kiss or two might take care of catering, but another kiss or two might lead down a slippery slope she's not sure he's ready to navigate yet. even if she wants to lead him there, she won't. that's a choice he has to make himself.]
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He lets go of Milly without so much as a warning, stepping further into his apartment to get a notebook and a pen. No, not that one. That's his diary. Ah, this one. The brown one with the hardback where he puts all his notes for day-to-day stuff. Don't mind him, he's already listing down expected expenses. ]
I'll give you an update tomorrow.
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crossing her arms, she watches him carefully, studying him as he sets to his task, and for a brief moment, she thinks about all the other times he's done this for her, how natural it must be for him. it's been so long for her... more than that, this is something she thought she'd never experience again.]
So soon? My, my, Vice Prez-- [she laughs, the nickname sounding so silly, but tasting so sweet on her tongue.] You don't disappoint. I'll leave you to it, then.
[but before she goes, she approaches him and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, in gratitude.]