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"...Suzaku," Lelouch greeted his husband when he'd arrived home. "Happy birthday."

She saw him every day. She had to ask.

First her brother disappeared...then her sister, as well, and yet no one had said anything nor did they even pretend to act worried.

The Princess took hold of his sleeve, gripping loosely. She didn't notice her own slight trembling.

Sitting alone in his little library nook that was already practically filled to the brim with books printed in braille, Lelouch was reading one of the copies he' been eager to get his hands on. Nunnally was laying down for a nap in her room.

The window was chilly and he could hear tiny flecks of snow occasionally tapping against the glass.

     He hadn’t expected the actions to be reciprocated. Lelouch was just fine attempting to please his husband without getting anything in return, but Suzaku seemed insistent on always pampering him. It was late night...he wasn’t going to argue, he was too tired for that. Instead, he rolled onto his back, taking Suzaku with him, and distracting him with a deep and passionate kiss.

     While it was just as lazy and sleepy as his handjob was, he always made sure Suzaku could feel how much he loved him. One hand moved up to Suzaku’s face, caressing his cheek, then settled at his jaw.

     Sitting alone in his study, he held a book open on his lap, fingers lingering and paused over a single word. His thoughts had wandered, especially as Suzaku had wandered around the house and did the cleaning. He listened quietly, waiting for him to be done, then...quietly called out to him.

     “I want to talk...about something,” he said, hoping Suzaku would sit in the other chair nearby. “I’ve thought about it a lot...A lot...and I was hoping you felt the same.” He felt anxious, though. How prepared was he for this...?

     He paced around his bedroom, waiting, anxious, Suzaku should be home any time now. The grandfather clock told him it was 4 in the afternoon, he should be returning--

     The sound of the front door opening alerted him and he walked out to the hallway, to the entrance. “Suzaku?” He’d wait until his husband had removed his shoes. “I want to talk to you about something...important.”

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     Together they walked hand in hand, the preferred method of travel. There were no words spoken, the silence between them all they needed to let the other know just how they felt. He listened quietly as the door was unlocked and waited until their shoes were removed before he turned to his husband and placed a hand gently on his cheek...which only served to guide him into a kiss.

     “Je t'aime...” he whispered against his lips as he let his hand travel from his cheek, down his neck, to his shoulder, then down to meet Suzaku’s corresponding hand.