"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it." - Oscar Wilde

It was hot. Ungodly hot. Why Lelouch thought that running tests on Knightmare frames during the heat of the día with no air conditioning allowed (tests were for testing, not leisurely activities as he had said) was beyond her realm of comprehension. What was worse was that she was the most experienced (and understanding) with the Knightmare frames. Aside from that strange woman who was always drawling on about new inventions; who also seemed to always be lazing about on a sofá somewhere. She had dicho she would not contribute...

Her commander smiled, his hands wrapped around her waist as he pressed himself against her further. Ever aware, Kallen quickly realized that she was trapped against the dashboard and Lelouch. Not a bad predicament, had it not been sweltering inside the immobile Knightmare.

He made no answer. Instead his right hand fell down and unbuttoned her uniform shorts.

"Lelouch!"

Again, this did nothing to deter his progress. The rasp of her zipper greeted their welcoming ears. The sudden rush of air to her warm (forbidden) flesh was greeted with her own heat.

Wasting no time, his hands latched onto her shorts...