code_geass ◾ ◾ If Milly Married Lloyd... Part 2

Part two of my fanfic about what would happen if Milly and Lloyd got married! Part one is here. It's not really necessary to read Part one to understand Part two, but you should.

Incase you're a newcomer...

Let's go over it again:
Relationship: MillyXLloyd
Genre: Perhaps comedy...
Rating: R
Warnings: RELEVANT HERE!!! There's explicit sexuality, though I tried to avoid describing anything graphic. It's just pretty awkward....

I OWN NOTHING!!!

Lloyd’s house was huge. It was about as big as the old Ashford home, complete with a patio and balconies on all major windows. All the furniture inside seemed to be made of rich-looking wood. On the other hand, it contained very little decor, and one section was completely boarded up. “What’s in there?” she asked.

“Oh, just some experiments I’ve been working on; ignore it,” said Lloyd, tightening his grip around her waist. “So, what do you want to do?”

“W-what do you mean?” asked Milly, “Have sex, of course! That’s what everyone does!”

“You’re sure you want to have sex right away?” said Lloyd, who released his hold on her in an instant, feeling slightly put off. Sex led to children... but none of his married acquaintances had had children right away....

“Yeah,” said Milly.

“But you could get pregnant!”

“That’s why you’re supposed to wear a condom!” Milly retorted. Lloyd shook his head. What was Milly thinking? Didn’t she know? He wasn’t the type to have sex with someone just because he liked her; sex was for reproduction. That was it. Nothing more.

On the other hand, most animals attempted to get the other’s attention and then had sex right away. If marriage was some kind of courtship ritual... then it followed that they were now supposed to procreate. “Okay,” he said, “You got me. We can have sex.”

“Great!” said Milly, not sure whether she should be uneasy. Maybe she should have bought a diaphragm or something...? “So, which way’s the bedroom?”

“It’s up these stairs,” said Lloyd, taking Milly’s hand again and leading her.

Lloyd’s bedroom was again unfurnished except for a bed, desk, and chair. The desk was covered with pencils, paper, and tools for collecting samples and taking measurements. The bed, the most colorful thing in the room, was covered in a rich red blanket that felt like velvet to Milly’s touch. But it was small. “That’s the bed,” Lloyd pointed out, as though his bride actually didn’t know what it was, “But it’s only meant for one person. Oh, well, it’s not really that small and I’ll be on top of you anyway so we’ll save space.” He shrugged. “Just a moment; I need to go use the bathroom. Wouldn’t want you to get any infections, now would we?”

Milly sat on the bed by herself waiting for him. She tapped her feet feeling increasingly anxious. “Oh, he’s so determined to be hygienic...,” she said, “That’s a good thing, right? Why do I feel like he’s got something up his sleeve?”

Suddenly: “Milly! Come here!” It was Lloyd. Milly ran over to the bathroom, where Lloyd was standing with the door open. “It’s your turn now,” he said, “Go on. And put on some of this.” He handed her a small bottle of petroleum jelly. “It’s the only lubricant I could find.”

“Oh..., thanks?” said Milly. “You know, for someone who’s never gotten laid you know a lot about how to prepare for sex!”

“It’s all biology, dear; it's really quite simple,” Lloyd explained, as she slipped into the bathroom and closed the door. He could hear sounds of frustration and disgust coming from inside the room, but he ignored them, walking back to his bed and sitting down.

He was actually a little worried about what they were about to do; he had no sexual experience at all. And he wasn’t sexually attracted to Milly, oh no. This was all her idea. He was almost afraid to take off his clothes in front of her; the thought made him feel vulnerable.

Milly returned a few minutes after as Lloyd fished through his mind for something else to think about to make him feel better. He stood up, removed his glasses, and said: “So, do you want to take off your clothes first, or should I take off mine?”

“Um... I though we could take off each other’s clothes,” Milly helped.

“I see,” said Lloyd, walking over to Milly. He began removing the flowers and jewelry from her hair, allowing it to fall completely loosely over her shoulders. He removed her necklace and... then began tugging at her sleeves, unsure of what to do next.

“Oh, here,” said Milly, reaching and undoing the clasp. “It’s a zipper so....” And at that Lloyd went behind her and started unzipping the dress from the back. He peeled her dress off of her from behind, allowing her to step out of it. Then she began loosening his tie. Upon removing that, she pulled off his jacket and flung it to the side; and then she unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his belt to allow his pants to fall down. They each removed their underwear themselves.

“How do you turn out the lights?” asked Milly.

“There’s a switch over here,” said Lloyd, locating and flipping the switch himself until the room turned into black and gray shadows. Milly, now barely visible, went to lie down on the bed, her arms and legs spread apart. Lloyd, happy that he knew what to do, felt his way over to the bed and began climbing on top of her. He put his right hand down, feeling blanket. That was good. He then dragged his right leg over what could only have been Milly’s and she gave a faint groan. “Sorry,” said Lloyd, at last positioning his right leg on the same side of Milly as his right hand; and he dragged his left leg over the bed until he felt it between Milly’s, when suddenly:

“Lloyd! Your left hand’s on my chest! I can’t breathe!”

“S-sorry,” Lloyd stammered, pulling off his left hand. He moved it up until it cupped around something soft and round. Her neck....

“LLOYD!” Milly’s hand shot up and smacked Lloyd in the chin.

“Sorry...,” said Lloyd again, pulling his hand away and placing it in a tangled, crunchy mess.

“You’re pulling my hair!”

“I’m sorry!” And then his left hand found the soft, familiar feel of the silk pillow. That was right. His right hand moved across the bed to the pillow his left hand was on. He dragged his legs around lightly until one was on either side of her thighs. That was it. Now for the really tricky part....

“LLOYD! That’s not the right place!”

“Okay.... Is this?”

“N-no!”

“Okay... how about... now...?”

“Y-yeah, that’s it.” Things didn't improve much for Lloyd as the night went on. He kept bumping into Milly, jabbing her (or being jabbed by her) with awkward elbows and knees. Several times he laid parts of himself on her chest or neck, to which she protested profusely. Milly seemed to be having the time of her life, though, in spite of it all. Her laughing and moaning frightened Lloyd a bit; he didn’t understand her pleasure.

Neither one remembered falling asleep. The next morning, Lloyd was partially on top of Milly, and her arms were tightly around him. Milly opened her eyes first, and stared at her husband, apparently still asleep. “God,” she said, as quietly as she could, “Even eighteen-year-old Rivalz was a better lay than him! At least he seemed to be enjoying himself!” She thought of Rivalz, missing him a little. But facts were facts: she was married to Lloyd now. It was why she hadn’t invited him to her wedding.

Lloyd woke up soon afterward, startling his wife a little as he moved. He sat up quickly. “Wow,” he said dispassionately, “Who knew sex was such hard work!” He turned to Milly, “You don’t want a lot of kids, do you?” It wasn't an innocent question. He was hoping the answer was a no; that much was obvious.

Milly, vaguely catching on, replied indignantly: “You’re not a very good lay yourself, you know!”

“I guess that figures,” Lloyd sighed. “But I wasn’t referring to you. I just don't want to have sex again anytime soon. You won’t mind sleeping in one of my spare rooms from now on, will you? I’ll let you pick which one.”

“Aye!” said Milly. “Why can’t we just sleep in the same bed?”

“Well, we can... but chastely!” Lloyd urged.

“I’m not sure I’d prefer that,” Milly admitted.

“Oh, whatever,” said Lloyd. “Let’s talk about our honeymoon, shall we? Make us feel better?”

“Okay,” said Milly, “So... we should really go somewhere nice and pretty. Maybe... a tropical island?”

“Oh, but I 'd really rather not go to one of those tropical islands!” Lloyd whined, “The humidity’s terrible, to say nothing of poisonous animals.” He reflected for a moment, “You know what’s really pretty?”

“What?”

“Switzerland! Why don’t we go there? They’re setting up a huge particle accelerator underground! Oh, we could check it out!”

“Particle accelerator is not pretty or romantic!” Milly was quick to point out.

“Okay, okay, we won’t just do that,” said Lloyd, “We can do other things too. It’s pretty over there; lots of mountains.... Yeah, you'll like it there. I want to see the particle accelerator!”

Milly was about to ask why Lloyd hadn't simply gone by himself by now. But why shouldn't she go to Switzerland, after all? She had nothing against it.... "Okay, let's go," she said.

“Great!” said Lloyd, “Now, put on some clothes and we’ll leave right away. There’s not a moment to lose!”

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