After about 3 bottles of whiskey between us both, my head began to spin. Feliciano and Kiku had long gone to bed, leaving Ludwig and I to our contest. He seemed to down the liquid like water, somehow keeping a sober composure. We sat on the couch, side by side, shot glasses in hand. I had stripped of the kimono Kiku had given me, clad in a men's tank top and briefs. Ludwig took no thought to it, though. Gripping the glass surface, I poured another shot. In one swig, I downed it, tilting my head back. I replaced the glass, then turned my eyes to Ludwig. He seemed to be examining me, his eyes scanning my body. "I think that's enough, Frau. Your definitely drunk." I pouted, "But, Luudy!~ There'ss still a good mouthful left!~" I whined, slurring slightly. I reached for the bottle, but he snatched it before I could. He tipped the bottle back, pouring the rest into his mouth. Unfortunately, I was determined to get the last stand. I gripped his shirt, slamming his mouth to mine. He grunted in surprise, gripping my waist. Pushing his mouth open, I felt the luke-warm liquor seep onto my tongue. I swallowed it, the pulled away. Ludwig's eyes were wide with surprise, and I licked the remaining alcohol from my lips. "Ha!~ I got i-!" I was cut off when he grabbed my waist again, crashing our lips together again. Pressing my hands to his chest, I tried to pull away. But he was stronger, softly digging his nails into my sides. I gasped, and he plunged his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues seemed to battle, his winning of course. His teeth softly grazed my lip, before lightly latching onto my bottom lip. He pulled on it slightly, earning another soft moan from me. Pulling away, he whispered 'Frau' before pushing me back against the couch. He snaked up between my legs, pinning my wrist above my head. Warm lips pressed on my neck, and a soft tongue ran down to my collar. I bit my lip, "Wait! Ludwig! I-I'm a v-naah!~" I squealed as he softly sunk his teeth into a hidden sweet spot on the nape of my neck. I moan as he sucked on it, wrapping my legs around his waist. He moved to the other side of my neck, were me bruise was. He peppered feathery kisses on the mark. I mewled under him, griping the cushion. he chuckled, "Wow, Frau. Your sensitive, huh?" He breathed into my ear. Hooking his finger onto my shirt, he began to pull it up. "W-wait! Ludwig, not here!" I gasped. He stopped, gazing into my eyes. "Alright." He murmured, then picked me up, holding me bridal-style. Then, he proceeded to walk calmly to the stairs, making his way to his bedroom, while I still clung to his shirt, my lower parts twitching. He kicked open the bedroom door, and threw me onto the bed. He straddled me, returning his lips to mine. He licked my bottom lip, trailing his tongue lower and lower.

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A striking light woke me, and my eyes fluttered open. I was bare, yet warm, and felt somehow safe. A moist, hot gust of air was blowing against my neck, causing me to shiver slightly. Strong arms locked me, pressing my naked back tightly against the soft, toned chest of a man. I gazed behind me, catching sight of the handsome sleeping man. "Ludwig...." I whispered softly. I pushed my head back, burying my hair into the nape of is neck. His lips pressed softly against my neck, and I sighed, content with my position. It was short-lived, though, as he woke. His arms wrapped tighter around me, planting soft kisses on my neck. I groaned, the turned around. His crystal eyes droopy in his half-awake stupor, he eyed my morning face. I blushed, placed my finger on his bare chest and tracing his pectoral muscles. "Good morning..." I whispered. He kissed my lips softly, "Guten Morgen, Liebe." I cocked a brow, "Gonna guess that was good morning?" He laughed, "Ja, Frau! That meant good morning, love." He smirked, and it sent chills up my spine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing his navel to my bare region. His eyes became hazed with lust, but reverted to normal quickly. "We still have to go to the clinic." He traced my bruised neck. "It's fading a little, but not by much." I nodded, leaned up, and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry about it, Ludwig. I have a story for how it happened." I sat up, then bent over to reach my kimono at the end of the bed, forgetting I was completely naked. I heard a soft chuckle, and before I could react, Ludwig gave my ass a rough smack. I jerked to my knees, my hands rubbing where he had hit. He was practically rolling on the floor, laughing so hard tears nearly perked from his eyes. I glared at him, pursing my lips. "I'll get you back, Potato Boy." I warned, then grabbed my kimono. He calmed, his face red from lack of breath. "I'm sorry, Frau. It just that it's not often a nice, big, soft target just springs up in front of me." He cooed seductively. I rolled my eyes, "Save it, General Potato Brain." I chuckled to myself, then paused for a moment. "Hey, I like that!" He scoffed, "Are you still drunk, woman?" He teased. I turned, hands on the edges of the kimono, and locked eyes with him, "No, but I wish I was. Your a lot more kinky with whiskey in you." I shook my rear dramatically. He smirked, "And here I thought alcohol dulled my sex drive. Guess we'll have to go a sober round sometime for comparison." I bit my lip, "Anytime, Ludwig. Anytime." He pulled me into a tight embrace, capturing my lips once again. Then, we got dressed, and headed out the door.