(Heeeeeeyyyy, sorry for the excessive amount of timeskips, I was trying to make it so that it wasn't boring ._.)

* Clearing up some confusion, König's
real name, which I made up, is Nicolas Müller!!! Belle/reader's nickname for him is "Nick" *

TW: Slight NSFW

   The smell of fresh coffee, and some sort of pastry filled the air, waking me up almost instantly. As I yawned, and tussled about in the bed, I realized that König wasn't there. 'Had he left in the middle of the might? or- ' I started to ask myself. However, the sound of a knife flailing around on the ground was enough to debunk those previous thoughts of mine. "Shit!" I heard him silently scream from the kitchen. A tiny chuckle escaped my mouth, and I sighed. I layed there for a few minutes just thinking about our talk last night. 'So he really did feel the same....'

   Smiling to myself, I got up out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom. Unprovoked, I whipped my head in the direction of my bedside clock, and nearly screamed. 'SHITSHITSHIT-' I repeated internally. Rushing into my bathroom, I closed the door, and tore off my nightgown. Turns out I ended up oversleeping, and had forgotten that I was supposed to meet with Laswell today. It was initially supposed to go, and see when I'd arrived back on base, but it was too late then.

   I hurriedly brushed my teeth, and jumped in the shower. Scubbing my body with haste, I made it quick. I shut the water off, and hopped back out, drying my body off with lightening speed. I ended up having to blowdry my hair, because I'd forgotten to put on a shower cap. After feeling that my hair was both stretched out, and dry enough, I oiled it. For a good while I didn't know what to do with it, and so I focused on other things. 'Maybe I could just leave it out?' I thought to myself as I unlocked the bathroom door, and rushed over to my dresser.

   I let my towel fall to the floor, and wasted no time putting on my undergarments. I opened my closet, and searched for something both comfortable, and professional to wear. After scimming over the line of hung up cargo pants, I settled on a pair of army green ones. Unhooking them, I pulled them on. Now I had to had to find a shirt. Sighing, and placing my hands on my hips, I trudged back over to my dresser, and opened a new drawer. I pulled out a black short sleeve shirt, and slipped it on. Looking in the mirror, I realized that my outfit wasn't the issue here, it was my damn hair. It was flying everywhere, and with me pulling that shirt over my head it made it 10x worse. Sighing, I jogged back over to the bathroom. I grabbed the first comb I saw, and attempted a middle part.

   Surprisingly, it actually worked out. I made sure both sides were even, and combed it out. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that it wasn't that bad. I sighed, and flicked the light off in the bathroom before exiting. Going back to my dresser, I took a pair of socks from an already open drawer, and grabbed a pair of boots from my closet. I took both items out of my room, and made my way into the hallway. When I rounded the corner, sure enough there he was.

  Entirely focused on flipping the bacon, he didn't even hear me come out of my room. He still had on his pjs, and he had put back on his mask. Clearing my throat, I voiced a 'good morning' to him. His head shot up immediately, and I saw his eyes soften upon seeing me. "Good morning, mein liebe." He cooed, before shifting his attention back to cooking. Smiling at the nickname he called me, I bent down, and pulled my socks on, shoving my feet into my boots, and lacing them shortly after. "Hey, whacha' makin'?" I asked, making my way around, and into the kitchen.

   His head shot up upon hearing my question. "Nothing too grand, just a little something for us." He said. Except...it was anything but "just a little". The entire counter was literally covered with food, and not just any food, good looking food too. Pancakes, bacon and eggs, ham and cheese omelets, you name it, and it was there. As I stood there with my mouth literally agape, I wondered who in the hell was going to eat all of this. Drowned out in my own thoughts, I hadn't noticed that he was watching me out if the corner of his eye. "Breakfast isn't done yet. Do you have somewhere to be?" He asked. Looking down at my own apparel, I guessed he must've seen my clothes. "Yeah, I've gotta meet up with Laswell." I said, tearing my gaze from the delicious smelling bacon. Looking at his sweat drenched back that his t-shirt clung to, I wondered how long he'd been awake to have been able to make all of this.

   "Oh. You should've told me, I would've woken you up. Did you have to go now?" He asked, still stirring whatever liquid was in the sauce pan. I watched in awe as I could clearly see his back muscles flexing from his sudden movements. Clearing my throat, I turned my gaze towards the fridge. "Yeah, and it's alright, I'm already late anyway." I said, staring at the news clippings on the fridge door like it was the most interesting thing I'd ever seen. "How long will you be?" He asked, lifting the pan off of the stove's burner, and turning to face me. "Not long. She's just going to give me my stuff, and get me up to date with the state of things around here." I said, still staring at the fridge door. "What are you looking at?" He curiously asked, sauntering towards me while continuing to stir the liquid in the pan.

   "Nothing." I said, quickly fixating my gaze onto him. "Hm. Open." He said, holding out a spoon over the pan. "What is it?" I asked, examining the red liquid that sat still in the spoon. "Try it." He said, lifting the spoon up closer to my mouth. I obliged, and opened my mouth. Immediately I felt as the cool metal flipped in my mouth, and released a sweet strawberry-like gel onto my tongue. He pulled the spoon from my mouth, and waited for me to swallow. "So...how is it?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "It's really good! What is it? Tasted like strawberry a little bit." I said, licking my lips, the aftertaste still lingering on my tongue. "It's a type of Erdbeersauce, or strawberry sauce. My mutter taught me how to make it." He said, dipping the spoon back into the sauce. He placed the pan on a spare mat that was resting on the counter, and rolled up his mask. Picking back up the pan with one hand, he stepped towards me, and slid his other hand behind my head.

   Tilting my head backwards, I stood there confused for a moment. That is until I felt his soft, but cold lips press against my temple. "Be safe. Breakfast will be ready when you come back." He said, releasing my head, and flashing me a sly smile. He lifted the spoon from the pan, and placed it into his mouth. I stood there with my own mouth literally agape. 'When had he learned to flirt like that?' I asked myself. It took a minute, but I eventually realized that I really needed to leave. Grabbing my keys off the table, I made my way to the front door. "I'm leaving. See you in a bit." I said, waving to him even though he couldn't see me. "Okay, I love you. Be safe." He said, stirring in extra ingredients into his sauce.

   A smile crept upon my lips, and I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter. I rushed out the door, and slammed it behind me; only to realize that I didn't say it back. Too embarrassed to go back in, I made a mental note to say it to him when I got back. I turned around, and made my way to the staircase.

-

    Arriving at headquarters this late in the morning felt weird, but as soon as I pushed open those doors to the main building, my uneasiness went out the window. Everyone was in the lobby chatting away like there was no tomorrow. Smirking at the cheerful atmosphere, I said a few quiet good morning's to people as I passed them by. Crossing through the thick crowd of people, I made my way towards Laswell's office. When I reached her door, I took in a deep breath, and prepared myself for whatever "talk" I was going to get, as something told me that this wasn't going to be an in, and out session.

   I knocked twice before letting myself in, and I saw Laswell look up from her computer. I gave her a small smile, and shut the door behind me. "Morning." I said, trying to bypass the fact that I was later than ever to our little meeting. She shot me a lax glare, before eying the empty seat in front of her desk. Catching her drift, I walked over to the chair, pulled it out, and sat down. "Morning Belle." Laswell said, turning around in her swivel chair to reach for something that was behind her. Stretching my neck to see what it was, I watched as she pulled a clear plastic bag that was labeled "Evidence" on it. She extended the bag out to me, and beckoned for me to take it. I did, and looked at it questioningly. "That's your stuff that was collected from your office. They used it as evidence." She said, reclining back into her chair, and crossing her arms.

   "Evidence?" I questioned. "Yup. They conducted a full investigation on the incident. Speaking of which, that leads me to my frist point." She said, shooting me a slight smile. I placed the plastic bag on the floor next to the chair, and crossed my arms as well. Part of me was eager to know what she was going to say, the other half...not so much. "I'll spare you the guessing game already. It's about your big admirer." She said, clearing her thoat. I immediately knew who she was talking about, and I felt my heart sink. Subconsciously gripping my elbows in fear, I waited for her to continue. "I submitted a report to the big boss, and...let's just say he was not very pleased. We're still awaiting an absolute punishment, but as of now we are looking at König possibly being banned from ever stepping foot on a military base again, to him being put in solitary confinement indefinitely." She said, looking at me with pity in her eyes.

   I began chewing on my lip, and bouncing my leg to try and ease my ever growing anxiety. "But, I did make sure to give the entire story, and that's mainly the reason that this is still being reviewed, so don't get too sad about it hun. Best case scenario is that they remove him from Kortac, and drop all other pending charges." She said, brandishing a small smile. I nodded, taking all of this in. "It's going to be okay, I promise. Now on to the good stuff!" She said, sitting up straight in her chair, and pulling herself towards her desk. We sat in silence as she tried pulling up something from her computer. 'So...there's a possibility of him being sent away?' I asked myself. I was terrified of that ever happening, and it was taking everything in me to not break down, and cry.

   I had just gotten him back, and I couldn't lose him again, especially not after how I saw him in that state at the asylum. Laswell snapped her fingers, bringing me back to focus. "Here it is. Ok, there's a banquet-...Oh it's tonight." She said, suddenly grimacing at her screen. "There's a banquet happening tonight, not sure if you can make it, but it's a party with both companies. It's supposed to mark the end of you guy's break so I suggest you go if you have time. Bring that man with you, too. You're going to need a date." She said, winking at me. "Alright, that's it. Any questions?" She asked, turning her full attention to me. I shook my head, and started to stand. "The party starts at 8:00pm, be there on time please." She said, shooting me a serious glare. I nodded, and headed for the door. I excused myself, and let myself out.

   As soon as I shut her door, I crumpled to my knees. I couldn't cry, not here, not in front of these people; I told myself. But those punishments that Laswell gave as possibilities scared me to no end. It didn't matter if it was just a thought, I was still scared regardless. Sighing, I slowly brought myself to stand, and exited the building through the back. I didn't want to be seen, or stopped by anyone I knew. As I made my way back to my dorms, I saw Soap and Gaz trying to drag someone or something out of a downstairs room. Confused, I halted, and tried to get a better look at what they were doing. "Come onnnn you need to leave your room man! It reeks in here, give it a rest." I heard Soap yell out. "What the hell do you eat? Why are you so bloody heavy mate?" I heard Gaz whine out. Intrigued at their dialogue, I stayed put, and waited to see what would happen. That was, until I heard the sound of a Simon letting loose a string of curses, and slurs aimed towards both Gaz, and Soap. Chuckling at the mere sight of the whole thing, I turned around, and decided to take a different way back to my dorm.

-

   Getting out my keys, I braced myself for whatever I might walk in on. It'd been a good hour since i'd left, and there was no telling if König went ballistic or not. I took in a deep breath, shoved my key into its hole, and twisted. I let myself in, and closed the door behind me. The house was a little too silent, and after a few steps inside, I realized something was wrong. "Nick...? Are you still here?" I called out, to which I got no answer; at least not right away. I heard the sound of the guest bathroom door being flung open, and out emerged a soaking wet König. He had no shirt on, and was wearing a pair of baggy grey sweats. "Sorry liebling, I thought i'd take a quick shower before you got back." He said, nearing towards me with a huge smile plastered on his face.

   He had trails of water streaming from his hair, and down to his chest. "It's alright." I said, before actually looking at his chest. Upon doing so, I felt my heart sink. 'How had I forgotten?' I asked myself. I felt my brows pinch together in concern as I looked at his battered, and beat up chest. It was badly bruised, and he had cuts on every inch of his skin. 'Why hadn't I thought to check over his body last night?' I asked myself. I had seen how bad his arms were...'if only i'd taken the time to just look I would've seen this', I scolded myself. How he wasn't keeled over in pain was honestly beyond me.

   "Nicolas..." I started, before extending an arm out, and gently tapping one of his bruises. "Does it hurt?" I asked, looking up him. He was still grinning from ear to ear, and looking down at me like I was one of the most coolest things he'd ever seen. "No, not anymore." He said, drawing an arm up himself, and gently rubbing my cheek with his thumb. "Did they do this-" I started to ask, but he cut me off. "No. All of this happened when I tried escaping." He said, pulling me close by my waist, and placing a kiss on my forehead. "Thank you for caring, my love." He whispered, before letting me go, turning around, and making his way back into the bathroom. He shut the door again, and I was left to stand there, and think about what I just saw. 'Was he truly okay?' I asked myself, before making my way to my bedrooom.

   I kicked off my boots, and made my way into my own bathroom, where I peeled off my work clothes, and pulled on some more comfortable lounging clothes. After staring at my reflection in the mirror, I finally decided that I was still going to try and patch him up, even if he declined my help. Bending down, I searched my cabinets for a first aid kit. Upon finding it, I grabbed it, and I made my way out of my bathroom; out of my bedroom, and over to the guest bathroom. Taking in another breath, I knocked. Shortly after, the door opened, revealing a half naked König with shaving cream on his face; razor in hand. He seemed confused as to why I was here, until he saw what was in my hand. "What're you gonna do with that?" He asked, turning back around to face the mirror. "Just wanted to try, and patch you up. If you'll let me, that is..." I mumbled. He paused for a moment, before slowly turning to look over at me. Furrowing his brows, he put down the razer. "Of course I'll let you. None of this hurts, but if you want to do it then I don't mind." He said, extending an arm out, and pulling me into the bathroom.

   He turned to pick back up the razor, and handed it to me. "Could you maybe finish this for me then?" He asked. I smiled, and nodded. To which he walked us over to the toilet, pushed the lid down, and sat. I grabbed a damp cloth, some tissue, and my first aid kit, and set them down on the counter closest to us. "Which way does your hair grow?" I asked, genuinely confused on how I was supposed to do this. "Huh?" He questioned, looking up at me with utter confusion plastered on his face. "Like does it grow downwards or upwards?" I said, putting my hands on my hips. "Are you asking if you're supposed to go up or down?" He asked, keeling over, and silently chuckling. "Well...yeah. I mean I don't know how to do this dude." I said, giggling along with him. "No my love, come." He said, pulling me closer, and trying to keep himself from laughing. "Here, it's like this." He said, cupping my hand that had the rasor in it, and placing it to his cheek.

   In one swift motion, he drug it straight down. "See? Any way that's comfortable for you is fine. Just don't do it too hard, or you'll cut me." He said, letting go of my hand, and settling both of his own on my waist. I nodded, and got to work. It took a while, but I was able to finish one whole side of his face, and to say that I was elated was simply an understatement. "Rag please." I said to him. He reached for it with one arm, and handed it to me. "You gotta sit up you know. I can't see anything." I said. Somehow, someway, he had slung both arms around my waist, and was resting his forehead on my belly. "Cmon lift your head. I have a whole other side to do." I said, stringing my fingers through his perfect brown hair. It was a little damp, but I didn't really mind. "Mmh." He groaned out, still not bothering to move. I sighed, and decided that I'd just let him stay like that as it wasn't uncomfortable for me.

   I put the razor down on the counter, and used both hands to play around in his hair, occasionally massaging his scalp. "Reminds me that I've got some good, and bad news for you." I said softly. I felt a muscle in his forearm twitch, and he tightened his hold on me just a little bit. "Which do you wanna hear first? Good or bad." I asked, taking a piece of his hair, and coiling it around my finger. He stayed silent for a while before answering, "Bad." He mumbled. Sighing, I prepared myself for what I had to say. "So, during me and Laswell's talk, she told me that she submitted a report on the whole incident, and....um. Sorry-" I said, clearing my throat, and trying to rid myself of an oncoming sadness. He didn't say anything, nor budge, and I took it as a sign to keep going. "She said that the higher ups were not very thrilled, and were still thinking of a verdict. But worse case scenario would be you getting sent away, and made to serve an indefinite amount of time in solitary confinement. There was also the possibility of you getting stripped of all your titles, and getting thrown out of the base." I said, mumbling the last part.

   I paused stroking his hair, and waited for his reaction. After a while he spoke. "The good?" He asked quietly. 'Guess he isn't taking the news very well either, huh..?' I thought to myself. "The good is that there is a possibility that all charges can be dropped." I said, resuming my little massage session for his scalp. "Hm." Was all he said. We stayed in a comfortable silence for a good minute, until I couldn't take it anymore. "Nick...how do you feel right now?" I hesitantly asked. "Like I'm in heaven." He replied, not even a moment later. 'Like he's what?' I asked myself. "You aren't... I don't know, scared?" I said, tilting my head to look down at him. He simply shook his head, and huffed out a laugh. 'Was I overreacting?' I asked myself.

   Deciding that we'd wasted enough time, I reached over, and picked up the razor. "Alright sit up so I can finish the other side." I said, poking my finger dead in the dead center of his head. With a groan, he pushed himself to sit up again. I reapplied some shaving cream, to his chin, and got to work. At some point I realized that I'd forgotten to mention the banquet to him. 'How much time had even passed? We still needed to go to the store...' I thought to myself. After finishing his beard, I stepped away to rinse the razor, and re-dampen the cloth. I dapped his face, and removed all of the extra shaving cream. Once I finished cleaning him up, I stepped back again, and admired my work. His face was as smooth as a baby's bottom. 'That's one thing done' I said to myself, placing my hands on my hips, and thinking.

   "There's another thing that I forgot to mention." I said, reaching over, grabbing the first aid kit, and kneeling down in front of him. He looked taken aback at first, before falling victim to his curiosity. "There's a banquet tonight. It starts at 8:00." I said. He silently watched as I measured the size of the bandages to his cuts, and bruises. "Did you wanna go with me?" I asked, and silently awaited his answer. After a good minute he spoke. "Of course. Is there a theme?" He asked, seemingly curious. "No not exactly. Sit up straight." I told him, moving closer, and unsticking the first bandage. He obliged, and sat up. I applied an anti inflammatory cream to the injury, and covered it with an appropriate sized bandage.

   It took some time, but I was able to treat all of the wounds on his body. By the time I fully finished, my knees were so sore, it felt like I was locked in place. "Need help?" He asked. I scoffed at him, and rolled myself back onto my heels. I already knew what his version of "help" was going to be, and I didn't feel like being carried. He shot me a devious smile as soon as he realized that I was onto him. I smiled back, and peeled my knees off of the carpet. Extending an arm out, I pulled myself to stand, and watched as he did the same. Together, both of us cleaned up the bathroom, and headed out. "What time is it?" I asked, wondering if he had his personal phone on him. "A quarter till 1:00." He said. I felt my eyes go wide, and he cocked his head to the side in confusion. "We need to leave NOW." I said exclaimed, shoving my feet into a pair of slippers, and making my way to the front door. I already knew it was going to take us a good while to find a color that we both could settle on, let alone a style.

   He stood there confused for a hot minute, before catching my drift, and sprinting to my room. By the time I had stepped foot outside of my dorm, he was right there tearing a shirt over his head. We looked like bums, but I guess it served it's purpose as we were confidential military personnel. Maybe overly casual clothes would avert attention....

Time skip~ 7:55pm

   We arrived on time, and made our way to the venue. König locked his car, and we walked up the steps that led to front door. They must've already started, as I could clearly hear the loud music from inside. König shifted in front of me to open the door, and as soon as I stepped foot inside the place, an overbearing stench of liquor hit my nose. As much of a grown woman that I was, I hated the smell of alcohol, let alone the taste. Pinching my nose, I waited by the door for König as he let two other women in behind him. He smiled upon seeing me wait for him, and rushed over to link arms with me. We walked for a short while, trying to find where our task force was positioned, and after some time we found it. I greeted everyone that was still sitting there, and took a seat myself. König tried sitting down with me, but I stopped him. "Nuh uh. I believe you have some place to be sir." I said, poking a finger at him.

   "Go apologize to Horangi. It's the perfect time." I said, looking up at him. He seemed taken aback, but decided not to go against me. Instead, he simply nodded, give my exposed shoulder a light pat, and walked off. I smiled to myself, seeing that he actually listened to me. As I sat in my seat, and watched the waves of drunk soldiers stumble around, I noticed Gaz in the midst of it all. I whipped out my phone, and opted to take a picture, but what I failed to notice was how both he, and Soap noticed my presence. Besides the sound of two drunk idiots laughing while they drug me from my own seat, the venue was semi- calm. After succeeding in pulling me from my comfortable chair, Soap ran off with some woman he saw, and Gaz grabbed both of my hands, and led me into some sort of a dancing routine. I had to admit this whole interaction was priceless, and I swear I was laughing every second. That is until Gaz slipped off by himself, leaving me in the middle of the dance floor by myself.

   Feeling more than just embarrassed, I started to make my way back to my chair, before I was pulled back yet again. After leaving the bar with Horangi, König had come sauntering back to me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, and softy hugging me from behind. I was initially taken aback, but I let him be after smelling the liquor in his breath. 'He, and Horangi must've had a drinking contest.' I thought to myself. He rested his head gently atop mine, and swayed us to the beat of the music for a little while, before his friends called him back over. Spinning me around to face him, he pressed a gentle kiss to my temple, and walked away.

~ Third person's POV (nsfw)

   "Well, how are things going with her?" Roze asked, sipping her drink, and eyeing König. She was beyond nosy, and so was everyone else, Horangi included. König smiled to himself, and looked in her direction. "Things are great. She's beautiful, kind, and caring. Everything I could ever want." He said, slurring his words a bit. "You're still a virgin right?" Roze asked, snickering at her own unnecessary question. "Mmh." He said, ignoring Roze completely, and continued to stare at her from across the room.

   Licking his lips, he tasted the champagne residue, and it only served to amp him up even further. He tried to keep himself in check, but dear god when was the last time he got himself off? His dick was throbbing, and was begging to touched, but he knew that he needed to demonstrate self control. He never expected that he'd be the one leaving drunk, let alone horny. He shifted around in his seat multiple times, trying to find comfort around his ever growing bulge. Roze, and Horangi's conversation began fading from his line of hearing as all he could see was her, all he could hear was her, and all he could smell was her. He wanted to touch her, kiss her. Do all the things that men only wished they could do to her. He wanted to see her legs shake as he drove her crazy.

   He wanted to taste every inch of her. He wanted to hear her sweet little voice cry out his name, his real name. He wanted to see her face as he took his time, as he slowly unraveled her. As he licked, sucked, and kissed every inch of her skin until she begged him to stop. Fuck, and just like that his fantasies became too much. Without a word to his friends, he slid off the barstool he was sitting on, and left Roze and Horangi behind looking dumbfounded. He pushed his way through the tiny crowd, and walked over to her table. Watching as her pretty little eyes trailed their way up his body to meet his own, he wondered if she'd have that same look on her face as he fucked her lights out.....

~ First person POV (nsfw + brief mention of blood play)

   As I sat near the fruit bar, I watched as Gaz attempted to hit up a girl from KorTac. It was quite the sight, and I was enjoying myself watching him, as well as the others. In fact, watching drunk people in general was just so fun. Smiling to myself, I raised my glass, and pressed it against my lips. It was then I saw König glance over at me, and leave his seat at the bar. Confused, I cocked an eyebrow at him as I watched him make his way over to me. Upon reaching me, he stuck out his hand, took the glass from me, and chugged it. Shocked, I watched as his adam's apple bobbed up, and down as he gulped down my drink. My mouth was in an O shape, and I couldn't seem to close it. He let out a loud sigh, and slammed the glass down on the table.

   He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and just stared down at me. "Everything ok Nick?" I asked, feeling my brows pinch together in slight worry. I couldn't see his eyes due to the darkness of the venue, but I could tell, I could feel him looking at me. "Mmh." He mumbled, before walking around to the side of my chair, and getting down on his knees. My eyes went wide, and I was about to say something when all of a sudden I felt him rest his head in my lap. 'Was he drunk...?' I asked myself as I stared down at him. I sighed, and gently ran my fingers through his hair. "Wanna go home?" I asked, and I felt him nod.

-

   We ended up leaving early, and on the way home, he kept insisting that he wanted to take me back his place for whatever reason. I agreed, and that's where we ended up going. As soon we stepped foot into his barracks, he locked the door behind him, and walked me to his bedroom. He guided me inside by my waist, and when we reached the middle of the room, he spun me around. Pressing another kiss to my temple, he hugged me. "Sleep well, my love." He whispered into my ear, before releasing me, and turning around to leave the room. Confused on where he was going, I called out to him. "Where are you going?" I asked. "I'll sleep on the couch." He quickly said, nearing the door. 'Was he scared to be alone with me or something?' I thought to myself. "Oh...ok. Sleep well too, and goodnight. I....love you." I mumbled. At first I didn't think he'd heard me, but I was quickly proven wrong the moment I watched his hulking figure spin around, and take a few steps toward me to close the distance that once separated us. I was met with a wall of black, pressumably his chest, and I crooked my neck backwards to get a better look at his face.

   What I saw almost caused my heart to stop. He was looking down, dead at me. His eyes were wide and his pupils were drawn to mere pins. Shocked, I took a step back, causing him to take a step forward. The room was dead silent, except for his exceptionally loud breathing. "...Nick..?" I called out to him. "Hm?" He responded. I felt my stomach drop. Something wasn't right. It was like he was there, in front of me, but at the same time he wasn't. A cold surface being pressed to my bare arms brought back my attention. I whipped my head around to see what it was that I had touched, and he took the chance to get even closer. A sigh of relief left my lips as I realized that I had just touched a wall. 'Had I been backing up this entire time...?' I asked myself.

   Turning my attention back to him, I noticed that he had put a hand on the wall, and was seemingly using it to keep himself up. We stayed in silence for a good few minutes until he finally said something. "Did you mean it..?" He breathlessly asked. I cocked an eyebrow at him while I thought about what he was asking. After a short minute, I nodded silently. He brought his free hand up, ripped off his glove, and softly cupped my chin. "Use your words, my love." He lowly cooed. "I don't say things I don't mean." I said, looking up at him. He let out a satisfied grumble, and moved even closer to me, now using his body to gently pin me against his bedroom wall. "I love you too." He said in a strained voice. "Do you mean it?" I teasingly asked. He chuckled, and embraced my body in a warm hug. He bent down, and burrowed his head into the crook of my neck, "Of course!" He exclaimed. I couldn't help but laugh, but that all stopped when his hands began exploring my waist.

   "...König?" I called out to him in between my soft, labored breaths. He paused his menstruations, and listened. "Hm?" He mumbled. "What are you-" A loud gasp escaped my mouth before I could even finish my sentence. "I'm sorry, bärchen." He said, raising himself up again, and backing away. "I can wait a little longer." He said, brandishing a toothy smile. In shock, I watched him as he licked his now bloody lips, using his tongue to spread it all on his teeth. 'Blood? When had he raised his mask? Why is he bleeding? Did he just...-' Slowly I raised my hand, and lightly touched my neck. When I brought it back down, and into my line of vision, it was clear as day that the blood that was on his lips was mine. He had bit me. I wasn't mad, as I was shocked more than anything.

   I turned my attention back to him. He was just standing there, watching me with now pink lips. Maybe it was temperature in the room, or how desperate and lust-filled his eyes were, but heat slowly started to creep it's way into my abdomen. Out of nowhere, I watched as his body visibly jotled forward, and he shook his head. "Fuck. I'm out of my mind." He said, bringing his hands up to cup his head. His sudden outburst ripping me from my devious, and very unethical thoughts. I met his gaze again, and instead of keeping it, he looked somewhere else. "I'm gonna go now. I really am sorry. I hope.....that I didn't fuck anything up." He said, backing away, and getting ready to turn around. I acted quick, grabbing his bow-tie, and yanking him back towards me. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it." I said, glancing down at the ground in embarrassment.

   "You liked it...?" He asked, stepping closer to me. "Yeah...I did." I said, looking up at him, and releasing my grip on his tie. His eyes were so dialated he genuinely looked like a cat. "Do you want me to do it again...?" He asked, brandishing his signature toothy grin. I pinched my lip in between my teeth, and nodded. "Tell me." He said, lowering himself so that he was eye-level to me. "Yes." I whispered. He let out a grunt of approval, and let his hands fall to my waist. He pulled me close to him, and crashed his lips onto mine. His kiss was soft, and gentle, until it wasn't. The longer the kiss went on, the more desperate it became. He broke it after a little while, and looked down at me, his eyes clouded with primal lust. "I want you..." he cooed into my ear.

Oh my

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✍ ( ◔◡◔ ) // Well folks that's the end of that. See ya next week👩‍🦯. I tried my best. (Please don't beat me up, next part will be up later tomorrow.) I feel like I left out a lot of details, but idk. Opinions? How've you guys been?//