//Also, XD Komodo here! Please excuse any typos or anything! This is the first time I've tried out this style, so sorry if it's kinda weird Ouo XD enjoy!
A comfortable breeze floated past the quiet quaint house, ruffling the amber leaves splashed across the yard. The moon’s radiant beams sprinkled through the windows, painting the wooden floors with a pearly shimmer. Hushed mumbling sounded from the master bedroom, from the crouched figure concealed underneath the soft comforter. The grandfather clock (a gift from a close relative) chimed loudly from the living room. Its bellows echoed throughout the house, stirring you from your slumber.
You yawned, craning your neck to look at the smaller alarm clock situated on your beside table. From what your weary eyes could make out, it read half-past twelve. Mumbling to yourself, you rolled over, searching the bed for your German husband. His side was vacant, meaning he was either in the restroom, working, or possibly (though highly unlikely) he was grabbing a small snack from the kitchen. You exhaled irritably, curling into a ball underneath the soft comforter and shut your blood-shot eyes, praying Ludwig would return soon.
From when you first met him, he was always a diligent worker: he continued working until the job was done, despite any physical or mental reluctance. Although you admired that about him, sometimes you caught yourself wishing that he was a lethargic oaf. Often, he’d find himself asleep on his desk during the early hours of dawn, still enclosed in the midst of hoards of papers. You’d feel a pang of guilt when you woke him, hating to see the failure flash through his sky blue eyes. Also, a twinge of annoyance towards the piles of work heaped in his office, mocking him with their needy eyes. Tonight was no different.
Groaning, you reluctantly stood, bare toes shrinking and shrieking at the first touch of the frosty wood. Moaning, you enveloped your figure inside your light blue silk robe and sheathed your feet inside the inviting furry slippers peeping out from under the bed. Wiping your eyes, you groggily stumbled into the hall, first checking the bathroom. Strike one. Sighing, you shuffled down the hall, pausing before the staircase to fumble in the darkness for the light switch. Once the stairs were deemed safe, you descended and continued your search. Kitchen? Strike two. “That leaves his study.”
Cautiously, you meandered down the hall, clutching the robe tightly. A beacon of light emerged from the crack beneath the door, confirming your suspicions. He was working. Again. Huffing, you knocked. “Ludwig? Liebe?”
Whispering softly, you entered his study and sighed, biting your lip. The handsome German was asleep, head resting comfortably on no doubt important documents. Slight drool seeped from his mouth, thankfully missing the papers and instead attacking the desk. He sat, crouched in his armchair, hand clutching a pen. Moisture seeped into your eyes, causing you to blink and look away from him for a moment. “Get a hold of yourself, _____! Get him into bed!” you mouthed. Smiling sadly, you silently crept to his side, kissing his head. “Ludwig…..Ludwig. Babe, wake up.” Your fingers tenderly rubbed his back, hoping to wake him. His head lifted slightly as a loud groan came from within.
“Hmmm?” He muttered, body feeling much heavier. “_-“ he began, but you cut him off with a simple kiss. “Bedtime, love. Come on.”
Once again, although you admired it, his determination was a tricky obstacle. Even when his brain was functioning at half-power did he protest! Grumbling, you pushed him again, a little bolder. “Come on, love. Bed time. Now. Let’s go, I’m tired.”
“I….have…..work to do.” He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. His cheeks were flushed, probably out of embarrassment and annoyance, but you ignored that and replied crossly that his work could wait. “Nein, it…must be done now, _____. Go to bed without me.”
Sighing, you sat on his firm desk beside the papers and folded your arms. “Ludwig, please.” Maybe begging would work. “Love, I’m tired, and I need you in bed. Please?” you whined, hand stretching to stroke his soft blonde locks. “I need you, my German in shining uniform. Pleeease come to bed.”
“_____, I can’t. I have work to finish. I’m only half-way done.” He replied, giving your hand a soft peck before grabbing his pen once more. “I can’t.”
“Ohhh…” You frowned irritably, snatching your hand away. His desk clock chimed, signaling it was one in the morning. “Ludwig, it’s one o’clock! Go to bed please!” Carefully, you lowered your head until your eyes met. His cloudy blue orbs seemed to pierce every fiber of your being, sending a chilling refusal into your nerves. An inaudible battle of wits played between both eyes, as if both were daring the other to look away. Unfortunately, he won. You sighed, shaking your head. Time for the Trump Card to be played.
You crept behind him and started to attack his back, soothingly and tenderly, knuckles working out the many knots in his broad, thick shoulders. This was the one thing Ludwig couldn’t protest against: affection.
Your practiced fingers kneaded him while your mouth planted convincing kisses to his head and neck. “Ludwig,” you repeated, “Please, please, please.”
His defenses were slowly disarmed one by one. First, his stiff demeanor. With each soothing rub, his head sank further towards his desk, reluctantly surrendering to the lulling feel of a massage. His mind screamed no, but his weary eyes and exhausted body succumbed to your marvelous ministrations. He prayed you wouldn’t stop.
Now that his gruff manner was removed, next would be his hands. Slyly, your hands left his back only to be replaced by your firm elbow. He jerked abruptly, causing you to gasp and let go. His reflexes startled you!
Shaking your head firmly, you continued dissolving the knots. One arm was draped around his collarbone for support, the other clenched tightly while the elbow moved. Your husband grunted satisfactorily and wrenched away once more, to your surprise.
Exhaling, you knew you needed to hurry things along. Smiling, you applied your womanly charms. “Ludwig,” you whispered softly, “I know you’re tired……you’re really tired…..your back’s as hard as a rock. Please come to bed…..please.” Swiftly your hand swiped the pen from his closed fist. “Come on, pleeease?”
He opened his mouth to protest but out came a moan instead. “Ahhhhh……..______.......ahhhh…….” The tight fists slowly surrendered, releasing their clasp onto the desk.
You smirked at your husband’s submission. Third, his mind and mouth needed to be secure. Now came the easiest part. You pulled his desk chair towards you and softly pressed his lips to yours. He hungrily kissed back, defenses completely overcome. The kiss was tender, though too short for his liking. Growling, he frowned once you pulled away. “_______,” he whined, lower lip vaguely jutting out.
You bit your lip tightly, refraining a chuckle. Laughter would only aggravate him. It was difficult though. Ludwig? Pouting? Adorable.
“Mhmmm?” you questioned, allowing a hand to lazily brush through his soft hair.
His desk clock chimed loudly, reminding both of you of the hour.Grumbling, the weary German huffed and lowered his head, mumbling in his native tongue.
“You like my kisses?” you teased, extending your arms for an embrace. “I have more.” Your light-hearted teasing taunted him, drawing a smirk from you. “Come with me, liebe.”
Ludwig’s cloudy eyes locked with yours, reluctance singing out from his frame. “______,” he started.
But he never finished. Realizing that he hadn’t completely surrendered, you crashed your mouth into his, silencing his consistent protests. This kiss turned passionate quickly, your tongue coaxing him to retire to bed. He struggled vehemently, and if you hadn't abruptly jerked his chair backwards, he would have won.
Gasping, you pulled away for much needed air and traced his sensitive spot with your thumb. It took a moment for you to register your words, but remembering your original mission, you summoned him with a whisper, “Liebe, time for bed. Now.
“N-no….” he protested weakly. His eyelids were disobeying his strict command and slowly drooping. You knew victory was yours for the taking. Murmuring, you tugged him upwards out of his desk chair, persuading him down the hall. He occasionally would mutter an unintelligible response, but you took extra precautions and continued pummeling his senses with light innocent touches. Eventually, his drained body collapsed onto the bed, fully clothed as usual. “Poor baby.” You hummed, wriggling him out of his boots and socks. It took immense effort, but after a good fifteen minutes of preparing the unconscious German, he was lying beside you, drowsily snuggling with you.
Your last action was a brief chaste kiss to his lips before squeezing your eyes shut, burrowing your nose into his firm chest. His left arm shifted, draping over your shoulder abruptly. You peeped at him, smiling at his relaxed form. It was comforting to know that he was actually resting (although it probably wouldn’t last nearly as long as you’d prefer it to). For now, your bodies were melded together in a sweet embrace, one you cherished deeply. Yawning, you slowly nodded off, grateful that Ludwig was home. In bed. With you.