Sheets tangled around your legs, rumpled from the night before. The smell of sex and sweat hangs in the air, lingering as a product of what happened between you two. You look languidly out the window of his room, hands tucked under your cheek.

You lay there in the morning, the absence of König was not lost on you. You felt the warmth of his body on the sheets that hadn’t cooled yet. And there was his sniper’s hood hanging off the dresser, almost a temptation for you to try it on.

“Good morning, Liebste.” His voice is husky yet dulcet as he lightly shakes you. “Get up, I have plans for us today.”

You turn over and stare at him, sheets clutched to your bare chest as the words bubble in your throat.

“We can’t do this anymore.” Five words make him pause. Five words make him look you over with scrutiny, until he brushes your hair out of your face.

“I mean it, we can’t do this anymore.” Your voice echoes with a slight hitch, becoming a question of whether or not this situation should continue.

Friends with benefits; friends who fucked.

“No. We are not having this discussion here. Get up, get dressed. I have a surprise for you. Now bitte.” He responds with a clear and concise decision. He takes a firm stance on this relationship that was more physical. And he can’t deny that he wants you, that he had wanted you for a long time.

He wants you; wants you so fucking bad it hurts.

You stare in silence, your eyes sweeping over him. For the last 4 months you’d been sleeping together; you’d have sex whenever the mood struck you and there was little else.

At least that’s what you told yourself.

König saw it differently, he knew there was more and he wanted more.

“Kö-“ your voice hitches again, and you’re taken back by the firmness in his voice.

“-I promise we’ll talk liebling ” His lips graze yours as he looks you over with heat burning in his eyes. “After you get dressed and come with me.”

König wasn’t stupid, he knew what was on your mind. He knew how you felt and he felt the same way.

König loved you.