König had his suspicions about what time it was for you. Ovulation week. He was proved right when you started following him around on base and pawing at his chest, pressing up against him whenever and wherever.

Touching him. Teasing him. Constantly. Eventually, he had to request leave for two weeks, taking you to his quarters.

"Really, schatz.. You are a handful." He murmured as you sat on his lap while he filled out reports. Your hips kept rocking against him.