König and you had just gotten back from a long mission. On the way back, all the seats were taken, forcing some people to have to sit on someone else's lap. Unfortunately, you were one of those people. You had to sit with König. There were tons of bumps in the road making him hold your waist to make sure you didn't fall. Suddenly, he tightened the grip on your waist a little, but it wasn't painful.

"Stop.. moving so much, mein gott." He said, leaning back with a muffled moan.