#freaky?

You stood at the doorway of Karl's room carrying a tray of small biscuits and a kettle of tea. Those were his favorite, you knew. He'd never admit it out loud, but you knew he absolutely loved the butter ones. They weren't too sweet, and went well with a cup of Schwarztee. Making sure to stabilize the thin metal tray in on one hand, you reached out with the other to grab the doorknob. Opening the door, you found Karl sprawled with his long limbs sprawled out on his bed. He was in his usual garb, his officers uniform minus his boots. It always baffled you that you had never once seen the man in casual wear. Not even to sleep. You'd never stayed the night with him, though, so he might change right before bed. 

"Hey," you said casually as you closed the dark wooden door behind you. Karl only gave a grumble in response, fiddling with the augilettes strapped to his shoulder. The room was pretty dark, as it usually was, aside from the 3 small melted candles he kept on his bookshelf. The curtains were closed, but a small sliver of orange light from the setting sun outside shown down onto the beaten up floor. You set the tray down on the desk and took the plate of biscuits and one teacup off of it. The sound of the hot liquid being poured into the cup filled the room before you set the kettle down and walked over to Karl's bedside. You placed the cup on the small crate he considered his nightstand, as well as the plate. One of his eyes opened slightly to glance at the items, and he perked up a bit at the sight of the biscuits. Sitting up with a slight groan, he muttered a small "thank you" before immediately reaching over to the plate. You smiled down at him, shaking your head, and turned around to go fill your own cup. It wouldn't surprise you if the plate was empty by the time you got back over to him. You both sat around for a while chatting, drinking, and enjoying each other's company. Once you noticed he had finished his biscuits and tea (teabiscuit reference? /j), a thought popped into your mind. 

"You know, Karl," you began with a smirk, "there's something we haven't done yet as a couple..." Karl grumbled under his breath at the sound of his name being said. It's the only thing he hasn't gotten used to since the two of you got together, being called by his first name by an inferior. Much to your annoyance, his personality mainly centered around his position as an officer. He always had a wall built up around himself and pushed you away when you attempted to ask him anything remotely personal.You couldn't blame him though, he was obviously masking the horrible shit he went through as a kid (which he told you at one point with very concerning nonchalance). Karl glanced over at you, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. 

"What is it?" he said, folding his arms together over his chest and leaning back against the cold wooden siding of the wall. The ratty old cot that barely fit his body creaked under his weight as he sat back and crossed his legs. With a smug expression, you sauntered over to the cot as well and sat down next to him. You leaned into him, wrapping one arm around his shoulder and leaning your head against the other. A frown spread on his lips, and if you didn't know him you would probably be offended by the reaction. He always made that face at any advance. It made him feel pathetic to be vulnerable around anyone. 

"We've never french kissed before," you whispered into his ear in a sultry tone, giving his deltoid a slight squeeze, "I think it's about time we tried it." Karl looked over at you in confusion at the word "French". He tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

"I do not believe speaking French will change how the kiss is," he stated, completely oblivious to the innuendo behind your suggestion. You chuckled to yourself and gently grabbed his chin, turning his head to make him look you in the eye. 

"That's not what I mean, моя любовь'," you said teasingly. Karl's pale cheeks flushed a bit at the pet name. 

"What is it, the-"

You cut him off abruptly to press your lips against his. His green eyes widened in surprise at the sudden advance, but he made no effort to resist. Expecting a kiss that you two normally shared, he wrapped his arms around your body and kissed you back. He pulled you closer to him and slowly changed his position on the bed. Now in a more comfortable and accessible sitting position, you could get what you wanted. With your hand on his jaw, you gently coaxed opened Karl's mouth and let your tongue delve into his. A surprised squeak escaped him at the sudden intrusion. His body tensed up and froze, as it often did when he was in shock. You felt yourself struggling not to smile, thinking back to the connection you made to Karl's nervous reactions to things. It reminded you of a goat. The ones that went stiff and fell on the ground when they got scared. After a moment of letting you explore his mouth, Karl pushed you away and gripped your shoulders tightly. You quickly removed his hands from his body, terrified you had crossed a boundary he never mentioned. His head hung low and his back heaved from the effort of trying to catch his breath. His forehead pressed against your chest, making his dark hair bunch up in the front. After a moment, he tilted his head up and sat back up straight, looking you dead in the eye. His cheeks were stained a brilliant pink, and his face was hot to the touch. 

"What was that...?" Karl asked quietly. You'd never seen him so flustered. Sure, a hint of a blush crossed his face here and there, but now... this is different.

"That was a French kiss, родной," you responded, putting a hand back on his jaw, running your index down the sharp line of the bone. Karl ran a hand up through his dark heather brown hair, his mind struggling to comprehend what had just occurred between the two of you. Despite how utterly embarrassed and shocked he was, he couldn't lie that the idea of trying it again sparked his curiosity. A silence filled the room before he spoke again, his voice wavering slightly.