𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 & 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 16 :ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇʙᴜɢ

REFERENCE PHOTO ABOVE: How König holds you when ya'll sleep together.

( VERY short chapter -I might add onto this later- I'm sorry for messing up my schedule ya'll, next week will be different I'm sure of it!  I'm going to get in the habit of using position references since my ass sucks at describing positions lol. <3 )

   I woke up, not to bright rays of sunshine, but to a pitch black, cold room. Ever since that incident, this had become a common occurrence for me. I'd wake up in a cold sweat -caused by my nightmares- move around a bit, and fall back asleep. When I wake back up for the second time, a whole day usually has passed. This horrible process always fucks with my sense of time, leaving me feeling both confused and lost. 'I really need to seek some professional help.' I sighed, and tried reaching up to scratch the edge of my nose.

   When I found that I physically couldn't reach my nose with my hand, I realized just how uncomfortable, and sore my body felt. I was laid on my side -something I never did- and both of my arms were pressed up against both myself, and something solid. I attempted to turn around, wondering how in the hell I positioned myself like this. I tried dragging my arm -the one that had the IV in it- away from my chest, but I soon found out that I couldn't. I was stuck. Panicking, I shot my head upwards to try and see what was keeping me imprisoned. I hit something hard with the top of my head. I groaned in pain, and so did the thing I hit.

  'What the fuck???' I laid there and thought for a moment. 'Ok. I don't know what time it is. That's fine, but...why am I stuck? Did the nurses strap me to the bed or something???'  Then it hit me, my mouth formed an "O" shape, and my one eye opened wide. 'Oh, I forgot. Was it yesterday morning?' I remembered how I practically begged König to sleep with me. 'Ah...that really doesn't sound appropriate now that I think about it.'

   Just as I had started to relish in my sudden realization, König adjusted his hold on me, pulling me closer to his chest, and grumbling something inaudible. My back was now in an insufferable amount of discomfort, and so were my arms. My hand that had the IV in it wasn't all that affected, which I found weird, but that didn't matter, he was literally crushing me right now. I let out a soft grunt, trying to adjust myself in a way where I wouldn't be in so much discomfort. 'Should I wake him up? Dear god, I can't breathe.'

   I knew I had to, or I'd pass out from lack of air, but I didn't know how. The last thing I wanted to do was scream at him, he'd been too kind to me to do that. After a while of me thinking of how to wake König, and of him squeezing me even tighter, I settled on not yelling at him. Instead, I raised a finger and poked at his pec.' I'm only trying to wake him up. I'm only trying to wake him up. -'  I told myself. I kept poking him, and he started jerking around, dragging my poor body with him. He tightened his grip on me again, and I let out a tiny shriek.

   My poking increased in speed, and I heard him...snort? "Hehe...stop that! *snort* I'm ticklish..." He let out a small giggle. His words were slurred, and his voice sounded croaky. 'Did he just...snort...? Whatever, that doesn't matter right now. He seems to be waking up.'  I took in a deep breath and with all my left-over energy I called out to him, hoping he'd hear me and wake up before he crushed my rib cage, or worse, I passed out from lack of air.

   "König. You're killing me buddy...I can't breathe..." I abandoned my tactic of poking and switched to rapidly tapping his pec. "König! You're hurting me." Almost as if i'd said some magic words, I felt him spring up. He was awake, finally. He released his death grip on my body, allowing me to finally breathe properly again. "Hm? Liebling? What's wrong?" I laid there for a moment, cathing my breath and debating on whether or not I should tell him that he almost suffocated me to death. "Liebling?" The softness in his voice brought me back to reality, and I instinctively looked up, even though I couldn't see his face.

   'I'll just tell him.' I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. "Yeah...you were kind of squeezing the life out of me..." I mumbled. "Was I? No no- I'm sorry. I really am! I didn't mean to! Ah Scheiße, I knew this was a bad idea." The more he talked, the more he began blaming himself. I laid there and listened to him until finally he stopped talking completely. I felt the bed sink as he started to get up, and I wasted no time in grabbing a hold of him, pulling him to lay back down.

   "Liebling, no- I can't. I'm sorry, I really am. I'm a wild sleeper and I almost killed you. I'm never doing this again." Before I could protest against him, I felt as the bed shifted to the side a bit and felt as his warm body began leaving mine. He softly, but firmly tugged at my hand, making me let go of him. "How about we don't go to sleep, but instead talk?" I said, my voice sounding as clear as day. Though it was still troublesome to speak, I did have to admit, it felt a whole lot easier. I felt him go still and I heard him let out an audible sigh. "No sleeping...?" I hummed a response and patted the now empty spot next to me. "Okay." he sounded doubtful, but he still layed back down regardless.

   Once again, I was engulfed with his warmth, and I couldn't help but smile. We stayed in a comfortable silence for a while, until he broke it. "Bärchen...please tell me I didn't hurt your hand that had the IV in it...." He sounded genuinely worried. I huffed a dry laugh, "No, you didn't König." He responded in a low hum. Again, silence rung in both our ears, and for a split second I thought about asking that question.'What better time to ask, other than right now?' And so, I did ask him. "König...those nicknames that you call me in German...what do they mean?" I mumbled as coherently as my face allowed. "Ah...the nicknames. He let out a nervous laugh, "Sure, I'll tell you what they mean..." I didn't pay his random, nervous faltering any mind as I was too proud of myself for successfully convincing him to stay in bed with me.

Mission Accomplished...

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// What ya'll think of the reference? I'll go back and add onto this. The was more of an experiment chapter.//