In the middle of the night, you woke to the sound of aggravated barking, each yip and growl piercing the silence. The neighbourhood strays were fighting again, probably over a scrap bone or something. Beside you, Ludwig stirred, groaning quietly before letting out a string of curses in his native tongue.
"Vhat is zat?" he grumbled, turning towards you. In the dark, you couldn't see his face, but you could bet his sleepy expression was cute.
"Ah, you don't know." This was the first time he'd spent the night at your place. "Our neighbourhood has some stray dogs, and they're always messing around with each other."
The barking quieted, and then suddenly started up again.
Ludwig gritted his teeth, burying his face into his pillow. "God, I hate zose stupid mutts."
"Hey," you said, gently. "It's not their fault. They have to survive somehow."
He snorted in response, narrowing his sky-blue eyes that looked black in the shadows. "I von't be able to fall asleep again. Unless
" He moved closer, the bed creaking under the shift in weight, until his face was a millimeter away from yours. He smiled wickedly, waiting for you to react.
"Unless what?" you said, trying not to look flustered. Ludwig loved to tease you, but recently, you'd learned how to tease him backby pretending not to get any of his hints. His disappointed reaction was always so adorable.
He let out a heavy sigh. "Never mind," he said, sounding dejected, curling up a little. Then he perked up. "I suppoze I can still do this, zough?" He turned back to face you and pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around your waist.
"H-hey." You blinked, startled.
He gave you a kiss on the forehead and you felt his lips curve into a smirk. "Zis will do," he said, settling in. He rested his chin on the top of your head. "And you zought you could get ze better of me."
"No," you said, hiding a smile. "I don't think I ever could."
"I vouldn't vant you to. Isn't zis much more enjoyable for the both of us?"
"How am I supposed to sleep like this, though?" you asked, pressed up against his chest. Not that you particularly minded, but you doubted your heart-pounding would subside anytime soon to let you get any rest.
"Deal viz it, liebling," he whispered.
So you did.