It was pretty late at night – probably around ten or so – and you laid on your bed, reading your current favourite book before you went to sleep. As always, you lay in your trademark unusual position – legs hanging off of the side of your mattress and your head in the opposite direction of your pillow.
You turned the page, eyes scanning the small inky letters flowing across the paper you so carefully balanced between your hands. You were distracted by your reading by the sound of bare feet padding over the wooden floor of the passageway running past your bedroom.
Tilting your head backwards, you were presented with the sight of your housemate paused distractedly in your doorway, having just come out of the shower and clad in nothing but his boxers, casually towelling his damp hair dry.
Sensing your lingering gaze, Gilbert turned around, pausing with his towelling. He smirked. "Like what you see, frau?"
You returned the smirk and rolled your eyes, still looking at him from your inverted position. "Why do you insist on walking around half-naked?"
Gilbert casually sauntered into your room, draping the towel around his neck. "Only because I know you like it."
You snorted, slipping a bookmark between the pages of your novel and tossing it onto the nearby bedside table. "You flatter yourself too much."
The silver-haired East German chuckled. "Prove me wrong."
You quirked an eyebrow as Gilbert stood over you with a self-satisfied expression. "Must you really make my life so difficult?"
He grinned. "Admit it, your life would suck without my awesomeness!"
"You 'awesomeness' is something I could rather do without!" you laughed, rolling onto your stomach.
"I can tell when you're lying~" Gilbert countered in a sing-song voice, dropping the damp towel over your head.
"Hey!" you protested, grabbing the edge of the offending material and dragging it off.
"I guess I'll just have to convince you of my awesomeness some other way," the German teased.
He then proceeded to climb ontop of you, pressing his body flush against your own. You blushed and squirmed, trying to throw him off. "Gil, get off! Not funny!"
"Who said anything about being 'funny'?" he murmured huskily, arms snaking around your waist. You shivered when you felt his warm breath tickle the back of your neck.
You felt your breath hitch as goosebumps erupted all over your skin. You were very conscious of the fact that Gilbert was only clad in his boxers, and you only in a tank top and shorts. You knew that he was well aware of this, too. And you knew that he was going to play it to his advantage, being the crafty person that he was.
Gilbert trailed a path of scorching feather-light kisses from your shoulder to the nape of your neck, and you were pretty sure that your heart was about to go into cardiac arrest from over-exertion. His hands slipped under the edges of your shirt and danced skilfully up the sides of your ribcage, but you snorted and stopped them before they could progress too far. You gasped as he bit down lightly on the crook of your neck, diverting your attention just enough so that he could free his hands.
Using your distraction as his moment of opportunity, Gilbert flipped you over onto your back. Noting your furious blush, he literally moulded your bodies together.
"Convinced of my awesomeness yet?" he smirked, a hand sliding sneakily down your hip and under your waistband.
You laughed and caught his wandering hand deftly with your own. "Not entirely."
"Guess I'll have to use my last resort then," bringing both your hands above your head and pinning them to the mattress with his own.
"For the sake of your reputation, I hope it works," you muttered teasingly.
"You sure know how to wound with words, Frau," Gilbert growled, lowering his face towards yours in what you assumed to be a fake intimidation technique.
"Someone sure is touchy," you chuckled, looking up at the albino through half-closed eyes.
"I'll show you 'touchy'!" he closed the distance between the two of you, seizing your mouth passionately and preventing you from uttering any more snarky comments.
Mentally chuckling, you returned the kiss with a smirk. Feeling your mouth curve, Gilbert growled and bit your lower lip. You made a noise of protest, allowing him enough time to seize the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue. Managing to wrestle your hands from being pinned to the mattress, you snaked them around Gilbert's neck, combating his invasive tongue with your own.
What felt like too soon, Gilbert broke the kiss and rolled the two of your over, so that you were lying ontop of him with his arms wrapped around your waist.
"Convinced yet?" he smirked, ruby eyes twinkling mischievously.
You chuckled, resting your chin on his bare chest and smirking. "More or less."
Gilbert laughed. "Sounds like I gave more convincing to do, frau…"
You laughed along with him, ruffling his unkempt silver hair playfully. "Maybe."
The two of you settled into a peaceful silence for a few moments. An idea wormed its way into your head and you grinned evilly to yourself – teasing Gilbert was something you enjoyed far too much…
"Is that a banana in your shorts, or are you just happy to see me?"