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“What the hell are you doing?”
You pause at hearing Karl’s voice, having to wiggle yourself around just so you can slip out of the cart of scrap metal and actually turn to face him.
“I’m looking for something,” You tell him while you swipe the back of a rust and oil covered hand across your sweaty forehead.
“No shit,” Karl huffs, cigar smoke billowing past his lips and out of his nose. He’s taking in your messy appearance and, while you look sexy as hell all sweaty and covered in factory grime, he knows how dangerous it is to go around digging in the scrap bare-handed. “What are you looking for?"
“You’ll see when I find it,” You say in a sing-song tone and prepare to dive back in to the scrap. You swore you saw the damn thing in one of these carts the other week…
A yelp leaves your mouth when a large gear sweeps under your stomach and lifts you up into the air. Karl steps closer as he drops and snuffs the remainder of his cigar out, coming face to face with you as the gear keeps you in place before him.
You immediately pout as you dangle in the air in front of him. “Hey, I was doing something!”
“So am I,” Karl deadpans, grabbing your face so he can dig his fingers into the flesh of your cheeks, although his touch isn’t harsh. “I expect a proper answer this time, you fucking brat. What are you looking for?”
“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” You whine. Karl squishes your cheeks harder, making you look something akin to a gaping fish. It would have been amusing if he wasn't irritated.
“That’s still not an answer,” He growls.
“It’s the only one you’re going to get!” You huff, wiggling in an attempt to free yourself. Karl isn’t letting go, the bastard.
“Do I need to discipline you? Because you’re getting awfully mouthy, you little shit.”
“Oh yes, daddy dearest, spank me until I can learn to behave again,” You drawl with a roll of the eyes. Karl frown in a way that faintly bares his teeth, but you place a hand over his mouth to shut him up before he can throw some sass back in your face. “Look, if you really want to know what I’m looking for, it’s just a stupid balance spring.”
“...That’s it?” Karl says while moving his head to the side so your hand isn’t over his mouth any more.
“Yeah, that’s it. I wanted one to wear, like you do…” You trail off, looking like a dejected puppy.
“You should have said so in the first fucking place!” Karl laughs and lets the gear fall to the floor, you falling with it until he hooks an arm around your waist and yanks you so you’re chest is pressed against his. “I have, like, fifty of the damn things lying around all over the place.”
“It was supposed to be a surprise, though!” You pout and turn in his grasp so you can cross your arms.
Karl snorts at the display, still holding you to him. “I hate surprises.”
“You didn’t hate the last surprise I gave you,” You point out, glancing up at him with your lips pursed and your gaze narrowed.
“You were naked, so that doesn’t count.” Karl huffs, but you can’t help but giggle and turn back around to give him a quick peck on the lips. Karl hums and goes in for a deeper kiss, only pulling back to tell you: “And yes, I will be spanking you later. You fucking deserve it.
You can’t help but roll your eyes and kiss him again.
Typical Karl, but that’s part of what you loved about the asshole.