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the world outside is calm. the trees and grass are covered in a soft, untouched blanket of white. ponds are frozen over and icicles are hanging from the bottoms of bridges. dawn steadily approaches and a once dark landscape will soon be littered with gold.
inside of michael kaiser’s countryside property, however?
“liebling, please, I need to get up!” the blond pleads.
chaos.
he’s been trying to go on his morning run for what feels like hours at this point. trying and failing.
as soon as his alarm went off twenty minutes ago, you had woken up and whined about it being too early to do anything productive. he had shushed you and allowed himself five more minutes in bed, even going as far as to let you curl into his side.
clearly that was a mistake, because you still haven’t let go of him, even as he tries to maneuver himself into a sitting position.
“no,” you mumble into his side, arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
he groans and tries to pry your arms off. “hase, come on. I’ll be back before you know it!”
“no!” you repeat, this time with more bite behind it. “we’re on holiday, michael, you can go on your run later!”
you know asking him to skip one day would be for naught, so you attempt to compromise with him.
“or I could just get it out of the way now, and cuddle for the rest of the morning once I’m back!”
to no avail, of course. he's stubborn, but so are you.
“you’ll be all sweaty and gross!”
“that’s what we have a shower for, schatz.”
“but it’s not the sameeee,” you roll your eyes and drag out the word. “just stay with me and cuddle.”
he cards a hand through his hair and tries to keep any signs of amusement off of his face. kaiser isn’t annoyed with you in the slightest- in fact he's kind of relieved that you’re being clingy right now. it makes him feel wanted. desired.
loved.
he knows that he’ll get his run in today no matter what, but he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy messing with you.
even if it is six in the morning.
so when he feels your grip loosen just enough, he quickly stands and attempts to make his way into the bathroom to get ready. he assumes you'll follow him into the bathroom and talk his ear off to wear him down, or maybe even insist upon him carrying you as he gets his morning routine done.
what he doesn’t anticipate, however, is you jumping on his back and causing him to lose his balance.
“you can’t escape my cuddles, micha, but nice try,” you say once he’s steady again and holding onto your thighs to keep you from slipping.
“how do you even have the energy to do that this early?!” he gasps.
you nuzzle into his neck from behind. “I could ask you the same thing about your run, baby.”
he finally lets one little laugh slip out- he personally wouldn’t even count it as such, it’s more of an aggressive exhale, but of course you do.
and as always, you can sense his crumbling resolve. you know exactly where to hit him where he’s weak.
“c’mon, baby, sleep in with me a little longer,” you whisper, trailing kisses up his neck and towards his sensitive ears. “you don’t want to leave me freezing cold and all alone in our bed, do you?”
his left ear twitches slightly, but he doesn’t waiver and you smirk, letting go and falling back onto the semi-firm mattress (he insists upon semi-firm because it's better for lumbar support. he'd be damned if a bad back were to keep him away from soccer). “all right, I guess… if that’s what you want…”
you count for three beats in your head before you're grinning triumphantly and welcoming him back into your arms. apparently the guilt of leaving you in bed on holiday is too much for him to bear. "du bist unerträglich, weißt du das?" he mumbles into your chest.
you snicker and run your hands through his soft hair. "I know."
"and you're coming with me on my run later," he peeks up at you, daring you to deny him.
you sigh and stare up at the ceiling, allowing yourself to take in the last moments of peace before you have to get up for real. "yeah, I figured you'd say that."
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(rough) translation: you're unbearable, you know that?