Several hours later, Gilbert elbowed open the door to the library, holding a cup of hot tea on a saucer and gnawing nervously at his lip, expecting all fifteen volumes of that encyclopedia set to come flying at his face in quick succession.
Thankfully, Roderich sat on the side of the library opposite from the shelf housing those particular books, by the window and with an embroidery hoop in his hands. There was a pleasant smile on his face which morphed into a halfway scowl as the albino drew nearer. He accepted the tea warily, and turned back to his embroidery with an elegantly upturned nose.
"I'm sorry," Gilbert burst out, reaching up to rub the back of his neck and having the sense to look sheepish. "For yelling at you. It was...erm...wrong. And uncalled for."
It took a few minutes' awkward silence before Roderich sighed and set down his needlework. "You know, I really don't get what it is with you and sex."
"It's amazing," defended Gilbert. "Especially with you!"
"Now you're just flattering me." There was a pleased blush on Roderich's face, and the brunet hurriedly picked his embroidery hoop back up.
Gilbert nodded vigorously.
"Even when I'm so fat and -"
"You're not fat!" interrupted an aghast-looking Gilbert. "You're pregnant, and with my awesome kid!"
Roderich looked dubious, so Gilbert continued. "No, really! When I look at you, it's like you've somehow gotten even sexier than you were before the, ah, new curves! Like sexiness comes with pregnancy or something!"
"Never knew you were a chubby chaser," remarked the Austrian dryly, crossing his arms as if daring Gilbert to list off more reasons why he should strip.
"And you know, with all that extra weight pushing your insides out of shape, I bet that you're really, really tight right now!"
Gilbert was aware of Roderich's scandalized expression before the pregnant man was on his feet, embroidery hoop in hand for a split second before he chucked it at his head hard enough to bruise. "If you had any chance before," ground out the brunet, quivering in embarrassed rage, "you just blew it off. So shoo."
The Prussian didn't want to leave, but the heavy tomes projected at his head - somehow, Roderich crossed to the encyclopedia shelf in half a second - quickly changed his mind.
Boner Disease [2b/3]
Several hours later, Gilbert elbowed open the door to the library, holding a cup of hot tea on a saucer and gnawing nervously at his lip, expecting all fifteen volumes of that encyclopedia set to come flying at his face in quick succession.
Thankfully, Roderich sat on the side of the library opposite from the shelf housing those particular books, by the window and with an embroidery hoop in his hands. There was a pleasant smile on his face which morphed into a halfway scowl as the albino drew nearer. He accepted the tea warily, and turned back to his embroidery with an elegantly upturned nose.
"I'm sorry," Gilbert burst out, reaching up to rub the back of his neck and having the sense to look sheepish. "For yelling at you. It was...erm...wrong. And uncalled for."
It took a few minutes' awkward silence before Roderich sighed and set down his needlework. "You know, I really don't get what it is with you and sex."
"It's amazing," defended Gilbert. "Especially with you!"
"Now you're just flattering me." There was a pleased blush on Roderich's face, and the brunet hurriedly picked his embroidery hoop back up.
Gilbert nodded vigorously.
"Even when I'm so fat and -"
"You're not fat!" interrupted an aghast-looking Gilbert. "You're pregnant, and with my awesome kid!"
Roderich looked dubious, so Gilbert continued. "No, really! When I look at you, it's like you've somehow gotten even sexier than you were before the, ah, new curves! Like sexiness comes with pregnancy or something!"
"Never knew you were a chubby chaser," remarked the Austrian dryly, crossing his arms as if daring Gilbert to list off more reasons why he should strip.
"And you know, with all that extra weight pushing your insides out of shape, I bet that you're really, really tight right now!"
Gilbert was aware of Roderich's scandalized expression before the pregnant man was on his feet, embroidery hoop in hand for a split second before he chucked it at his head hard enough to bruise. "If you had any chance before," ground out the brunet, quivering in embarrassed rage, "you just blew it off. So shoo."
The Prussian didn't want to leave, but the heavy tomes projected at his head - somehow, Roderich crossed to the encyclopedia shelf in half a second - quickly changed his mind.