Now, today you were reading a lemon.
As in, how Francis would explain it: "It is something that you do with someone that you love, you first kiss then you give a tickle to beeeeep, then you take a little taste and you put beeeeeeep in your mouth. Then the best part is when you put your beeeeeeep into beeeeeeeeeep and then you beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep."
Though that was a bit complex.
This time, you felt a hand on your shoulder.
You turned around to see his dripping wet blonde hair and blue eyes trail itself to the screen.
You watch his blue orbs widen as his cheeks grow a bit even... pink?
"What are you reading, (Name)!?"
"It's just something called a lemon!"
"It surely isn't the type of lemon I'm thinking about nor is it sour at all! You're just like Francis!"
"N-No! I'm not! It's just that it's really an interesting fan-fiction to read and it was this part and yo-"
"Stop!" His shout fill the room as you look at him, more or less - dumbfounded.
"... I'm not sorry though."
"I know you're not." You heard his teeth clutching tighter in maybe, anger?
"Are you jealous?"
"Nein! Definitely not!"
"Yes you are," you replied him teasingly. "Read it again, read it again!"
"I don't need to read again such childish thing to gain experience on such a thing! How foolish!" You gasped at his reply.
"You're soulless, Ludwig!" You pouted as you shut the laptop and ran with it up the stairs.
Moments later, he only came in with a scent of beer - sitting beside you.
Reading, of course.
"See? Told you it was good."
"She has a good writing skill that portray the characters well. Not bad."
"... Is that what you look at, Ludwig?" The German nodded his head as you facepalmed.
"Is that what you're not suppose to look at?"
"That's not the point! They're having a moment of intimacy!" You felt him move your computer as he pin you down on the bed.
"Oh ja?" His blue eyes searched yours. "We could have one too."
You took up that offer, no less.