2P!GermanyXReader: Training

  “Katzchen,” A voice mused. Your fist clenched, that dang pet name.

 “What do you want Lutz?” You looked at the blonde haired, violet eyed German.

  He stood in your front doorway leaning on the frame. Naturally he was wearing black military uniform pants and a white tank top. “I was wondering if you wanted to come train with me,” His voice was laced with a thick german accent.

  Running? Training for nothing in particular, it wasn’t really up your alley. But you looked at the mans violet eyes again and sighed. It wasn’t the training you were interested in.

  You turned your head to one side, “Fine, give me a sec,” You shut the door and went to your room to get some different clothes on. You decided to wear a pair of basketball shorts and a white T-shirt.

  You shuffled back out to the living room and Lutz was sitting on your couch, “Just let yourself in I guess,” You growled softly.
Lutz smirked and stood walking out the door, “What are we doing today?” You asked.

  “Weights and gym work,” He replied.
Hm. Weights. That was always fun, because Lutz always out lifted you by a couple hundred pounds.

  You both jogged to the gym where you always did weights. The people recognized you and him personally you went there so much.

  Eventually you signed in and walked over to the weights section.

  “Pull ups first _____,” Lutz said smiling.

  He knows you are a failure at pull ups.

  After Lutz busted out at least 40 pull ups in a minute it was your turn. You grabbed onto the bar and tried pulling yourself up. You were barely moving.

  “C’mon ______!” Lutz grabbed at your waist.

  “Nope-” You said quickly and trying to kick him away, resulting in you sliding off the bar on top of him blushing. “Ow,” you complained then opened your eyes.

  The force of your body hitting his knocked you both to the ground. You sat on his chest as he looked at you with wide eyes blushing.

  “Ah- I- uh,” You stuttered.

  “Geez liebe,” He complained.

  You tipped your head to one side, “Liebe?” Was this some new German nickname?

  “Liebe,” The german man looked off to one side, “it means ‘love’ in German.”

  You turned redder than a tomato as he looked back at you, a slight smirk, his violet eyes shining.

  “In fact- Ich liebe dich _____,” he said simply. You could fit it all together.

  “Ich liebe dich,” you repeated.

  You leaned down giving him a kiss on the lips. He smiled and grabbed your waist.
Then his hands slowly moved lower.

  SMACK
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

  “Liebe, its still red,” Lutz complained an hour later rubbing his cheek.

  “Put some ice on it or something you wimp,” You huffed back smiling.