12. Morning Kisses
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Conrad/Yozak
"Hey hey." Conrad woke to warm lips brushing against his. "Rise and shine."
"Get lost," Conrad grumbled, rolling over on his bedroll.
"Is that anyway for the Rutenburg Lion to talk?" Yozak wanted to know. Conrad felt the bedroll shift as Yozak sat down beside him. "Come on, I brought you breakfast."
"Let me guess," Conrad sighed, sitting up, "It's dried meat on a roll."
"Yup!" Yozak slapped Conrad on the back and handed him his breakfast. "But it's warm from being in my pocket."
As he chewed, it dawned on Conrad that it was still pitch dark outside.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Little skirmish on the right flank," Yozak shrugged, then siezed Conrad's arm when he tried to shoot to his feet and pulled him back down hard. "We can't go anywhere until Johan comes back with our horses, so just sit down and eat for five minutes. You won't be any good to anybody if you choke and die."
Conrad grunted something noncommittal and started shredding the rest of his roll between his fingers.
"Well, if you aren't going to eat," Yozak's teasing voice against Conrad's ear made him shiver, "I can think of something better to do in five minutes…"
Four minutes later, a very embarrassed infantry soldier yelled into the tent that their horses were right outside and he hadn't seen anything, sir!
The next night, Conrad woke up Yozak with a kiss in revenge, and it wasn't on the lips.
