A few moments after you knocked, the door opened to reveal a certain thick-browed Englishman. Arthur Kirkland, to be exact. Your classmate who was a bit grumpy at times, but good-natured nevertheless. He was always a gentleman to you, though. Which suited you just fine, seeing as he was your crush and all. Damn, it was going to be a long night.
"Uh, hey Arthur." you raised a hand to wave awkwardly at him.
Arthur seemed surprised to see you. Well, you were standing at his doorstep late at night. You'd be worried if he wasn't surprised.
"Oh, hello love. What brings you here at this late hour?"
His voice made your stomach drop, especially the way he called you "love". That man was good. You swallowed.
"Well, um, to be honest, I've sort of lost my room key..." You drifted off. Arthur raised his eyebrows, but waited patiently for you to finish. "And now I need a place to stay, and your light was on so... yeah." You finished lamely.
It took Arthur a couple moments to realize what you meant, and when he did you swore you saw him blush. He nodded quickly, then stepped aside to let you in.
"Oh, that sounds terrible! Bloody school system, they ought to stay open later for situations such as this... Come in, come in..."
You stepped in, taking a look around, since you've always been curious what his room looked like (not in that way, perverts!). It looked remarkably tidy for a guy's room, with slight accents of his culture scattered around the plain dorm walls.
Meanwhile, the Englishman was bustling around, brewing a pot of tea, producing a tin of biscuits from some cupboard (you gulped ; there had been some scary stories about the man's cooking, although you've never tried it)... And you just stood there, closed door behind you, not exactly doing anything, watching as he got everything ready for you.
"So, um..." You shifted your weight from one foot to another. The Englishman looked up from his preparations, and as if just noticing that you were there, rushed over to snatch your bag from you, place it next to his bed, and motioning for you to sit.
"Sorry about that, love! Please don't mind me, make yourself comfortable. I'll just sleep on the floor tonight, can't let a lady sleep on the hard ground while I snuggle up all comfortable on the bed, yes? Make yourself at home!"
You definitely weren't used to being treated like this, but obliged and walked over to him and sat on the bed, slightly wrinkling the Union Jack comforter underneath.
"Oh, um, that's alright, I don't really need all this..." You mumbled. It was true, you never even took care of yourself like this, and felt a bit guilty being treated like a princess by your crush, despite how amazing it was.
Arthur seemed a bit taken aback, and leaned forward to look at you more closely. You blushed, but he just stared in wonder, as if you had just missed something incredibly obvious.
"But you're a lady..." he muttered.
Your face was very, very warm from how close he was to you, and you stumbled backwards onto the bed, flinging your arms back in a pathetic attempt to break your fall. The movement caused Arthur to flinch and he stumbled, throwing his hands forward and catching himself at the last moment... right over you.
For a while you too just stayed like that, staring at each other in surprise.
"So.. um... Is this a good time to tell you I like you?" you laughed nervously.
His eyebrows raised in surprise, Arthur just stared at you, stunned. It seemed apparent that he wasn't used to this sort of thing happening to him (who was?), and didn't quite know how to react. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke.
"Well, you're a lovely lady and all ______, but I...and I..." you braced yourself for rejection, "...can't help but fancy you, too."
Wait. Waaaaait. Slow down there. Did he just say that he liked you back?
You tilted your head towards him tentatively. He hesitated, but returned to gesture, and you wrapped your hands around his neck and pressed your lips against his, tilting your head for a better angle. Arthur made a sound of surprise but didn't pull away, instead he lay down next to you and continued, his arms slowly making their way around your waist and pulling you closer. After a few moments, you ran out of breath and pulled away panting, your arms still around his neck.
Arthur took this time to catch a couple breaths too, but sooner or later he was hungrily kissing you again, and you mussed his shaggy blond hair with your fingers, pressing yourself against him. You licked his lips and he allowed you entrance into his mouth. You began to explore him, taste him. That smell that was his alone and his taste was overwhelming. You felt a burning need for the Englishman that only grew as you kissed him. Ever so slowly, your hands went around to the front of his shirt and began to fiddle around with the top button until you finally got it loose, then started to make your way further down.