This was the first DaveJade fanfiction that I ever wrote. This is my OTP and will be forever so expect more. Hopefully a lot more. Actually I can guarantee more because I have a fuck ton of this adorable pairing saved in various folders. Enjoy this fluff. It's really short.
You slump onto the bed, your eyes closing automatically. Your hands go to rub at your temples, aching from a long day of work.
"God, I'm exhausted," the male voice from a place off to your left sighs. You hum softly in agreement.
His footsteps make small noises as he walks around the apartment, putting the last few things in order before going to sleep.
"Dave," you mewl.
"What, Harley?"
"Come cuddle with me!"
His voice moves closer to you, "Coolkids don't cuddle, Harley."
"Then what do they do?"
"They just don't cuddle."
"Daaaavvvveeee," you whine.
"I'm not going to cuddle. I may sleep with you, but nothing I ever do will ever possibly remotely be called cuddling."
"Is Dave Strider scared of cuddling?"
"Of course not! I just don't do that fluffy-ass shit," he sounds indignant.
"Come here and prove it," you stretch out your arms to his general location without opening your eyes.
"Jaaaaddddeeee," he draws out your name not unlike how you did to his, "I'm not cuddling."
"Fine. There's always the couch..."
"Ouch." You smile.
"C'mon Dave," you whine, "I just want to snuggle with you"
You peek through your eyelashes to see him fingering the frames on his shades.
"Fuck it," he sighs. You see him pull off his shirt, leaving him in his gray sweatpants and approaching the bed.
"I won't bite," you smile, and then curve your lips into an evil smirk, "unless you want me to."
"I can't promise the same," Dave mumbles as he lays down next to you.
You scoot over and wrap your arms around him, lying your face on his chest.
His arms sprawled limply by his sides, and you grin up at him, "Put your arms around me, coolkid."
You sigh contentedly into him.
"Now was that really that difficult?"
"Shut up Harley," you hear his voice rumble through his chest.
