Karkat
"Well I'm done, this is boring as shit dude" Dave says in a monotone voice. "WHAT? BUT THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING PAR- MPH!" I'm cut off by a pair a soft lips, apparently Dave's, and I suddenly become conscious to the fact that my lips are chapped, and I'm not responding. He pulls back, then gets up, not saying anything about it, the only evidence that happened was a slight cut in his lip, and a light flush on his cheeks. I stare after him for a moment, unsure, then I grab the edge of his red shirt.
Dave
Shit. He probably hates me. Fuck. Not cool Dave, not cool. I hold my head up, forcing myself to get up and leave.
A soft tug on my sleeve stops me from going farther, and I stop unsurely. "Dave…" a soft murmur forces me turn back to him. "It's okay, Karkat, I get it," My head hangs down, and I turn back towards the door. "NO DAVE. YOU DON'T GET IT OKAY?" I blink at the raw emotion in his voice, then I shuffle back towards him, and he quickly swipes my shades. They're wide with shock at his appearance, red tears falling down his cheeks. "Karkat, you aren't flushed for me, I get it," I murmur. "NO YOU ASSWIPE. WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY HERE I…I'M FLUSHED FOR YOU OKAY?!" He blushes a deep red, bringing out freckles? Damn that's cute. Who am I kidding, he's cute. Okay that wasn't cool. At all.
"Karkat…" I murmur quietly, drawing him into a soft hug, resting my chin on his head. "YES MISTER-I'M-TOO-COOL-FOR-KARKAT?" he chokes, shaking against me. I swallow, knowing that WAS how I normally acted. "No kitkat…I…I'm flushed for you too, for a while actually…" I stroke his back gently. "YOU'RE FLUSHED FOR ME?" he asks, his eyes still glistening with tears, but now more hopeful. "Yup," I smile slightly, stroking his cheek. He smiles happily "Damn. I should've said so sooner that smile's damn cute karks," my smile widens and I cut off his no doubt annoyed remark with a gentle kiss. After a moment he relaxes against me, kissing back. It's sloppy, and he certainly hasn't ever kissed before, but to me it's perfect.
Karkat
I pull back panting, a deep flush on my cheeks, Dave in the same state as I am. "DAVE FUCKING STRIDER," I say, and he arches an eyebrow "Yeah kitkat?" he asks. "WILL YOU BE MY FUCKING MATESPRITE?" I ask, a soft blush on my cheeks, my question drawing a smile from the Texan. Whatever the everliving fuck a Texan is anyways. He laughs, then replies "Of course I'll be you matesprite boyfriend thing". My eyebrow furrow in question "THE FUCK IS A BOYFRIEND?" I ask in confusion, and he laughs again "Damn. Basically matesprits," he replies, picking me up and I flail in annoyance.
"PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW STUPID BULGEMUNCHER," I growl in annoyance and he sits down, forcing me into his lap. "Nope," he replies, his arms winding around my waist, and I close my eyes contentedly, my head falling onto his shoulder, liking the position more that I'd like to admit. His cape drapes over us, and he picks up the remote to start the movie again.
I stop him, gently pulling it from him and placing it on the table. "NOT RIGHT NOW, IT'S LATE. IF YOU DON'T MIND STAYING I CAN MAKE BREAKFAST TOMMOROW," I say softly. A light squeeze around my midsection indicates his approval. "That sounds great, thanks…" he says tiredly, turning us so that we can sleep more comfortably.
I give a soft grunt of approval, then snuggle into his chest, drawing a happy noise from the coolkid. "SLEEP WELL DIPSHIT," I smile as his arm drapes over me, and I trill softly. "You too karks," he says, nudging my head into his chest with his own, his cape draped over us, as I drift off.
Hope you guys like it! I created it before my other two fanfics but I uploaded it later due to some problems wth the grammer.
-A.C.
