((AN: This one has two versions. One from Eridan's POV and one from Equius' POV. This one is Eridan's. Cuddling, and Kissing.))
Strong hands, rough and calloused, interlock with mine. I know he's lower than me and that when consulting my quadrants his name never once came up, but I don't care. His body is warm- as it often is- and I can smell the sweat rolling off his face. I lift my head and close my eyes and place a kiss on his cheek. I almost question my own actions: how I got to this point, when even he was expecting blackrom or platonic hatred. I try and tell him that I care, to what extent, to what length that I do, how we are two pieces of the same puzzle, how we belong together, but I say nothing. Instead I murmur softly, so softly, that my strange accent is almost lost in my voice. "I lovve you, Eq…" and I mean it and no logic, no rules, no social norms disprove it or even begin to explain why I do.
"Eridan…" he calls my name, my actual name, and my eyes almost water at the fact that he didn't call me seadweller or highblood or even royal blood or my last name instead of my first. His fingers reach out hesitantly as if almost unsure, but then resign the confusion to brush a stray hair behind my fins as softly and as affectionately as he can muster. "I… love you too."