He's curled up against your side, arms tight around your waist. He's always been a cuddly troll when he's asleep, even though he denies it. And you, Dave Strider, don't give a damn because you love it and you sure as hell won't deny it. You love cuddling with Karkat.
You're both in your bed, and it's eight o'clock in the morning. Normally you're the one to wake up a ten while Karkat gets up early, and wakes you up later. However, you find yourself unable to sleep and you can't find any motivation to get up either. So, you just lie there with the adorabloodthirsty troll by you side.
The blankets are hardly covering either of you because of how much you both move around in your sleep, but Karkat is warm enough to provide enough heat for you both – a good thing during winter, a bad thing during the summer. He's only wearing your broken-record shirt and black booty shorts that look hot on him. He knows just how to tease you, and you love that.
The curtains are partially open, letting rays of light through and across both you and Karkat. You begin running your hands kindly through his extremely soft, mid-night black hair that had gained some red in it through the years of high school. You're both in university now, and share a dorm that is scattered with text books, rom-coms, and music. You, Karkat, and John had shared the dorm, that is, until John ended up dating Bro and began living with him. Now, just you and Karkat occupied the place, and you have to admit, this does bring many benefits (wink, wink).
You noticed a faint purring coming from you boyfriend, matesprit, lover – you don't care what you call it, just as long as he is yours and you are his. He moves his head only a little more into your hand, as he begins to make clicking and cricketing sounds, mixed with the purring. You bite your lip to resist the urge to smother him with kisses, which essentially would wake him from his peaceful slumber he so dearly deserves from having to put up with you.
He looks so young, so calm when he's asleep. He's truly beautiful, scowl or no scowl. You tell him that many times, but he normally scoffs and changes the subject. He looks down on himself so much that it hurts you in the heart. Why can't he see how amazing he is? You remember the time you confessed your feeling towards him, explaining how amazing he is… in song. You had sung a song for him that you had written… you had him swooning after the first few lines, and engaged in sloppy interspecies make-outs that lasted for an hour or more. That had been the best day of your life, and it got even better when you discovered that Karkat had gotten shit load of AJ when he went grocery shopping.
You continue to work your finger through his hair, and while you other hand draws halos on Karkat's arm. Eventually he stirs and 'wakes' up. He's still sleepy and doesn't look he plans on moving, neither do you.
He looks up at you, his chin resting on your chest, and gives you a sweet, rare, genuine smile. And you know you would die happy like this.