It had been a while since the insane interdimensional Christmas party- Perhaps a month or so. Despite all of its drama, it was probably the most fun Sci had in a long time. Maybe ever. It almost hurt to think about. He didn't know if he'd ever get to see them again. Especially his partner in crime, Edge. When he got home, he thought the feelings towards him would fade as he began to sober, but things only got worse. No matter what he did, he couldn't get him off his mind. Even when he thought he was fine, the feelings would come back all over again out of nowhere.
Then one day his Multiverse Mailbox began to chime. It was a message from Blue inviting everyone over for a sleepover.
It was everything he hoped it would be. The chaotic fun nonsense, the happy atmosphere… It was all perfect. Catching up with Fell was easily the best part. There were points where those… feelings would creep up on him out of the blue, but he did his best to smother them. Things were going so well. He didn't want to scare him off. It was no problem, though. He had everything under control.
But then bedtime rolled around. Everyone claimed a spot, and soon the only one left was between Edge and the wall. He was already asleep. He hadn't even bothered to take off his jacket. Sci's face flushed.
"Is… That the only spot left?"
"Yeah. Sorry it's kinda crammed. But I figure since you and Edge get along so well you wouldn't mind." Underswap Papyrus answered from the couch.
Sci scanned the room for Classic Sans. He was aware of his situation. Maybe he could intervene somehow. But no- He was on the other side of the room, already out like a light. He looked to Geno hopefully, but he was distracted. He struggled to pull a pillow from Death, who was smiling smugly. Sci looked around nervously. There was no way out.
"UM."
"Is there a problem?" the sleepy carrot asked.
"Oh no! Is there particular reason you wouldn't want to sleep next to Edge?" Blue asked.
"Yeah, Sinner…"
Sci looked over to see Fresh staring at him with a cheshire smile.
"Is there?" he asked.
Sci stood frozen, blushing wildly. The others exchanged glances in confusion. He looked down at the small spot they had left him. Edge had turned to face the wall. The two would practically be spooning. He looked back up at Fresh.
"Well, homeslice? What's the word?"
"Just lay down already!" Error yelled.
He had no choice. If he tried to come up with an excuse, he'd look suspicious. It would only be a matter of time until they all found out. And if they knew, then soon he'd know, too. He glared at Fresh.
"No. I'm fine."
He walked closer to his spot, then hesitated.
"Go on, brosiff," Fresh urged.
"Shut up."
He laid down, facing the wall. He could practically feel Fresh staring. After a while, though, the awkwardness faded. Especially after they turned out the lights. Soon everyone was fast asleep except for him.
He could feel Edge's breath on the back of his neck, sending jolts down his spine. They were so close… He refused to think about it. He could get through this. It was just one night. He was a man of logic and reasoning. If anyone could control his emotions, it was him, right? He stared at the wall ahead of him until sleep finally took him.
When he woke up, he couldn't remember where he was. All he knew was that he was the most comfortable he had ever been. He could feel his back pressed against a wall, cushioned by a mess of blankets and pillows. Something else was wrapped completely around him. It was soft, but a bit too heavy to be a blanket. He opened his eyes to see some sort of white fluff. That's when it hit him. His face flushed hard, and his eyes flashed forest green. That strange hollow ache was back again- the one that some called "butterflies". His mouth felt dry.
'This can't be happening…' He thought to himself 'This can't be HAPPENING!'
Thousands of feelings rushed through him at once. Luckily the lights were still off, and it didn't sound like anyone else was awake.
The question 'Why?' repeated in his mind. Everyone had their quirks when asleep. Some snored. Some talk. Some toss and turn. He had expected Edge to be the violent type- The kind to subconsciously punch someone if they so much as brushed up against him. But instead he was the complete opposite. A cuddler. Of course. That was just his luck.
'Why, Edge?! Why are you making this so difficult? How the hell am I supposed to act straight around you when you do shit like this?!' The voice in his head screamed.
He had to get free before anyone saw. What would they say? What would he say? Every worst case scenario played through his head at once.
It took a lot of willpower to want to get free. He had felt electricity before in those brief moments where they had accidentally touched. But now there was hardly an inch on his body that wasn't in contact with him. What was electricity before was now a lightning storm. He moved slightly, trying to wriggle his way free, but Edge held tighter.
'Oh god…'
He moved again, but there was no escape. Edge was wrapped around him like a vice. A deep, possessive growl began to rumble in his ribcage, as if someone was trying to take Sci away from him. Sci stopped struggling. If he had been standing, he would have swooned. A quiet, involuntary whimper escaped him. He went limp in Edge's arms, completely and hopelessly enamored.
'I'm so screwed,' He thought to himself before drifting off into a love drunk daze.