a/n It was a hard choice, choosing what to write. So many options, so many cute little oneshot ideas. Alas, I chose Davetav since I ship them and shit. And then, I decided this would make a really cute multi-chapter story. So here, have a multi-chapter story. My goal is to finish it by Christmas. Considering there are probably going to be three or four chapters, it is very likely that it will be done.

Disclaimer: I'm not the Huss I don't own Homestuck

Happy 12th Perigree and a Merry Christmas to All

You wake up early, hearing something metal clatter to the floor and some quiet curses. After hearing the microwave go off and sitting up in your recooperacoon just enough to glance at the large bed in the other part of your respiteblock, you determine that your matefriend/boysprit/something-of-the-sort, Dave, is making something in the kitchen. A look to the shining red numbers of your digital clock on the end table reveals to you that it is much too early for him to be up, even on his favorite human holiday, Christmas.

You climb out of your 'coon, quickly grabbing one of the towels in your shade of orange from the rack that Dave had installed right after you moved in and dry off, effectively coating the entire towel in slime before tossing it into the laundry bin. You run a hand through your hair, pushing your Mohawk back before testing your legs and standing. Although your legs returned to perfect working condition after the reset, you still get worried that one day you will wake up without feeling in them again.

You walk out to the living room, turning your head so that your large horns make it through the door without adding to the collection of nicks in the doorframe right at horn-level, and glance into the kitchen. Dave's quietly putting something together, shades balanced on the top of his head as he concentrates on whatever's on the plate. His brows are knit together and his tongue sticks out just a bit, just as it always does when he's close to making some perfect beat on his turntables or beating another level in the game he plays with the four-wheeled-board rider, Tony Wingbeast (or, whatever his name is. You can never quite remember.)

"Dave?" You call tentatively, making him jump and quietly curse again. He glances up at you, wide red eyes revealed to you as they rarely are.

"Hey, Tav, what are you doing up?" He asks, setting down the small squished baggy with something red in it and walking towards you.

"Uh, I just noticed, that you were up," You say as he reaches you. He wraps his hands around your waist and looks up at you for a kiss. You wrap your arms around him in return and lean down to give him the kiss.

"Don't worry about it. Just wanted to make something for our friends and Bro. Go get some more sleep and I'll be back soon, okay?" He tries to turn with you so that you aren't facing the kitchen, and you follow his lead.

"But, it's four in the morning? And, I don't think they're coming, until the afternoon?" You point out, "Couldn't you wait, until maybe seven, or eight, to get up?"

"Well you know me. Woke up and the idea hit me like an empty bucket and I can't sleep 'til the bucket's full." You raise an eyebrow at his suggestive metaphor, mouth hanging open slightly. Before you can respond, he leans up and closes the short distance between your lips and his, speaking immediately after your lips part again. "Get some more sleep. You'll need it to deal with everybody."

"Wouldn't that, uh, apply to you, too?" You ask, "I don't want you, really exhausted, once they leave, or we won't have any alone time."

"Babe, I promise you'll get some sweet Christmas pailing before the night's over," He smirks as your cheeks flush copper. Although sweet Christmas pailing, as he put it, is definitely on your list of things that you hoped happened today, you hadn't been really worried about that.

"Actually, uh," you start, intending to inform him that the reason you were worried was that when he gets really exhausted, he sometimes forgets how big your horns are, and then tries to snuggle you and bonks his head, and that's just one of those things that maybe shouldn't happen. Before you can explain that, he starts talking again.

"I'm just teasing you. But we are going to have sweet Christmas pailing, I hope. I'll go back to sleep in an hour or so and get a few more hours of sleep, I promise."

You nod, "Okay, but, uh, if you don't sleep, then…" You try to think of something you could do or not do that will make him sleep, "Then, no sweet Christmas pailing."

Dave chuckles and kisses your nose, "Okay I swear, I'll sleep. Now go get some shuteye."

You give him a nose kiss in return before the two of you separate and you return to 'coon. The sopor helps you fall asleep relatively quickly and you don't wake up again until around nine.