(Author's Note: This is actually just to help my brain get back into writing before I go into personal writing. So please, please, please, this shall be finished soon and ignore my crappy plot and character development.)
You are Sollux Captor, and you're now lying on Karkat and John's couch, in the middle of the night. The two of them had had dinner two hours ago and went to their bedrooms afterwards. Since then, you've been lying on the couch, your makeshift bed for the night. You are staring at the ceiling, although you can see shit. You pull yourself into a sitting position and rub your eyes, placing your glasses on your face once again. You sweep back your dark brown, almost black, hair and sigh.
Strider has you. You're in his grasp so tight that it almost hurts. Your chest starts to heave heavily. Strider is also the first ever person to accept you for who you are. No four eye shit. No your lisp is annoying. And no picking at how your body is. Although you two have never done anything, you've been beaten up plenty of times and it always seems to Strider who took care of your wounds. But maybe these wounds are a little deep for Strider this time.
The front door suddenly bangs open; loud enough for you to hear but not for Karkat and John upstairs to. So maybe the wounds aren't too deep.
Slowly Dave comes into your sight and he just watches you from the door, connecting the hallway and living room. You slowly swallow, wondering why he's even here. Strider doesn't say anything as he walks over and sits next to you. Neither of you look at each other. Neither of you make any attempts to touch one another. You both just sit there.
But you feel his heat, and oh, how you missed it. How you missed Dave sitting next to you, holding your hand. At the thought of this, you slowly reach your for Dave's. Dave notices what you're doing and takes your hand in his. It just feels… so right. You place your head on his shoulder and the two of you just sit in silence, in the dark. It's peaceful and quiet as Dave lifts his free hand to tilt your face towards his. Your lips connect for a moment, before the lights suddenly turn on.
You pull away quickly, releasing Dave's hand and curl up in a ball, hiding your slowly increasingly red face.
And you are Dave Strider, who just had his love snatched away by that fucking idiot. You snap around to see Karkat staring at you two from the bottom of the stairs, one hand on the light switch.
"OH. I didn't realize- Fuck, Strider, how the hell you even fucking get in here?" Karkat finally says.
"You forgot to lock the door, you fucking idiot," you reply back simply.
"Oh" is all Karkat replies with. "So I'll leave you two to fucking make out. Just don't make a fucking mess 'cause I don't want to clean up your shit."
"Sure, sure, Karkat." You dismissively say, wrapping an arm round Sollux's shoulders.
"I mean it, you fucking asshole," Karkat bites back. He flicks the switch off and you wait till the footsteps disappear into the bedroom.
"Sollux?" you simply say.
You are Sollux Captor and you were just humiliated. Thanks Strider. Really. I fucking hate you for that.
You look up slowly, to meet Dave's gaze through the sunglasses. He'll never take those fucking things off. It pisses you off so much actually.
"Well, Sollux. We can either stay here or go back home. Your choice." Dave says, the poker-face slipping into a caring smile slightly.
"I can't be assed moving." You say which is quickly followed by Dave claiming your lips. He seems more gentle than normal. As if this kiss is powered by something different. He seemed to savour it more. He nips your bottom lip gently but has no intention of going further. Instead he just nips and strokes your hair.
You slowly kiss back with a little more force, nipping back; a little game you play called 'nip for a nip'. It doesn't become anything else. He just continues kissing you slowly and gently. Finally he pulls back.
"I love you, four-eyes."
"I love you too, asshole."
(Author's Note: Sorry, it's so short but I have better things to write! I'll write proper DaveSol one day.)