Okay, another challenge prompt completed!
Today's prompt was Spooning. I skipped the prompt before it, During Their Morning Ritual, because I found it to be much too similar. I hope this isn't an issue.
This one is from Eridan's POV and is set in that one demon summoning au that I still need to finish fleshing out before I do a multi-chapter fic for it. It's also extremely fluffy and I enjoyed writing it.
I hope you guys enjoy reading it.
Through the bleariness of sleep, you couldn't identify why you were overheating when it was the middle of winter. It took a few moments for the fog to clear in your mind, which was accompanied by a lot of blinking on your part.
It would seem that, once again, you weren't alone in your bed. Somehow in the middle of the night, he had managed to get into your bed, burrow under the covers and into your arms, and all without waking you up with his intense heat and movement.
Your demon companion was like a goddamn furnace, but it wasn't like you were going to complain. His warmth was soft and comforting, especially when it was cool out. Of course, this also meant it would be fucking impossible for you to get out of bed.
Propping yourself up by your elbow, you kept one arm around Karkat's waist as you looked him over. It wasn't often you saw him asleep. He was surprisingly peaceful; he was always complaining about his inability to sleep, so seeing him like this was... different.
Sometimes you would awaken in the middle of the night and see him pacing around the room, looking extremely agitated. His red irises even brighter than usual. Now, he was calm and curled up against your chest.
You looked him over. He was tiny and thin, his dark grey skin somewhat lighter in the morning light. Along his neck were two purple jagged lines going all the way around; it was supposed to look like your own symbol, something that was imprinted upon him during the initial summoning. It was necessary, as a demon summoner, to have such a branding upon any demons you "owned."
It disgusted you, now, to think he was considered underneath you. Considered to be basically your property. It hadn't bothered you at all when you initially became a summoner. You never truly thought about it; it just seemed normal to you.
He was yours, but in a different way. Not your property, but your partner. You would call him your boyfriend; he called you his mate once.
His black tail was wrapped around your legs, you noted, as you pulled him closer to you. It had a crab claw type thing at the end of it, which was relatively heavy. It was the only portion of his tail that wasn't sensitive and extremely easy to hurt. You stepped on his tail once, and he screamed at you for a while before ignoring you for the rest of the day.
You found yourself reaching under his shirt and tracing little circles against his back, felt him shudder a bit at how cool your hands were; he didn't wake up, though. You knew he had scarring along his chest and back. Nothing surprising since he was a demon and had probably fought since he was young.
Holding him closer, you finally closed your eyes; your chin resting against the top of his head. Sleep was beckoning, anyway, and there was no rush to get out of bed. All you needed was the tiny demon in your arms.