- Should -
He ought to feel panic when he opens his eyes. He should be scared, shocked, or at the very least, generally horrified. He should be ashamed of their nakedness and pull the sheets around himself in a cocoon of humiliation and self-loathing, but he prefers to surround Purple with his arms and share the warmth of soft skin beneath the sheets instead.
His body is tired and aches to remind him of what they've done and he's never felt more content. Nothing has ever felt so perfect before. He is certain that nothing has ever been so right. He knows it should to feel wrong, but he listens to Purple breathing soft and even, curled up against his side and he's consumed with the urge to kiss sleeping Irken until he breathes nothing but Red. He wants to bite down somewhere (his shoulder, perhaps), and brand Purple as his own. "I don't ever want to be without you," he thinks, "let's stay like this forever."
He should not smile at the memory of what led them here. He should be repulsed and disgusted, but he can only feel happiness. "I've known you my whole life and I can't believe it took so long to find you," he sighs as he lightly runs his hand across the other Irken's head. He doesn't know what they're going to do, but it doesn't matter. He knows what they should do, but Red knows that "should" is merely a suggestion.
A/N: I think these cute little "afterglow" drabbles are addicting.