despite all my years in fandom, i'm like 99% sure this is my first real drabble. huh. if you don't stay home for thanksgiving 96 will come steal your vertebrae, one at a time, also if you recognize the title you're a real bro
Astral gets very cuddly after sex, and since indulging them suits you, you wind an arm around them while they use your chest as a pillow.
"You'll regret letting your guard down," you intone, soft to match the mood. Astral's hair brushes your neck; you take a piece between your fingers to tickle their face, which makes their nose wrinkle.
"You think I've let my guard down?" they say. You feel the twitch of an eyebrow—and the twitch of a smile, you're sure. "Hm. I suppose it's your funeral."
"You wish." Astral chuckles as you kiss their hair. Malevolently.