A/N: Requested anonymously as the title of the chapter.

Ya know April wants to cuddle with big, lovable Andy like all the time.

"I'm sorry, I'm gonna need you to repeat that."

Andy's face is so smugand her room is about four hundred degrees hotter all of a sudden. April can't believe the words that she had just said.

He flopped down onto her small bed, nearly upending it from the sudden, unusual weight on the one end. With a house free of parents or her sister, their date seemed perfect here at home, in her room. Showing him around was just as weird as she hoped –- when he arrived, April had a stolen Eagleton tour guide getup on and a black veil over her face –- and even if they weren't sneaking around in a Best Buy nearing closing hours it was all kinds of warm. It was only their third date, her choice this time.

When they found their way to her room, Andy seemed hesitant to go inside. But, then, he asked her –- April, the undead tour guide –- everything about the room and she couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, the veil felt so fake and she wanted him to see her smiling. A little disappointed, she removed it and when she did his stupid, little grin was enough to bring back that sense of home.

That was the feeling, that comfort, leading to those stupid words.

Andy stared up at her, expectant. "Uh, April," he said, "I didn't really hear you right."

Staring down, chin stuck to her chest, April mumbled something incoherent.

"That's weird I thought you said-–"

"Can we cuddle?" she repeated, looking directly into his eyes because wow, her skin is on fire and they're in her room and it's all so sudden; what was happening? "Ugh, I just mean can we, like, not do anything? I kinda wanna hang out with you, that's it. And… yeah."

"And cuddle?" Andy asked, a jovial shake in his shoulders when he laughed after.

She crossed her arms, glancing away from him with just a bit of annoyance. Not a him for being so Andy and bright but because all of that sounded so awesome right now, but she wanted to deny it out of habit.

Not saying a word, Andy offered his hand.

Holding Andy's hand clarified how he could literally wrap her up in him, a thought chasing her heart when he pulled her to the bed. It squeaked under further weight. Settling backwards, they tried their best to fit together side-by-side on the bed but it wasn't meant for this much of a person. April tried lying on their sides, facing one another. The constant eye contact was a little uncomfortable which was what made it ten times cooler, on top of how the look shared between them –- and the way he seemed to want to play with a bit of her hair -– drew them even closer without either moving an inch.

Then she tried to readjust her leg and kneed Andy in the crotch, light but definite.

"Ugh, ow," Andy groaned but laughed it away. "Nice moves, Ludgate-–"

"Sorry," she tried to see if she had done any real damage but he was already back to smiling at her. "This isn't working."

Before he could say anything, confusion clear on his face, April turned around in his arms. While the weird staring and hair touching from before was so quintessentially what Andy would have thought she wanted there really wasn't anything like this. His arm draped around and the same hand playing with her hair searched for hers.

When they laced fingers together, his body all warm and soft around her, that was something special.

"This okay?" he asked, voice all delicate and thank God her parents weren't around.

Lost in the moment, April answered after a few seconds, "Pretty cool."

"Nice," he said and she could feel him try to nod in the bed.

"At least I can't kick you in the balls again," she whispered with a smile.

"I mean if you really tried you could probably do it again. Not that I want you to, so uh… don't. If that's cool."

They didn't have much room, it was true, and nothing could have been better. After he stopped speaking they fell into silence. The only sound April could focus on was Andy's breathing behind her and soon her heart was pounding in her chest, breaths trying to stay cool and collected, while she felt his chest pulse into her back in that same, steady rhythm. Eyelids drooped and some stretch of time went uncounted with thumbs playing at the backs of hands.

When she came to, not quite sure whether she fell asleep or just drifted into unconscious happiness, April sighed.

"Something wrong?" Andy asked in a voice so gravelly he had to have been asleep just a second ago.

April looked over her shoulder at his face, blissful but tired eyes, and smiled.

"Definitely not."

He tried to lean over her and after a little trial and error of their bodies, found an angle to kiss her lips. They conformed to each others' body again, tight together like two pieces to a big, stupid puzzle. But this puzzle was perfect and was going to showcase an especially awesome wolf painting. She fell asleep telling him that, getting lost in a conversation she might never had the guts for earlier that day.