The week had rolled around to Friday once again. For Karkat that meant movie night. He usually spent movie night alone since no one liked watching romcoms like he did, but fuck them, they didn't know what they were missing. These movies were the epitome of perfection, the best of the best, the bee's knees, whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Well, their loss.

The troll had just set up the television and was in the process of making that painfully hard, life or death decision of choosing between movies. Damn it! They were all so good! He was pondering through and comparing the storyline of each amazing movie, trying to determine which was worth watching the most because they were all worth watching, and more than once he wished he was in the comical plots of these beautiful movies. How come the actors in these cinematic masterpieces can find that one person who understands them best and win her over, and he couldn't? Not like any of the fuckers he knew would really understand him anyways, those asshats. With idiots like that around him all the time it was no wonder that he was always angry. I think somewhere deep down he has a soft gentle side. Isn't that what _ said? Just the thought of her brought the slightest shade of red into his cheeks. He remembered the way she smiled at him, like she knew who he really was. Fuck, he just wished he could stop thinking about it. He didn't need anybody anyways. Especially not a stupid human gir—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Gog damn it, who the hell could that be? Everyone knew Friday was his movie night! Grudgingly, Karkat trudged to the door, grumbling under his breath. Over dramatically, he swung the door open.

"What the fuck do you want?" he snapped without even checking who it was. His hateful glare met surprised eyes, and then it was his turn to be surprised.

"Hello to you too, Karkat. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stoop by," you greeted, raising your eyebrows in your gesture of hello. There was a human phrase Karkat had heard that perfectly described this situation, but what was it? Oh! Speak of the devil, or in his case, think of your flush crush and she shall appear.

"_?! How the fuck do you even know where I live?" Karkat was still trying to wrap his think pan around the fact that you were standing in his doorway at his hive.

"Dave told me," you answered innocently. Gog damn you Dave.

"Why would you even ask where I lived?" he nearly growled. Was this some kind of joke? Di you somehow know he had red feelings for you? Did Strider put you up to this?

"Oh, I didn't. He asked what I was doing, and I told him where I was, and he said you lived around here, and I was like 'Oh, really? Where?' and then he told me. Are you busy or something? I mean, if you're busy I guess I'll leave." You were still standing at your doorway, a barely taller than you Karkat blocking your entrance into the hive. Was he going to let you in? He was about to tell you that, indeed, he was busy, but common sense then beat against his think pan. He was home alone. And you were there, and he was there. And there would be no one around to fuck anything up. He could finally tell you about his red feelings, and if you didn't feel the same he could deny that anything ever happened. Seemingly annoyed, he backed away from the doorway with one last skeptical glance leaving you to follow him into his hive if you pleased.

Taking his not so obvious invitation, you stepped into his hive, careful not to trip on anything this time. You walked down the corridor, past a clean kitchen, and followed him into a living room. He didn't even stop to say anything. Honestly, he was nervous. A million different scenarios and what he should say bounced around his think pan. Like every dramatically delicious moment in his beloved movies, presentation was everything.

"So what're you doing anyways?" you asked, standing in the entrance of the living room, not being awkward or anything. He blankly looked from you to the sofa, and then back to you, as if saying why the fuck are you still standing in the doorway like an idiot? Sit the fuck down. Obliging to his imagined request you take a seat on the sofa.

"Friday's my movie night," Karkat stated it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and you were stupid for not knowing it.

"Oh, let me guess, a romance comedy?" you smiled. He cast another skeptical glance your war before returning to the stack of movies.

"Yea, that was the plan," he replied.

"Mind if I watch with you?" you asked. Karkat seemed cagier than normal to you.

"You're already here, aren't you?" he retorted. You really wanted to watch one of his movies with him? No one ever wanted to watch one of his many romcoms.

You watched him kneeling there, eyes clouded and brow furrowed in concentration. The part of hair that fell over his face cast a shadow over his eyes. You had to admit, he was very attractive, even when he was angry or annoyed. You could only imagine what he looked like when he wasn't. What was he thinking about? You wondered about the thoughts that danced through his mind. Were they of you? Surely not.

Without further conversing Karkat selected a movie and popped it into the player. Moments after the movie began and he rose to turn the light of. He was lean, not muscular, but lean. You couldn't help but notice the way he moved. Without even glancing in your general direction he took a seat at the opposite end of the sofa, careful not to look at anything but the screen. He was scared that if he looked at you he would blush and then his intentions would be clear. You just thought he was being his regular grumpy self, albeit strangely quiet. But no one liked talkers in a movie so that was understandable.

The two of you sat in silence as the movie played on in front of you, your eyes never leaving the screen. Or at least appearing not to look away. Every so often Karkat would quickly glance over at you, watching your attentive devotion to the film, noticing the way the corner of your mouth would lift in an almost unnoticeable smile. Or how the corner of your mouth would turn down in a frown. His heart began to race. Was he really ready to do this? He was scared of rejection, but he was also scared of losing you the longer he waited.

"Hey, _?" he whispered, eyes glued to the television. Even without looking at you he could somehow tell you were looking at him. Did the dimness of the room hide the candy red blush that covered his face? Gog, he hoped so.

"Yeah?" you answered. You turned to look at him. He was still devotedly watching the screen, but his fingers tapped against the couch in what you thought looked like a nervous gesture. For Karkat it was too late to back down now.

"Remember when you said that you thought I had a soft side?" he asked in a quiet, vulnerable voice. The sound of that voice made your heart skip. You nodded, though you weren't even sure if he could see you. His heart wasbeating so hard he could hear its quickening thumps in his ears. He continued anyways, "Do you really believe that?"

"Yeah, I just haven't seen it," you answered. He then turned to look at you. The light from the television screen lit up his face, highlighting the soft look in his eyes. Was he blushing? You couldn't tell, but you knew you were. Oh god, could he tell you were blushing? Your heart beat picked up, thumping against your rib cage. Could he hear it? If only you knew what was going through his head!

"Then let me show you," he whispered. And before you could ponder the psychological meaning of his words, your mind went completely blank. In one quick moment Karkat leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to yours. Heart beating a hundred miles an hour, he stayed that way, even though he could feel you tense. Your lips were so soft and warm.

Karkat was kissing you. Oh my god. His eyes were closed and his warm and implacably delicious scent filled your nose. His lips were so soft and gentle, hardly applying pressure to your own. You involuntarily tensed at the sudden surprise. Before you could return the kiss he pulled away. His face burned candy red and he kept his eyes focused on the seams of the couch. Gog damn it, this was a mistake, he just knew it. How could he be so fucking stupid?

"_, I…I'm flushed for you," He stammered in that small, vulnerable voice of his. Your mind was in complete shock, a legible reply refusing to form. After a moment of your startled staring his open gaze turned to its usual: angry and annoyed. Still avoiding your gaze he snapped, "Fucking say something already, asshat"

Finally your mind seemed to snap back to a fully functioning position of thought processing. "I-I'm flushed for you too Karkat,"" you managed to force the words from your brain, through the tangle of vocal chords, and out of your mouth with much effort. His eyebrows arched. Before he could reply you finally returned the kiss he gave you earlier. Now it was his turn to be surprised. However, his mind worked a little faster than yours. His eyes slid shut as he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. You were pressed against him, his lips pressed more forcefully against yours this time around, but you liked it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his messy hair. A ball of warm butterflies fluttered in your stomach and you felt like you could just melt in his arms.

Lightly, he nipped at your bottom lip, then gently flicked his tongue over it asking for entrance. Your face blazed in a hot blush. Oh my god, this was actually happening! You opened your mouth and his tongue slid in. After a quick battle for dominance, which he won, he explored every inch of the new territory, his tongue rolling around yours. He pulled you onto his lap, without disconnecting of course, to give himself better access. You straddled his lap as he placed one hand around your waist and the other on the side of your cheek pulling you closer and allowing his tongue to explore deeper.

"Nnnnngh," you moaned into his kiss, the feeling heavenly. You could feel a slight smile play at the edge of his mouth. You tangled your hands deeper in his hair, running your fingers through the silky black locks. The tip of your finger accidentally brushed the bottom of one of his horns. He hissed in a sharp inhale of air at the unexpected touch. Now it was your turn to smile as you returned to your intense kissing and dared to stroke his horn again.

This time he grabbed your hand, removing it from his horns, and gave you a warning glare. Nobody touched his horns. You blushed an apology.

Suddenly, the phone rang, causing you both to jump. Both of your hearts raced to the same erratic beat, threatening to leap from your rib cages. Breathless, you both stared into each other's eyes. The phone continued to ring. You didn't move to leave Karkat's embrace and he didn't let you go, so you two just let the phone ring on and on, its blatant cries ignored. After a moment, your heart returning to a slower beat, that fitting of a marathon runner, you rested your forehead against his shoulder. His heart swelled with an unfamiliar emotion. You were all his, and Gog be damned if he'd ever let you go. He gently stroked your hair, burying his face in it to enjoy its delicious aroma as you lay your head on his shoulder, your warm breath stirring against his neck.

"You're my matesprit now," Karkat whispered, daring to speak quiet words though he feared even the quietest of words would shatter the delicacy of the moment. You nodded in approval, which made him smile, his cheeks still blazing red. He wrapped his arms around you, enjoying the warmth you gave. He whispered into your hair, "And I'm never letting you go."