You stretched, pulling down your shirt again. It was too short for you, but it was one of your only tops; good enough. He sat a few yards away on the couch, watching you intently with his big brown eyes. They were brown like melted chocolate sometimes, sometimes a bright, fiery orange, and were always big and beautiful. Those were the eyes you were flushed for. Those eyes. Those eyes that were locked on your lanky body at the moment, filled to the brim with curiosity. You turned to him with your own; indigo, clouded over, and half-lidded. Not nearly as attractive as his, you thought.

"Gamzee?" He asked, smiling hopefully. You raised and eyebrow and grinned right back at him. He was half-laying on the banged up, dirty couch, just chilling with you. That was something you absolutely loved about Tav; he could chill. The other trolls- even Karkat, poor little guy- seemed to always have sticks up their asses. Nobody could take a deep breath and lay back. You could relate to that feeling, sure, but being wired and jittery all the time seemed all kinds of unappealing.

Tavros knew how to chill, though, and you really liked him because of that. Maybe being a handicap made him different. Maybe not. You didn't know, and in all truth, you really didn't need to, either. He shyly reached out his arms and you trotted over to the couch, jumping playfully on top of him. He squeaked and tried to push you off, but you attacked him with kisses and you both started giggling.

"Ga-Gamzee, get off!"

"Nah, bro, you're comfy." He blushed and looked down, trying to hide his face. Tav got all flustered about the littlest things, and you didn't understand that about him. What was the big deal? It was cute, but it confused you. You kissed him again, this time on the lips, and he closed his eyes after wrapping his arms around your neck.

"I love you, Gamzee." He whispered, and you hummed in agreement, laying your head on his chest and playing with his shirt sleeve as he traced his delicate fingers up and down your spine.

"Mmm, bro, you know you're pretty motherfucking loveable too." You mumbled back to him, closing your eyes. He ran his fingers up your back again in thought, and if felt great. It felt great whenever that adorable motherfucker touched you.

"Nah..." Tav's voice was quiet and you could her a distant smile in his voice. "Not really."

"Why d'you all up and think that?"

"I dunno... I'm just a bit, uh, different, I guess. Everyone's so violent." He furrowed his eyebrows at that. "I wish they'd stop beating each other up. And- and me, too. Not that I can't handle it! I can stand up to those...uh... shitheads. I just... think people should appreciate what they have more, instead of taking the priveledges from others. ...Yknow?"

You frowned, lifting your head. "Are you sad, little motherfucker?"

He sniffed, rubbing his eyes and laughing, presumably at himself. "Haha, I guess I am- Sorry!"

Sad Tavros was something you did not like at all. Nobody should ever make him sad. He couldn't be sad, ever. Tavros Nitram was supposed to be happy.

And so you kissed him. Hard. At first he looked dumbfounded, but as you pressed your face closer to his, he slowly closed his eyes and kissed you back. And damn, that motherfucker was good at it. You held his cheeks in your hands and hummed blissfully as he ran his hands through your long, black hair.

The two of you stayed like that, welded together for a bit longer, but when you pulled away you only felt yourself wanting more. He grinned, his white, sparkly teeth shining. You gazed at him with the most casual look you could muster, resting your head on your palms.

"Still sad, Tavbro?" You asked mischeviously, and he laughed, flicking your nose.

"Do I get more kisses when I am?"

"You get kisses whenever you motherfucking want."

"I-I could use a few more."

"Awesome. Me too."

A/N: Sorry this chapter is short, guys! D: I've been busy today! Tomorrow I'll try and make it longer, okay? And thanks for all the nice feedback, everyone's been so nice c: