Resident Homestuck
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 11, 2012
- Location
- Land of Maps and Treasure
RE: Homestuck: The Trickster and the Thief
Vriska: Screw the recuperacoon, you’re perfectly comfortable where you are.
You aren’t sure if John will believe you at first, but when you feel a pair of warm arms wrap around you and pull you closer, you realize that you were stupid to worry about it so much. Your arms tighten in return almost automatically to match his. You don’t even know why you need this much reassurance. You’re not used to needing it. But you’re relieved to hear it all the same. You close your eyes as one of his hands runs over your hair, as gentle as the voice reassuring you that he didn’t think you were messing with him. The idea that anyone would believe you is foreign in itself, but this is something you’ve never even considered. You never thought you would end up being comforted by John Egbert on a sofa on a huge meteor hurtling through space. Yet here you are.
Karkat probably freaking out you just know is an understatement. Freaking out is what he did when you showed up in the same room as John and you were staring at each other as if you’ve never seen each other before - which, in John’s case at least, was true. But when he figures out this particular development, you’re fairly sure you won’t hear the end of it for days. You smile to yourself in amusement just thinking about his reaction. But he’s right about Rose and Kanaya - they probably won’t pay too much notice to it. Neither of them might be too happy with you, but they never really interacted with you while on the meteor.
You find yourself again looking into his transparent eyes, knowing that there is no way in any universe that he couldn’t be completely honest with that look in his eyes. How anyone could find you as “fantastic” as he seems to find you is beyond you, but you still can’t help smiling at the compliment.
“I suppose the human concept of ‘girlfriend’ would also work in this context,” you reply with a grin, leaning into the comforting warmth of his arms. “I suppose I owe her a thank you as well...I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to meet you at the rate we were going.”
You let your voice trail off into silence as you tip your face up to return the kiss. After two years of being unsure about what you wanted, it seems to have only taken a surprise appearance from John to make you realize how completely you’ve fallen for him. You let your lips part further, a little less reticent, letting your tongue brush up against his. It’s actually kind of impressive that he hasn’t stabbed himself with either of your fangs yet.
A few moments later you feel yourself being lowered so that you’re lying on the couch with your lips still locked with John’s. Your hands somehow weave their way into his hair again, just enjoying the feel of his soft, short hair between your fingers.
When the two of you finally break apart, you brace your forehead against his, a small, affectionate smile curling your lips a little. Your can feel the heat in your face and you know that you’ve effectively managed to flood your face with blue again. The flushed color fades a little as you consider the possibilities of Karkat’s reaction when he realizes that you and John have officially engaged in “sloppy Troll-human makeouts.” He’s right, you decide, Karkat will definitely have a fit when he finds out. It’ll be far more satisfying than you’re willing to admit to watch him freak out over it.
You keep your eyes fixed on John, zoning out for a moment in the relaxing sensation of his fingers combing through your hair. It’s calming somehow, the occasional gentle tug on the thick black strands.
You realize that John is actually right. Blinking yourself back to full awareness, you realize that you yourself had almost fallen asleep like this, wrapped snugly in his arms. You would give up your recuperacoon any day if it meant you could spend your nights enveloped in this warmth and comfort.
“The weird slime cocoon can wait,” you mutter softly, bringing one of your hands forward to brush his cheek lightly. “I’ll easily have a good night’s rest here.” And it’s true. You nearly drifted off a minute ago - you know that you could easily sleep the rest of the night away in this position. You’ve waited two years to be able to do this, and you’re reluctant to let any moment with John go to waste.
Vriska: Screw the recuperacoon, you’re perfectly comfortable where you are.
You aren’t sure if John will believe you at first, but when you feel a pair of warm arms wrap around you and pull you closer, you realize that you were stupid to worry about it so much. Your arms tighten in return almost automatically to match his. You don’t even know why you need this much reassurance. You’re not used to needing it. But you’re relieved to hear it all the same. You close your eyes as one of his hands runs over your hair, as gentle as the voice reassuring you that he didn’t think you were messing with him. The idea that anyone would believe you is foreign in itself, but this is something you’ve never even considered. You never thought you would end up being comforted by John Egbert on a sofa on a huge meteor hurtling through space. Yet here you are.
Karkat probably freaking out you just know is an understatement. Freaking out is what he did when you showed up in the same room as John and you were staring at each other as if you’ve never seen each other before - which, in John’s case at least, was true. But when he figures out this particular development, you’re fairly sure you won’t hear the end of it for days. You smile to yourself in amusement just thinking about his reaction. But he’s right about Rose and Kanaya - they probably won’t pay too much notice to it. Neither of them might be too happy with you, but they never really interacted with you while on the meteor.
You find yourself again looking into his transparent eyes, knowing that there is no way in any universe that he couldn’t be completely honest with that look in his eyes. How anyone could find you as “fantastic” as he seems to find you is beyond you, but you still can’t help smiling at the compliment.
“I suppose the human concept of ‘girlfriend’ would also work in this context,” you reply with a grin, leaning into the comforting warmth of his arms. “I suppose I owe her a thank you as well...I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to meet you at the rate we were going.”
You let your voice trail off into silence as you tip your face up to return the kiss. After two years of being unsure about what you wanted, it seems to have only taken a surprise appearance from John to make you realize how completely you’ve fallen for him. You let your lips part further, a little less reticent, letting your tongue brush up against his. It’s actually kind of impressive that he hasn’t stabbed himself with either of your fangs yet.
A few moments later you feel yourself being lowered so that you’re lying on the couch with your lips still locked with John’s. Your hands somehow weave their way into his hair again, just enjoying the feel of his soft, short hair between your fingers.
When the two of you finally break apart, you brace your forehead against his, a small, affectionate smile curling your lips a little. Your can feel the heat in your face and you know that you’ve effectively managed to flood your face with blue again. The flushed color fades a little as you consider the possibilities of Karkat’s reaction when he realizes that you and John have officially engaged in “sloppy Troll-human makeouts.” He’s right, you decide, Karkat will definitely have a fit when he finds out. It’ll be far more satisfying than you’re willing to admit to watch him freak out over it.
You keep your eyes fixed on John, zoning out for a moment in the relaxing sensation of his fingers combing through your hair. It’s calming somehow, the occasional gentle tug on the thick black strands.
You realize that John is actually right. Blinking yourself back to full awareness, you realize that you yourself had almost fallen asleep like this, wrapped snugly in his arms. You would give up your recuperacoon any day if it meant you could spend your nights enveloped in this warmth and comfort.
“The weird slime cocoon can wait,” you mutter softly, bringing one of your hands forward to brush his cheek lightly. “I’ll easily have a good night’s rest here.” And it’s true. You nearly drifted off a minute ago - you know that you could easily sleep the rest of the night away in this position. You’ve waited two years to be able to do this, and you’re reluctant to let any moment with John go to waste.