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There was something about the way he looked at you. If there was something you liked to brag about was that you had a true hability when it came to reading people. A smile tugged at your lips, and to cover it up you brought the glass of wine to you lips, taking a sip of the liquid. Your eyes fell on him from time to time, thirsty to learn more about him and his manners. Everytime he raised his glass, he would use a handkerchief to clean up the stain it left on the wooden table. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as he did it again, but you looked away as his eyes drifted to you. He seemed to be closed to new people, but truly he was just retrac

 Later, after you spent a few hours coaxing each other to eat, you are lying on Sol’s bed and waiting for him to go to sleep. You can tell he’s exhausted, but the stubborn male refuses to let his eyes close. Instead he runs his fingers over your skin, enjoying the feel of you while you the two of you adjusted to the unfamiliar, tenderer actions of a matespritship. Your back was to him while you typed away on your—well, technically, his—husktop. Every now and then you felt his hand smooth over your belly, fingers seeking under your shirt to stroke the skin over your ribs, but he seemed hesitant to travel any higher than

 Sollux sits back from the completed computer, letting out a sigh as his spine realigns in the new position. But there is no relief to be felt despite the victory over detonated hardware. He runs his finger over the casing, tracing your symbol with the digit. What if Karkat was wrong, he asks himself. What if it would be better for him to just leave you alone? He frowns at the thought, disliking the idea of just giving up on you. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes as a headache takes up residence in his skull. After a while he snarls in irritation of the nervous flutters in his stomach and pulls up his husktop to message you like he r

 Later, after the two of you actually got some rest for your systems, you find yourself sitting comfortably in your matesprit’s lap while he coded. His chin was on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you to reach the husktop on your lap. It was amusing to try and guess what each code did, and for the most part you understood them, but there were always a few that went over your horns. “Does it scramble files?” “No.” “What about change the backdrop to an encrypted picture or animation?” “Thtill no.” ”Well, I can tell it goes deep into the system…” You pond

 You wake slowly, a dull thud pounding in your head. Your eyes open on a small groan and you look down to the weight on your chest, which happens to be a head, an arm…pretty much the whole upper torso of your matesprit. However, as you looked a puzzling realization occurred to you. Why was he blindfolded? Running through the possibilities of how this situation came about you came to the conclusion that you might have eaten soper the night before, or partaken of one of Rose’s concoctions, although you don’t remember any of that taking place. Whether that is a point in your favor or against you, though, remains to be seen. Th

(Epilogue) You move your fingers over Sol’s bare skin slowly, tracing up his spine and down his side. A smile curves your lips as he grumbles sleepily, stretching with a yawn and rolling away from you. You follow him with a chuckle, the sheets moving over your bare skin smoothly as you wrap your arms around him from behind. A rumbling purr vibrates from his chest as you pull yourself up his length and to his horns. Your lips graze across one, and you extend your tongue to lick it from base to tip. Sol shivers underneath you, eyebrows pulling down over the bandage he had slept in for a while. It has been several weeks since the scuff

 Sollux carefully lays himself down on his bed, completely worn out from the long trek back to his respiteblock. After that incident he couldn’t bear to stay there any longer, and so he hauled himself up the stairs and away from you. Golden tears streamed down his cheeks. From the pain, he tells himself. It would be pointless and degrading to cry over losing someone he hated anyway, right? He stares at his ceiling for a while, wondering where the hell the two of you had gone wrong and why the fuck he was so upset over losing you. It feels as if a piece of him has been hacked away roughly and the edges of the wound seared closed with a r

 Sollux awakes with a groan, his body protesting the attempt to readjust his stiff body. He cracks his eyes open to a darkness nearly blinding to even his nocturnal trollian eyesight, the lids scraping against his corneas as roughly as a pawbeast’s tongue. Between the shadows and the unfamiliar scents of the room he has no idea where he is located, his only awareness that of the pain in his body, and for a moment he almost panics. He attempts to sit himself up, but his wounds holler in pain and he falls back with a gasp, gritting his teeth as he feels a wetness soaking into the cloth underneath him. For a while he stays motionless, deci