Better Together

Spooning

Dust was startled by the strength with which the door was slammed wide open. She watched with a critical eye as Cross stormed through the living room, or the second living room, making his way to the coffee machine in the kitchen. The maniac saw how Cross tapped the screen furiously, he was probably trying to get it to dispense a hot chocolate.

Nightmare had complained multiple times that their coffee was never dispensed correctly. Which was the only explanation Dust could come up with as she witnessed Cross' features frowning in frustration. Angry soldier boy was a rare sight, though not unheard of. Dust was willing to bet it had something to do with Killer. Either that or Cross was frustrated at himself, for whatever reason.

"Cross, you good?" She finally dared to ask as his anger seemed to morph into something else. He nearly jumped out of his non-existent skin at hearing her voice, as though he hadn't even noticed her when he'd stormed in. "Something happen?" She asked and Cross seemed stuck in thought for a moment. The trance was broken with a sigh, all the while Dust waited patiently.

"Nothing happened." He said. "I just-" another sigh, "I got hurt due to an accident during training." Dust perked up as the machine finally started dispending a light brown liquid, Cross hurried in a panic to place a mug under the stream.

"You got hurt? Where, and how?" She asked with a hint of worry in her voice. Cross walked over to her with his drink and sat down next to where she was sprawled out on the awfully comfortable green couch.

"Killer threw a knife at me which accidentally cut the rope that was holding up the heavy wrestling mattrasses." Dust got up from where she was laying as he explained. "The matts fell on top of me. I'll probably have a few blue-ish spots on my ecto later." The maniac hummed as Cross explained. A comfortable silence washed over them, in which Cross took a few sips of his cocoa.

"Would some hugs make you feel better?" She asked with a tilt of her skull. Cross looked down at her with a neutral gaze, which cracked with a smile as she grinned. "Put your mug down on the table." Dust said as she lightly pulled him down, making sure to give him some time to put his drink away. "Also, I'm the big spoon." She elaborated.

"Hey, you said hugs. Not spooning." Cross protested to which Dust shot him a look that asked if he was complaining. The soldier huffed as he laid down, Dust crawled up behind him and squished him in her embrace.

"Why don't you just ask Nightmare to heal the injury for you?" Dust asked after a moment of silence. Cross sighed again before he explained that he couldn't ask Nightmare right now. "Why not?"

"Nightmare and Horror went grocery shopping, just now. They're not coming back anytime soon." Dust hummed.

"Well, that just means I get to spoon you longer." She reasoned. Cross smiled his stupid grin. "Your drink will be cold by the time I let you go."

"No, it's not." Cross claimed. "We're gonna switch places sometime and I'll take a sip while we swap places."

"Ha, you wish." Dust challenged and as predicted Cross didn't rise to take the bait. Instead, he went completely lax in Dust's hold. "Good dog." She praised with a pat.

"Shut up." Cross huffed and for once, Dust listened and did as she was asked.

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Despite the fact that almost nothing happened in this fic, I managed to write it in like fifteen minutes. Actually, that might be the reason I finished it this quickly. Guess I like boring stuff then.