Tied Up With You

Love You Again

Error and me were cuddling in bed, it is silent in the house as Error fiddles with my shirt collar.

I have been laying in his lap for an hour now.

These feelings that have been buried rise up since we last had done it.

I sit up and take a good look at Error.

The tear streaks.

He showed me how he got them. The magic burned into his face like scars.

Error blushes a blue blush and looks away.

He has been working on and Outertale sans doll for a while now. Struggling through the stitches, he makes a loop and frustratedly pulls it out.

It is another hour. I head outside to exercise.

When I come back from training my body I usually report to Error what I have done.

He pushes up his glasses and takes his attention away from his book. When he finally looks at me, he smiles.

There isn't much to smile about really. I am all sweaty and a mess.

Yet seeing a smile on his face warms my heart.

'That's really mine?'

"I am going to take a shower." I say.

In the bathroom I eye the shower and peel off my sweaty clothes.

"Mmm," I sigh. When I look down my friend was up partially.

"No way," I groan.

After a *cough* uneventful shower, wearing only pants, I head back to Error's room.

I am in a mood, and that shower didn't help.

"Error." When did my voice get deeper?

"Yes, Cross?

He looks up am me from behind those red glasses.

A shiver runs down my spine as he sits up to look at me.

It is the start of something new in our relationship.

Those eye lights bore into mine unafraid.

Does he know what I want to do to him?

My body moves automatically as I slide onto the bed.

"I am sorry, I just really want to touch you right now." I say taking a hand near his face and hovering near it.

Error rolls his eye lights, but he looks amused.

His hand pulls mine to close the gap as he puts down whatever he was crocheting.

Hiding away our love living in the shadows of this world. I can live with it. I have all the cards and he is simply playing my game. I doubt his apple falls far either.

I stroke his face and he melts into my hands just how I envisioned it. Nothing better than the view I have now. No, it could be even better.

Even if I feel the need to go faster, I still want to see him pliable in my hands perfect for me to steal away and keep for myself.

Error pauses and gives me a bright smile and that alone resurrects my little friend again who has been growing weary from all the waiting.

All this time I could have muted Error, no stalemates. My perfect triumph, where he would never dare again to strike back.

"Let me in." I say near the side of his skull before kissing him.

Perfect moment and from here I can see his eye sockets tearing up as he doesn't know what to do or say.

"I- I..." He starts to say.

But I cut him off with a swift kiss to the mouth.

From there we make out.

"I want to love you again."

My brain spaces out of bliss and in the short moment before the grace of clouds fell over my head I saw Error's eye lights roll back in his sockets.

Error hisses.

Hands gripping, arms tangled, legs in a bind.

I find myself wrapped in Error's strings.

"You need to calm down. You are on time out mister."

"Just give it a chance, Error." I grin.

"No pande*o. The amount of dumbness your arse pulled out is astonishing I'd think you have diarrhea. You will stop and cool off.

The minute Error lets me down something in me snaps.

I first I was stationary, unmoving. Then I crack into action.

That is how we ended up with Error over my shoulder being lifted to my room.

"Put me down you idiot!" He screeches.

I oblige and toss him down onto my bed.

He sputters and glares at me from the corner of his sockets.

"You know what I am here for your comfort. I don't understand why you don't want to do it. It has been weeks."

"Well, maybe I don't want to do it right now!" He hisses.

Crestfallen, my I feel my face morph into a look of sadness. But I can understand.

Who was I just then, a sexually starved monster?

I watch as Error leaves the room grumbling.

Maybe I should be more patient with him.

Everyday I am falling for him, but he can't seem to give me what I need now. What do I do?

We barely touched each other more than a kiss and a cuddle.

I flop onto my bed as I put on a one man show and think on how to get Error to the level I want to be at. I don't want to be cursed with shallow love I wish to go deeper until I am nestled in the deepest part of his mind.

I need... I need... I need him. No, I want him to give more of himself to me.

For him to hold me down I need him to stand with me here. I need him to be by my side.

What if he is really the one who won? If so, it wouldn't be the first time he has done so, and I don't really care if who is controlling this whole show, not if it means feeling like we are going too slow.

I need him to want me as badly as I want him. What can I do but wait?