Cupid (DNF + Karlnap)

Chapter 42: Massage and Movie

Written by Ezra, cause he doesn't want to write his own stuff.
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Karl POV.

Sapnap, Techno, and I all leaned against the wall without a word, watching as the two humans talked with one another. They couldn’t see us, even if we weren’t disguised with some angelic magic they would likely be too focused on their conversation, which was good. My hand held Sapnap’s as we all watched the conversation unfold.

“If you ever get bored of cooking in an oven then I might want to try your microwave mac’n’cheese.” George hummed, and I noted the way both of their faces were tinted slightly red under the light of the kitchen. I could sense their emotions from here, a mixture of fear, and happiness, and confusion, and caution. A combination often involved with love.

They continued to talk for a while, with them both getting closer to one another. It wasn’t physically getting closer, instead mentally and emotionally. They were growing closer and closer in a romantic sense with their conversation. Eventually Dream stood up and began to clean up his plate, with George following after him.

“We should give them some privacy.” Techno suggested. “I don’t want to risk witnessing my clients and friends sucking face upstairs.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, since I hadn’t heard the term before.
“It means your job will be going well.” He headed upstairs before I could ask anything else.

My gaze shifted over to Sapnap, who sidestepped around George as the lights were turned off and they headed upstairs. “Perhaps it is some archangel slang?” He offered with a shrug. “A phrase that they understand and we may not.” I just gave a nod, he was probably right.

After we were certain the two humans had retreated into rooms upstairs (from the sounds of it they had walked into the same room) we followed upstairs. Part of me was tempted to go to the doors of the humans and listen to see if they were inside, but I resisted.

“Would you like to do something?” He asked, glancing towards me with a loving, longing gaze. “Like watch a movie, or cuddle?” I smiled at him but shook my head.
“Not tonight.” I hummed as I opened the door of Sapnap’s room for him. “We are in the home-stretch, we both need to focus.”

"I understand." He reluctantly spoke. We both lingered in the doorway of his room, refusing to make eye contact with each other and just listening to our breathing in the quiet hallway. I was unsure what we should do, if we should share a bed or not. Obviously I loved my soulmate, but part of me wanted to just return to my room.

If we went into the same bedroom we would likely end up spending the night… distracted with one another. It possibly wouldn't be good at this time in the job, it possibly wouldn't be good at any time in the job. Slowly I lowered my head down, eyes shutting as I thought about what I should do until I felt a hand under my chin.

Cautiously my gaze was lifted back up to look at him and seeing the beautiful smile of my soulmate made my heart melt. "I would like it if you stayed with me for the night. I know you are having trouble deciding." The offer took the decision out of my hands and I gave a nod, accepting the hand he offered out to lead me inside.

Treating me like royalty I was escorted to the bed and gifted a precious kiss as I sat down. "I don't want to have any intimacy Sapnap." I told the ravenette firmly as he sat beside me. "Not tonight." I did love his touch though, desperately.
"That is perfectly fine." Love flowed from him. "We don't have to do anything."

As I sat there though, my body stiff, he began massaging me. Running his fingers through my hair and across my body to soothe my muscles. Although I was not in any need for a massage I loved his touch.

"How about you take your shirt off?" He hummed. "Then I could clean and preen your wings." Wordlessly I nodded, pulling it off so he could do as he said he would. The two of us fell into an effortless embrace, one we'd done many times before.

Dream POV

George was beside me, both of us laying under the covers in the bed. Despite how I might have wished, there was nothing romantic between us. We were both just under the covers since it was warmer and my room was quite cold. Neither of us cared about one another either as we focused on the screen.

Okay, that was a lie. I was not focusing on the screen. Instead I was just glancing over occasionally at one of my best friends as he laid beside me.  My mind was thinking back to earlier with that comment we made. It was just a stupid comment about mac’n’cheese but I couldn’t help but think about it.

And then there was the way that he had touched my foot with his own. That could have either been an accident (which I doubted since we weren't sitting particularly close to one another) or a clear sign of him showing interest. All that held me back was fear surrounding our friendship.

I yawned, eyes on the verge of fluttering shut. Truthfully, I was exhausted and I didn't even know why since I had spent most of the afternoon feeling bitter towards Karl. George also seemed tired, but that was normal for him.

Part of me wanted to wake him up and let him know that we should probably be going to bed, but my body was too exhausted to do anything other than have me laying there for hours on end. Slowly I managed to grab the remote and turn the TV on before yawning again and rolling over to get comfortable.

I listened quietly to George’s breathing from just a few inches away from me, sounding ever-so-peaceful and asleep. It was amazing, a melodic sound. I wanted to be able to hold him closer to myself, to be able to listen to his breathing. It was beautiful but I resisted, instead just rolling over and wrapping my arms around one another to sleep.
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