I think I like you. (A Davekat Fanfiction) (DISCONTINUED)

Cuddles and Cinema

"This movie is trash."
"Your face is trash."
"Ouch, babe. That stings."

Karkat was snuggled up to you, his head nuzzled snuggly under your neck. You had your arms wrapped around his waist as his cute lil' butt was sat in your lap. His eyes were fixated on the laptop screen, but you just couldn't concentrate on Dane Cook's awful jokes because of the small little thing you had laying on your chest. His breathing was slow and regular, his chest rising and descending as his shoulders laid relaxed in your arms. He then looked up at you, his grey eyes shining so beautifully. Goddamn, he was a pretty sight. Fluffy jet black hair, soft, smooth grey skin, sparkly eyes like jewels, a cute button nose dusted with freckles, and soft, plump, kissable lips. He almost looked unreal. "You okay?" He had a somewhat worried tone in his voice. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine, babe." ...Did you really just say babe?! Now you're gonna get it. You winced, waiting to be scolded for the odd name. However, you only got an "Okay then", as Karkat turned his head to the screen again. C'mon, Strider. Make a move! You lean down and rest your head on his shoulder, keeping it subtle for now. Karkat glances over at you and then turns his  gaze back to the movie. You kiss his neck gently as he jumps slightly, surprised. He blushes hard, but doesn't say anything. You kiss his neck a few more times, then move to his shoulder. You slip your hand under his shirt and he shivers, but doesn't protest. You smirk and turn his head towards yours. His eyes widen as you gently place your lips on his. Your fingers dance down his jaw as his shoulders relax and his eyes close. He pushes into the kiss aggressively. 'Least now you got a taste of what he's like in bed. He seemingly forgets the movie even exists, and pushes you down on the couch.

You think you can see where this is going.

(A/N: How does a smut chapter sound? :) )