Sanders Sides Oneshots and Short Stories

Kiss It Better

Requested.

Ship: Romantic Logicality

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: In the header. ^^^

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"Ow!"

Logan hissed and cradled his finger, scowling. Stupid books and their sharp pages. A little drop of ruby blood welled up from the pad of his finger.

"You okay?" Patton asked from across the room, looking up from the puzzle he was working on.

"Just a paper cut," Logan replied.

"Here," Patton said, walking over to him.

Expecting a band-aid or something, Logan held up his finger for Patton to see. Patton reached down, leaned close, and kissed his finger.

Logan stared at him, a warm feeling rushing to his cheeks. His finger tingled.

"All better!" Patton chirped, then turned around and went back to his puzzle.

The logical side blinked several times, his surprised gaze still fixed on his boyfriend. He knew, of course, that Morality had the ability to heal, but certainly a kiss wasn't necessary?

But he enjoyed it anyway.

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This happened many, many times over the course of the next few weeks. Logan would hurt himself, and Patton ould appear, press a kiss to the wound, and vanish. Logan flushed red each time, his heart nearly stopping and his mouth going dry.

Then, one morning, everyone was sitting at the table in the kitchen, eating a meal that Patton had prepared. Logan leaned against the counter, sipping a mug of coffee.

Near him, Patton stirred his tea, raised it to his lips, and took a large sip.

Immediately, he hissed and set down the mug, waving his hands fruitlessly at his tongue. "Ow, ow," Patton whimpered.

Without even really thinking, Logan moved forward and pressed their lips together. Patton made a muffled sound of surprise, but melted into it, wrapping his arms around Logan's waist. When Logan pulled away, a smile curved his stoic features into something warm.

"All better," Logan murmured.

Patton blushed and covered his face with his hands. "Lo!" He peeked at Logan, giggled, and leaned in for another kiss.

"Get a room!" Virgil called, clicking his fork against his plate with each syllable. Across from him, Roman groaned into his hands.

"Don't pretend like you and Roman aren't joined at the hip," Logan said, scoffing lightheartedly.

"Logan!"

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