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works/338805.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Karkat_Vantas
  Character:
      Karkat_Vantas, John_Egbert
  Additional Tags:
      Rule_63
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-13 Words: 402
****** You Owe Me New Sheets ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Karkat has a moment to herself. Her thoughts quickly trail to a
     certain someone...
Stupid. This is completely and utterly stupid.
Karkat had gone to her very human bed that night with all intentions to merely
close her eyes and drift off into the world of slumber. Her sheets were freshly
washed and her numerous pillows properly fluffed. The bed was more like a nest,
and she was fully prepared to burrow herself under a blanket or two to sleep
the horrid day away.
Of course, that&#x2019;s not how the process of life works, and especially not
after hours of spending time with someone your mind is too god damn preoccupied
with.
Against the voices screaming in the back of her mind to stop&#x2026; One of her
hands found its way into her stripe clad panties, fingers seeking out the
unbearable warmth brought about by him.
&#x201C;Fuck.&#x201D; The word is a breath escaping her lungs. &#x201D;Oh,
fuck.&#x201D; And another, the harmony of a whine joining the mix.
She&#x2019;s found just the right spot, the perfect spot. Her pace is desperate
now, as the warmth of her arousal slick skin spreads inward. Internally. She
can feel it in her lower belly, her inner thighs, even shocks of it spreading
like tendrils of ivy into her toes and fingers. With every second and every
brush of her fingers against such a sensitive spot, each whine that slips from
her throat grows louder. Her whimpers of his name grow closer together.
Karkat is in her own beautiful little world, where she doesn&#x2019;t notice
how tightly curled her toes are or how her thighs are trembling or that between
all the sounds she&#x2019;s holding her breath for too long. All she can think
about is him. His bright eyes, his stupid smile. The warmth of his lips, the
gentle touch of his hands. She wishes so desperately for the press of his body
against her own. In these moments, it&#x2019;s almost like he&#x2019;s here
&#x2014; his piano-perfect fingers the ones bringing her closer and
closer&#x2026;
Until her back arches elegantly off the bed, her breath stolen right out of her
lungs while her body finally, finally takes the perfect plunge. Instead of
crying out of whimpering or even moaning, she&#x2019;s practically sobbing, her
chest heaving with the effort. Never has this been so fucking intense. A new
universe might as well be exploding into life behind her eyelids.
With a gasp, it&#x2019;s all over.
John Egbert&#x2026;
You owe her new sheets.
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