(A/N: the '~' in the title is a smut warning. Just letting you know.)

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(Palette)

It took a lot of self-control not to take Goth right there, on the couch. But seeing him relax and sleep... it soothed my soul knowing that he felt this comfortable around me. Not to mention the soft smile that touched his face as he gently snored into my chest. Although it spooked me the first time he spoke.

"Don't go there," he grumbled tiredly. Looking down, I found his eye sockets closed and the soft smile faltering a bit before relaxing.

He talks in his sleep? I wondered with a small smile. Cute.

I lay there, stroking his head through the soft hood, listening to his easy snoring and his occasional mumbles.

One time he really scared me when his fists gripped my arms tightly and his face scrunched up in pain. "Don't, no, stop!" he whimpered, burying his face into my chest.

"Shh, shh," I said hurriedly, rubbing Goth's back to help him overcome the bad dream.

Unknowingly, I wrapped us in my dreamscape magic, just wanting Goth to sleep soundly.

"Shh, Goth, you're fine," I whispered. Slowly, Goth relaxed, going limp in my arms as his gentle snoring continued.

Goth never mumbled any more words after that incident, and it took me a while to figure out that I had used dreamscape magic.

Now that he would sleep soundly, I wiggled my way carefully out from under him. He slept on as I managed to get out, wrapping his arms around a pillow as he adjusted sleepily.

Snapping my fingers, the lighter whizzed into my hand and I started the fire in the grate, wanting to warm up the cabin before the sun went down completely. Glancing back at Goth's sleeping figure, I watched the firelight dance over him. Dancing shadows made the curves of his skull and the depth of his hood stand out, as well as give his crimson scarf more definition.

Settling myself by the fire, out of the way of its light, I pulled out my sketchbook and looked at Goth. The scratch of my pencil, the crackling of the fire, and the gentle snoring coming from Goth were the only sounds in the cabin for a while. Hours passed this way, and my picture slowly developed into something worthy of the term 'art', except the true art was the firelight dancing on Goth's sloping figure.

Around two in the morning, Goth stirred. He slowly blinked his sleep-ridden eye sockets open, squinting into the uneven light of the fire. His eyes slowly traveled over to me, looking surprised to find me sitting by the fire instead of laying beneath him.

"Ugh, what time is it?" Goth grumbled, sitting up.

"Uh, about ten past two in the morning," I informed him. He looked up, worried.

"You let me sleep all afternoon?" he sounded upset.

"You needed to sleep," I shrugged. I flipped the page around, showing him my picture, "and you were too cute to wake up." I winked at him.

"Ugh," Goth groaned, "There goes my sleep schedule."

"It's not as if it's been on track recently, has it?" I smirked at him and he just rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't mean I can't try..." he yawned, leaning on his elbows as he supported his head.

I stood up, sitting down next to him, "I'm sorry about letting you sleep so long. You just looked so peaceful."

"I'm sorry for overreacting. You're right, I need sleep..."

He settled himself into the crook of my arm and I just held him, resting my chin on the top of his head. We settled like that for a while, just watching the flames dance as the fire died down.

In the glow of the embers, when no flame remained, Goth turned and gazed at me knowingly.

"This isn't like us," he said softly.

"Oh?" I asked him, "And what is?"

Instead of answering, he wrapped his arm around my neck and brought my face to his, kissing me gently. I kissed him back, cupping his face in my hand. We kissed on the couch softly for a while, until Goth broke away and pouted at me.

"You're not trying, Pally," he whined.

Pally? That's new, I grinned at him, "What are you asking for, Gothy?"

He got off of me and stood up, crossing his arms and pouting down at me.

"I'm asking for the Palette I know, the one I fell in love with," he said quietly.

My grin turned into a smirk as I rose slowly to my feet, standing above him. He looked up at me, his eyes full of want. It was the first time I saw such need in his face.

Quickly wrapping my arms tightly around him to bring him closer to me, I pulled him and looked down into his eyes. Holding him tight with one arm, I took my hat off and tossed it aside. Leaning down, I kissed him roughly, forcing his head back. We made out like this, me taking control of him as he melted into it, for some time.

Breaking away, he grinned up at me, "That's the Palette I wanted," he breathed heavily.

"Then this is the Goth I want," I whispered to him. We went back into the kiss, our minds both on the same thing. For once we were both full of the same want, same need, same desire.

Goth wrapped his arms around my neck, trying to pull himself onto me. I gave him a hand by hefting his legs up, lifting his body. He wrapped his legs around my waist, cupping the back of my head and neck. Shifting my grip to hold him up so his head was just above my own, I massaged his mouth with my tongue.

His breathing hitched a bit as I shifted my grip again, moving one of my hands closer to his ass. But he kept up the kiss, gripping me tighter around my neck.

Carefully I began to make my way towards the only other room in the cabin: the bedroom. Goth was too distracted in the kiss to notice my movement, and even to notice as I pressed him against the door. Shifting my grip again, I groped for the door handle while we kissed. I found it and the door swung open. I caught Goth as I pushed my way into the room, kicking the door shut behind me.

The light was cut off as I made my way through the familiar darkness. Reaching the bed, I turned and sat on it, hitching Goth up so he sat on his knees, straddling me. I reached up and pressed his back to force his chest into mine, wanting him to be closer. I enjoyed the tilt of my head since Goth now sat a head above me. His hands cupped my face, trying to pull me in closer.

I traced his spine beneath his cloak and he shuddered, letting out a choppy gasp.

"Palette," he whispered softly, "Wh-where are we?"

"My favorite room," I whispered back. I started kissing his cheek and his face, traveling down his jaw. Slowly, I pulled his hood off his head and gently caressed his skull. His breath quickened a little bit, and it grew steadily faster as I traveled down his jaw to above his neck, using my teeth to slowly begin to work off his scarf.

Suddenly his hand clenched his scarf and he used the other to push me away a bit.

"P-palette, I-I'm not r-ready," he breathed, his shoulders shaking.

(Goth)

I'm n-not ready, I thought shakily as Palette held me. My body prickled when he touched my skull, and when I felt the tug on my scarf it became too much. I wasn't used to this much contact, this much vulnerability. My cloak, my scarf, they had always protected me, kept me safe. I'm not ready to let that go.

I felt Palette's thumb on my face, tracing a circle. I looked into his eyes, seeing concern.

"I won't hurt you, Goth," he whispered, keeping my face close to his, "I will keep you safe, protect you." He looked down, "But only if you let me in."

"It's just that..." I sighed, clutching my scarf tightly, "I haven't been bare in ages...I've always had this, it's part of me."

"I want you, Goth," Palette breathed, gently twirling a bit of my scarf on his finger, "More than I've wanted anything in this world. But I won't do anything you're unwilling to do. If you want to end this right now, I'll end it, and I won't do anything else until you're ready."

Looking at the concern and the need in his eyes, something sparked in me. Taking a shaky breath, I slowly brought my hands up to my scarf.

He watched me silently as I carefully unwound the scarf, letting the lengthy material fall to the ground. Hesitantly, he reached up a hand and gently caressed the curves of my vertebrae. I shuddered and he paused, but I nodded my head and he went on. Carefully, he brought his face to the crook of my neck and gently began kissing it.

I let out a shaky breath but held his head there with one hand, finding pleasure in the gentle touch of his jaw on my neck, his warm breath on the bone. Encouraged by my touch, Palette began kissing faster, licking the bone gently.

"Ahh~" I moaned out, clutching fistfuls of Palette's shirt. I still felt shaky, but I was enjoying his touch.

"Are yo-" he tried to whisper.

"Shh, don't stop," I breathed, "It-it's nice."

He went back to doing it and turned up the intensity. He sucked on my neck, nibbling on it slightly as he licked and kissed me. Slowly, his hand came up and hooked a hand beneath the collar of my cloak, trying to tug it off. I leaned back a bit and took it off myself. Shivering in the sudden cold, I hugged myself. Other than my dark cloak, I was in a loose long sleeve and dark jeans.

I felt Palette's arms wrap around me and pull me close. He grinned at me, "Let me warm you up."

He flipped us over and pushed me up on the bed. Walking up on his knees and straddling me, he began to unbutton his shirt. I sat up and grabbed his hands, looking into his eyes.

"C-can I do it?" I asked with a small smile. He smirked and put his hands down, letting me do it. Button by button, I slowly undid his shirt, revealing his snow-white ribs.

I stopped, staring at his bare chest in wonder. Still smirking, Palette shrugged off the shirt and tossed it away. He then grabbed the hem of mine and tugged it a bit, looking at me for permission. Shakily, I nodded and he began to pull the hem up. Soon it was past my face and over my head, landing on the floor soundlessly. Palette then began undoing my belt and I went to grab him, but he looked up into my eyes.

"Trust me," he whispered softly. Leaning close he started to kiss me as he went on undoing my belt. He tugged it loose and tossed it aside, then leaned forward and gently pushed me down. He kissed my jaw and my neck, traveling down my clavicle and began kissing my ribs one by one. I bit my finger to try and stop the moans wanting to escape me.

Glancing down, my face went hot at seeing him half-naked, slowly making his way down, down, down...

Palette grinned up at me before grabbing my pants and yanking them down my legs. I squeaked at his suddenness and my abrupt bareness and he only grinned wider. He stood on his knees above me, tracing his ribs as he stared down at me. Seeing his delicate artist's fingers trace his fine curves made my face go hotter.

"Yo-you're a tease," I huffed. I was finding it hard to breathe, my bareness overwhelming me.

Concern showed on Palette's face when my breathing got rougher. My soul pounded as I felt cold air wrap around my body, in places it often never reached.

"Goth, are you okay?" he asked, his teasing manner dying. I wanted to nod but my head moved in the other direction as my breath quickened again.

I began to shiver and he reached behind himself. He grabbed a blanket and threw it on top of us, covering me and him as he lay on top of me, holding me close. He began to kiss my cheek to calm me down, caressing my face.

"I'm sorry," he whispered and I laughed in nerves.

"D-don't-t b-be," I said, hugging his neck, "I-it's not-t y-your f-fault-t." He smiled at me, and I pulled him into a kiss. He kissed me back wholeheartedly, pouring our passion into it.

Palette began to slowly grind on my bare hips, and the friction of his jeans elicited a groan from me. He smiled in the kiss, then began sucking on my tongue and increasing the speed of his grinding.

"Mm-ahh~" I moaned, breaking away from him, "You're such a tease, Pally."

"It's my specialty," he breathed, kissing my neck up and down. He made his way down my chest again, moving further than before. His hand stroked my spine as he began to kiss my legs. His other hand rubbed my femur. Soon both of them began to rub gentle circles on my pelvis, making me shiver a bit and let out a breathy sigh.

"St-stop teasing," I sighed shakily.

"Who said I was teasing?" Palette muttered, breathing on my legs. I felt my magic concentrate as he continued his petting, and a glowing red entrance formed between my legs, lighting Palette's triumphant face in a red glow.

Carefully, Palette lowered his head to my entrance and kissed the sensitive outside. I tried to snap my legs closed but he pinned them open and got bolder. He licked the outer folds, splitting them open more and more each time. Soon he was gently inserting his tongue inside me, exploring. Greedily he began to thrust his tongue in and out while exploring. Every thrust caused a warm pang of pleasure to hit me. Moans started escaping, and I bit my finger again to stop them.

I felt his hand grab my wrist and pull my finger out of my mouth. He peeked up, pausing his exploring, "I want to listen to you, Goth~" he purred. I nodded and he let go of me, trailing his hand to rub my ribs up and down as he returned to his explorative thrusting.

I gasped when he inserted two fingers inside me, maintaining his thrusting licks. He pumped them on my walls, slowly at first. He sped up when I moaned louder as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me with his tongue.

He thrust his tongue harder and pumped harder. I could feel a knot begin to wind up where my naval would be as waves of pleasure came up with every thrust of his tongue and every pump of his fingers. The knot tightened and tightened until Palette hit the sensitive spot one last time and it released.

"Oh, my stars~!" I moaned out, gripping the sheets beneath me as I felt the pleasant release of the knot unwinding. Panting with the passion and pleasure I looked down at Palette.

His grinning face had drips of something red falling from his mouth. He swallowed and leaned over me, still grinning seductively as he leaned closer.

"Want to taste yourself?" he asked, licking his teeth to clear some of the red drips.

I nodded breathlessly and he kissed me passionately. A salty-sweet taste filled my mouth as he wrapped his tongue around my own. He broke away, a string of saliva connecting our mouths as I smiled at him.

"You taste amazing," he breathed on my face, caressing my cheek.

Panting, I reached up and slowly lowered the blanket off of us. Palette smirked and sat up, straddling my glowing hips. He began to caress his ribs with one hand, the other undoing his belt. My face flushed as the belt came free of his belt loops and he threw it away. He brought both his hands to undo his pants zipper. He undid it slowly, drawing out the ripping noise it made as long as it would go. Hooking his thumbs on the hem of his pants he drew them down inch by tantalizing inch, slowly revealing a bright glowing member.

Sitting up he tugged them off his legs and threw them away before straddling me again. All I could do is stare at his member, my face burning red hot.

He leaned down, bringing my attention to his face. Cupping my chin, he smirked seductively at me. "Do you want to taste me, Gothy?"

"Mm-hmm," I nodded. He pulled me up, backing off of me and standing on his knees. I crawled on my hands and knees towards him, sitting on my heels and looking up at him, uncertain.

"Go ahead," he smiled down at me. Sighing deeply, I gently stroked it. Palette let out a refreshing sigh and pet my head. His touch gave me the courage to lick the sensitive tip. The dripping pre-cum that covered the end filled my mouth with a pleasant, sweet taste that was ever so slightly bitter. Boldly I put my mouth on it, wanting to taste more. I began sucking on it, traveling up and down his member, wrapping my tongue around him as it entered my mouth. My sharp teeth accidentally scratched him slightly and he shuddered, letting out a gasp.

"Ah-haa..." he breathed. I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me.

"Do it again," he said breathlessly. Grinning, I went down on him again, carefully dragging my teeth as I came up so as not to hurt him but to touch him. He gasped again, letting out a short breathy laugh.

"Holy shit," he panted. I went down farther on him, nearly gagging myself. But I went up and down again, reaching his base, all the while gently scratching him with my teeth.

"Mnm, damn, Goth~" he moaned, gripping my head to guide my actions, "You're, ah, better than I thoug-ahh~"

Going up and down on him a few times quickly, I pulled up, sucking on the tip before popping off. I leaned up close to him, kissing him passionately and letting him taste himself. He pulled me into himself, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down, wanting to feel his weight on top of me.

While we kissed he lined himself up and slowly began to insert himself. I gasped and he brought his head up, panting slightly.

He pushed himself all the way in and stopped, "Tell me when you're ready," he whispered, stroking my cheek. I nodded, waiting for the burning fire to die away. Once it did, I caught Palette's eye and nodded. He brought himself out and gently thrust back in, renewing the fire, though it was less intense than before. He waited, I nodded, and he did it again. We repeated this cycle of thrusting and waiting a few times until the fire was all but gone.

Panting a little bit, I bucked my hips, wanting more. Palette obliged, moving faster. It still wasn't enough for me. Bucking my hips up again, I grunted by his skull, "More, Palette."

He went even faster, starting to slam into me. I wanted him deeper, so I pulled my knees up to try and give him more space. Sensing my movement, Palette gripped my hips, pulling me into every thrust. He carefully moved my legs up to his shoulders and I crossed my ankles behind his neck. His speed increased with the new room and he gripped my hips tighter.

Moans and grunts filled the dark room as Palette slammed into me. Constant waves of pleasure filled me as the knot at my center began to tighten again.

"By the gods~" I moaned out, listening to Palette's panting grunts. The knot grew tighter and tighter, a wonderful sensation in my middle.

"Palette~!" I screamed as the knot burst inside me. Palette kept thrusting into me roughly for a little longer, letting my knot unwind in the process.

"Holy fuck, Goth~" he moaned out as I felt him release inside me. He stopped thrusting as he did so, letting his seed coat my slick walls. We both panted heavily, staring into each other's eyes. I unwound my legs from his neck and put them down so he could lean forward and kiss me passionately.

The smile on his mouth made the kiss all the sweeter as he carefully pulled out. I gasped into the kiss, giving him an opportunity to wrap his tongue around mine and draw it out into the heated air between us. He slowly unwound his tongue, letting a long trail of saliva connect us.

He collapsed next to me, and I snuggled up to him. Using his magic, he pulled the blanket over us and propped himself on his elbow, gazing at me longingly.

"Are you warmed up yet, my wittle Gothy?" he whispered.

"Plenty warm, Pally," I whispered back.

"Then goodnight, my sweet," he kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight, my tease," I held him close.