Andy loved a nice warm bed. Soft and full of stuffed animals and cozy blankets. As much as he loved computers, he also loved the feeling of doing nothing in particular.
He felt Pink brush up against him, legs intertwined with his. He hadn’t expected their little relationship-whatever this was- to go this fast. Perhaps platonic cuddling was a thing, or maybe he was hoping for more than was actually happening.
He’d never thought that deities needed sleep. Maybe she didn’t and was just resting her eyes, enjoying the mere sensation of being next to him so intimately.
The thought of it made his face warm. Being this close he could take in the small details of her face, things that had passed him by when they normally interacted. How she looked both eternal and weary. Fatigued and youthful.
A set of contradictions that went well together, that made sense.
Carefully, he drew her closer to him, wanting to embrace her warmth, protect her somehow.
This moment would not last forever, but for now he’d like to pretend as if it were. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off to sleep and rejoin her his Goddess