JohnxVriska

It was a warm summer's night, and it had been over two years since they'd beat the game. Their worlds had merged, seeing as Alternia was a wasteland.
John Egbert and Vriska Serket sat on the sofa, watching Con- Air. Vriska was eating candy, sometimes throwing them into the air and catching them in her mouth. John chuckled and turned back to the screen. It was nearing the end, where Nic Cage reunited with his family. Dammit, he always got choked up here. He started mouthing the words, a sad smile on his lips. Just before he could clutch onto the couch cushion as usual, Vriska dropped a hand on top of his, gently grasping it. He looked at her, shocked. She was staring straight ahead at the screen, but John could swear she was blushing. She tilted her head back and started tossing candies up again. They were those chocolate covered raisin things. John hated them with a passion, but Vriska seemed to have a taste for them. One bounced off her bottom lip, leaving a streak of chocolate and making Vriska swear. She used her free hand to search for the lost candy. Maybe it was the movie, or the hand- holding, but when Vriska turned her head towards John in search of the candy, he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, tongue gently flicking out to lick away the chocolate. When he pulled away, Vriska was definitely blushing. She looked apalled and overjoyed at the same time.
"Sorry." John murmured. "You had chocolate-" But she leaned forward to kiss him back, hand leaving his to rest on his shoulder. He leaned into the contact, wrapping his arms around her waist. Of all the times they had watched this movie together, this one was the best. He gently bit down on her lower lip, making her groan. He chuckled and wrapped a hand in her hair, resting it on the back of her neck. He was dimly aware that the movie was almost over, music in the background signaling that the credits were gonna roll. But he couldn't see them, as that moment Vriska swung one of her legs over John's lap, one knee next to either of his hips. She sat just above his knees, hands knotting in his hair. 'She's... straddling me?' he thought, blushing. 'No, that makes it sound... dirty. Wow, that's mature. Calling something like that dirty. But I guess it's way more mature than being a perv about it...' he sighed inwardly. 'I'm over thinking this' He instead focused on Vriska. Just then she pulled away, gasping for breath. It took him a second to realize his vision was swimming, that his head was pounding from lack of oxygen. Vriska looked shocked, almost mad at herself. "I got carried away," she mumbled. "I oughta go, I need to keep an eye on-" John grabbed her hand as she stood.
"Whoever it is, they can wait." he growled playfully, pulling her back down. She could've easily pulled away, if she wanted to. He wasn't holding or pulling hard. But she practically jumped back into his lap, making him laugh. She chuckled too before kissing him again.
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That had been their first day of 'dating'. Or matespritship, as Vriska put it. They continued going out for weeks after that, doing all the usual couple things. Going
to arcades, movies, dinner, the park, ice skating, talking about their differing cultures, and what they both enjoyed most, the kissing. Vriska told him that on Alternia, it was called sloppy makeouts, but that made him laugh too much to ever take it seriously. During one such makeout, Vriska's handheld rang. She growled, gently disentangling herself from John. She scooted to the edge of his bed, typing quickly. He moved onto his knees, resting his chin on her right shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Who is it?" he asked, slightly put off by the interruption. "My kismesis." she said, still typing.
John recognized the purple text and tooly accent right off the bat. "Eridan?" he asked, snickering. Vriska laughed too. "Yeah. He actually got pretty intense after the game, trying to get more treasure 8efore I could." she rolled her eyes. "No one kept their 8oon8ucks after the game except me. I've got a hoard to last a lifetime and Eridan's out working his ass off." John snickered, laying kisses on her neck as she conintued to message her kismesis. She shivered. "John, it's impossi8le for me to concentr8 when you do that." She finished the conversation with a quick, "Fuck you sea dweller, I'm with my m8sprit." and signed off. She threw the small device onto the ground and turned back to John, embracing him.
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The next day, Vriska made plans to battle Eridan, and John decided to hang out with Rose. She came in right on time, following his gesture to the kitchen. She sat down, allowing him to get her a glass of water, but declining food. He shrugged and sat down, setting the two glasses in front of either of them. They started chatting, Rose about how many fun people she had met at some club, John about how awesome it was to have all the trolls around. At that, he was about to mention Vriska, but Rose held up one finger, biting her lip. "I... have something to ask, but it's kind of embarassing..."
John chuckled. "You can tell me anything, Rosie!" Usually she hated the nickname, but at that moment it made her grin at him. She gently grabbed one of his hands in both of hers.
"Well, I was wondering if...." she sighed. "I really like you John, and..."
"Oh." John said, shocked. He- politely as possible- pulled his hand away. "I was just about to say..." he bit his lip.
Rose cocked her head, still grinning. "Yes?"
"I'm... in a matespritship with Vriska." He mumbled, looking into his glass of water. Said troll was currently sneaking through the front door, a present hidden behind her back. "Oh." Rose whispered, standing. "Right."
"I'm really sorry. You're great, but... I just..." he sighed, also standing. Vriska peeked through the doorway, looking in at them. She blinked, confused.
"It's fine. Really. You're just... a great guy. And I've known you for so long." She just shook her head, gave John a little peck on the cheek, and swept out, in too
much inner turmoil to see the troll pressed against the wall. Vriska felt puzzled and betrayed. Rose... with John? No, he wouldn't do that. Would he?
Was he jealous of her having a kismesis? He should know better. Angry, she threw what she had been holding down, and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. John started at the loud noise and turned towards the door. In the door way he saw a fully bloomed rose, the exact blue of Vriska's blood. A small note attached with a small red string said,
"John.
Happy month anniversary. This is pretty cheesy, 8ut Karkat's 8een trying to give me advice on human romance. Whatever.
They say lovers are connected 8y a red string. Our wish ours was this short so you could never leave my side.
Like I said, f8cking cheesy. Ugh.
Love and pity you, Vriska Serket"
He wondered why she had dropped it... had she heard that conversation? Or maybe part of it? For someone who didn't know much about human romance, that last part would sound pretty incriminating. Even though it was just a misunderstanding, he felt like he really fucked up.