AN: I have work tomorrow. My brain decided that this was more important.

~Cold and Wrapped Up in Blankets~

He was not jealous of his boyfriend's fur...

...was a complete and total lie if Mario was being perfectly honest. The cold snap had come on so suddenly in the mansion and no matter how many blankets Mario wrapped around himself he just couldn't get warm. And then there was Sonic, just sitting there casually sipping a soda on the couch next to him like it was still the middle of summer , seemingly not picking up on the fact that Mario was freezing his ass off next to him. Mario wondered if Sonic knew how lucky he was, always having something to keep him warm while he was reduced to looking like a human burrito.

"Sonic..." Mario whined, to which the twenty-three year old turned his attention away from the television.

"Yeah babe?"

"I'm cold."

Sonic blinked, eyeing Mario up and down before he lifted his eyes to meet Mario's. He quirked an eyeridge. "You're cold?" he repeated incredulously. "You have, like, four blankets wrapped around yourself an' you're cold?"

"Well some of us don't have a thick layer of fur to protect us from the elements." Mario grumbled, pulling one of the blankets over his head. Sonic cocked his head in confusion before everything clicked in his brain and he grinned, pulling the blanket away from Mario's head.

"Is this your way of askin' to cuddle?" Sonic questioned with a smirk. Mario sheepishly smiled and nodded while Sonic sighed in exasperation, pulling away the layers of blankets before curling around Mario and arranging the blankets over both of them. "You're such a dork," he stated rather matter-of-factly. "You could have just asked to cuddle in the first place."

"Yeah, well it takes one dork to know another dork." Mario rather childishly shot back before resting his head on Sonic's shoulder. "Besides, I was waiting to see how long it would take for you to notice that I was turning into an ice cube."

"But you're always doin' weird shit like that," Sonic pointed out. "How was I supposed to know that you were actually cold and not pullin' off your best Metapod impression?"

"Because I haven't done that impression in months. Glad to know you thought it was good though."

Sonic just rolled his eyes and held Mario tighter, staring down at the dork he'd somehow fallen in love with. Who would've thought after their rocky history together they'd be having a discussion about how well Mario pulled off an impression of a Pokemon. "Are you better now?" he asked, to which Mario nodded.

"Much, actually. Grazie."

Sonic chuckled, pressing a kiss to Mario's forehead before he turned his attention back to the television. "You're welcome." he murmured. "But next time you're cold, just pounce on me or somethin' so you actually catch my attention."


"Mar?! What the actual hell are you doin'?"

"Hey, you're the one who told me to pounce on you the next time I was cold!"