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As a thank you for the fantastic Riddler-rap we all received earlier from orangeholiday, I offered fic as a gift of thanks. Riddler/Jonathan fluff was requested.
Enjoy.
Jonathan awakens to feeling of cold toes. It’s possibly one of the strangest sensations he’s ever felt in his life. He’s currently sprawled across the sofa, one arm across his eyes, legs lifted up to lay across Eddie’s lap as the other man watched his awful daytime shows. “Eddie?” he asks from the same position, unwilling to move until he’s found out the reason for his predicament.
The other man stops muttering to himself about who is or isn’t the father long enough to answer. “Yes sleeping beauty?” Eddie’s fingers are holding his foot in place as something makes his big toe feel colder; giving up on his guessing game he finally sits up to see what’s going on.
“Eddie why are you painting my toenails?”
He receives a hand raised towards him, brightly painted nails glaring at him in every colour possible. “I ran out of nails.” Is the only answer he gets, Eddie’s tongue peeks out at him from where it’s held between his teeth in concentration as he continues his work. Peering to the floor, he sees that Eddie’s toes are similarly painted, bright stripes of colour against the black rug.
Rolling slightly he watches the figures scream at each other on the TV for a while, enjoying the sensation of Edward blowing on his toes to dry the paint. Without shifting his vision he holds out his hand to the other man. “The glitter is fine on my feet, but only black where others can see it please.”
