Snug as a bug

	Imagine Muffet huffing and puffing and complaining how cold this ratty, drafty human house is compared to her home in the Hotlands. How insufficient this blanket is. She makes snide little comments to herself about shoddy craftsmanship, about how she could - literally - make a better one herself. She pouts and "hmph!"s and tells you you're being very rude, indeed, letting a lady suffer like this. She asks you what kind of cheapskate only has two blankets in the entire house.

	Imagine unrolling yourself from your own heavy flannel comforter, throwing it at her, and politely asking her to shut the fuck up already. She cocoons herself up, which, you admit, looks very cute. She catches you watching and gives you a little ahuhuhu~ and blows you a kiss, then rolls over to sleep for the night.

	Imagine falling asleep, cold and sore, and waking up in the middle of the night feeling like you're in a furnace. Both blankets are draped over you, and there's some extra weight on your chest, but from what? You lift the covers away and there's Muffet, all her arms wrapped around you. You can't quite decide if she felt bad for taking all the blankets from you, or if it wasn't enough and she just wanted to leech some body heat away. She stirs in her sleep but does not awaken, only buries her face further into you and holds on as tight as she possibly can. You can't help but smile, feeling her slim frame pressed against you.

	You close your eyes and drift to sleep to the pleasant rhythm of another heart beating against yours.