Dreamnotfound Fluff

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A/N: Sorry for not updating, I just completely forgot, but anyways, here's a new chapter :)

George blinked his eyes open to the sunshine streaming in through the window. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and went to sit up and get out of bed. However, upon attempting to move, he found his waist restrained by Dream, who was still fast asleep, the sunshine reflecting off of his dirty blonde hair.

George rolled his eyes, placing a hand on Dream's arms and attempting to gently pry them off of him, but as much as he tried, Dream's grip proved firm and didn't let him budge at all. George considered shaking Dream awake, but he looked so peaceful in sleep that George decided against it.

He lied back down, facing Dream, who didn't seem to have stirred at all by George's efforts.

Figures. He stayed up pretty late last night.

George tried to shut his eyes and sleep for a little longer, but now that he was already awake, sleep evaded him with frustrating accuracy, and after a few minutes of tossing and turning with his eyes determinedly shut, he gave up, opening his eyes and staring up at the ceiling in pure boredom.

After a while, George turned on his side again to face Dream, who was still somehow asleep. He studied Dream's features; the soft curve of his nose, the sharper arch of his eyebrows, the freckles that dotted his cheekbones, the innocent delicacy of his lips. His eyelids were shut, so George couldn't watch the ever-changing depth of Dream's sea-green eyes, but he could still admire the soft waves of his dirty-blonde hair, the slightest of smile lines around his mouth that one could only see up close, the lightest of shades of pink that dusted his cheeks.

Dream's eyes blinked open. "You're not perving on me while I'm asleep, are you?"

George buried his face into his pillow, blushing furiously. "I was not!"

Dream smirked. "Sure you weren't." He said, shifting his position so his head was propped upon his hand.

"The ceiling was too boring to look at, and you wouldn't let go of me." George protested, looking back up at Dream from the corner of his eyes. Dream loosened his grip.

"There. Now you can leave."

George didn't move, and Dream grinned. "I knew you wouldn't move." He clucked his tongue in mock disapproval. "Excuses, excuses."

In one sweeping movement, George broke away from Dream's arms and moved so he was hovering about the blonde-haired boy, his arms holding himself up on either side of Dream's head. Dream was shocked into silence, and the previously faint dusting of pink became more prominent on his cheeks.

"G-george?" Dream stammered. George put on his best smirk and leaned closer to Dream.

Dream gulped visibly. "What are you doing?"

George didn't respond, merely leaning closer until their noses barely brushed. He moved his head to the side, his warm breath fanning over Dream's earlobe. After what felt like an eternity, Dream holding his breath and George perched precariously over Dream, George finally spoke.

"We should really have cereal for breakfast, shouldn't we?"

Dream seemed to let out a breath, but the blush on his cheeks didn't recede. He swatted George off from on top of him.

"You're such an idiot." Dream rolled his eyes, trying his best to pretend that it hadn't affected him at all.

"I'm your idiot." George winked.

"Not wrong there." Dream chuckled. He wrapped his arms around George's neck and brought him in for a quick kiss. George gently cupped Dream's cheeks with his hands, holding him with such reverence that Dream felt his heart swell and when he broke away for breath, they both wore a large grin on their faces.