𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff]

Chapter 2.1 - 'cause nothing ever lasts, right?

The last day in the garden on Eden, enjoying the company of one another. I wonder what apple will fall and ripple their newly found love.
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okay so everyone seems scared for angst- and at this point i feel like this book NEEDS some or else the end will feel uncomplete. but trust me- its not bad!!

this is a happy, smutty book. the angst wont be extremely long and nO one- i repeat-nO one will a)die or b)have a sad/unfulfilled ending

but for now, bc u guys are so pog, some well deserved smutttt and happy times
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"Bag?"

"Check."

"Snacks? We can stop to get more again-"

"Yep, we have some."

"And my kiss?"

"Ready to go!" George smiled widely at how happy these interactions make him, how happy he had felt this whole weekend. "You- you're going to have to.. ya no.. crouch again."

Dream laughed openly, puffing out his chest and bending his legs, as if he was speaking down to a small child. "Better?"

"Much better." George held the mans collar lightly, steadying himself as they lined up their lips. Every kiss had felt better than the last, George thought. It was incredible. The butterflies in his chest, the tight feeling in his throat, the little shaking that trembled down his finger tips; even the slowing of time that would make him feel lost in the moment, never wanting to pull away. It was a feeling he had never felt before, never dreamed of feeling. It was special, god it was something completely new. Dream was incredible.

But, with the usual heavy heart, Dream pried the younger off him, stretching his back out as he stood up. "Come on then, we better get moving. Its a 20 hour trip-"

"It is nOT 20 hours! Maybe 8 at the maximum-"

"It was 20 hours to get here George!" Dream joked in a his teaching tone, packing the last bag into the boot. "A whole DAY of driving!"

George rolled his eyes, seating himself in the passenger seat and waiting for Dream to get in the car too. "Its 3pm now, so we'll get home at like, 1am right? A whole day before Phil gets home."

The older nodded, turning the key in the ignition. "Right."

"All we need to do is start driving." They both started at the dashboard. "Dream... Drive."

The older paused, before repeating the action. He flick the key once again, it turning fully to the right. Making no sound what so ever. "Erm-so about that..."

"Dream-" George held his breath. "What is it? Dream?"

"It appears the engine wont start." Dream started knocking the check engine light, and tapping on the various dials and buttons surrounding him. "Strange..."

"Oh god, oh fuck. We cant get home, I'm stuck here- Dream- Dream oh my god-" George felt warm hands cradle his cheeks forcing him to look Dream in the face.

He breathed out. "George, look at me. Its fine, okay? There'll be a garage near by, shops are still open at this time. Its going to be fine. Okay?" He still looked hesitant. "Do you trust me?"

George smiled softly. "I trust you."

"Good."

It took a good while to find a nearby garage, but only a seconds to look at the car. "To be completely honest with you boys, the radiating system is fucked- I'm guessing its never been in such cold weather." The mechanic looked to Dream, who was clearly the one in charge here.