nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

hips and lips (🔞)

CW: sexual content

SATURDAY:

8:56 pm...

I exit the bathroom, fog coming behind me. I had changed into Dream's sweatshirt and some shorts. I comb my wet hair, grumbling as the smell of vodka travels to my nose. I reach my room, watching as Dream cuddles up with Cinder on my bed. I roll my eyes, throwing my clothes inside the hamper. 

"You still reek of vodka." Dream kindly informs and I smack the back of his head. "Like I didn't notice." He sets Cinder down, who sprints out the door. Dream turns to face me and I gasp. His cheek is starting to bruise, a faint purple appearing. "You have a bruise," I say and Dream gingerly touches his cheek.

"Oh, right. It's not that bad though." He shrugs it off and I shake my head. "Wait here, I'll go get ice." I head downstairs, not allowing Dream to protest. I grab a bag and fill it up with ice, wrapping a paper towel around it. I head back upstairs, handing it to Dream. He shakes his head, pushing the bag away. "I'm fine." He insists and I roll my eyes. 

"Your cheek says otherwise." I squint and let out a curse. "And you're bleeding." A small nick on the bridge of his nose slowly oozes blood. I set the bag down and head back downstairs, grabbing the small kit that contains bandages and alcohol pads. 

I set the kit down, closing the door. Dream glances as I close the door before looking away. "Lay back, I need to clean your wound," I instruct, and Dream protests. "It's fine, I'm not going to die or something." I ignore him, opening the kit up. "Lay back, or I'm going to force you to," I repeat, and Dream immediately shuffles over to my headboard, lowering himself.

I sit next to him, gently patting his cheek to make sure that it's not too hot. His skin is burning, and I watch as color floods his cheeks. "Blushing already?" I say, ignoring the feeling in my stomach as I turn to grab the ice bag. "I'm not- it's probably the bruise or something." Dream mumbles and I laugh.

"Sure, sure," I instruct him to hold the bag to his cheek as I inspect the nick on his nose. I open up an alcohol pad. "Don't bite my hand," I warn as I go to wipe his wound. Dream doesn't even move a muscle as I wipe it across the bridge of his nose. I grab a bandage and ointment, feeling Dream's eyes track my every movement.

"I'm sorry for what happened today, at the party." He apologizes and I shrug it off, peeling off the paper on the bandage. "It doesn't really matter." Dream grabs my hand, forcing me to pause. "They shouldn't have embarrassed you in front of everyone. They made you look miserable." He snaps, low, and I raise an eyebrow, leaning closer. 

"Are you saying that I can't defend myself?" I question and Dream's eyes flare up in annoyance. I have to physically stop myself as a shudder threatens to run through. "I'm not saying that. You put them in their place." He shrugs and tilts his head slightly. "It was satisfying."

I smile and pull back, putting away the things. "Well, thanks, Mr. Cucumber." Dream chuckles at this. "Cucumber? C'mon, you can come up with better names." I set the kit down and stare at him. His eyes connect with mine and we both pause, unable to break off the non-existent rope that we both tied to each other. I watch as his eyes flick all over my face, landing on my lips longer than they should have.

I feel a surge of heat throughout my body and I tilt my head to the side. "I have better names. I've been brainstorming." Before I can back away, I crawl towards him, watching as his eyes widen slightly. I sit down on top of his thighs, ignoring the flutter in my stomach as he shifts upwards. "Really? Do tell." He quietly says, his voice thick with arousal.

I lean forward, our foreheads nearly touching. Dream's eyes widen even more and his lips part, shallow breaths coming from them. "We have matcha green tea, green eggs and ham, pissbaby of course, and..." I pause leaning towards his ear. I decide whether or not if I should say his name, wondering if I could ever recover if something happened because I said his name. Ah, fuck it.