original: maybe i wasn't joking | dreamnotfound smut

ch. 19

Christmas was in just a couple of days, and George was nervous. It wasn't like he left Dream's present to the last minute or anything. No, it was the present itself that was making him anxious.

George's face turned red at the thought of the gift, quickly covering his mouth with his hand. He still had time, maybe he should just pick out something else or..

George was interrupted from his thoughts when Dream walked into the room. George straightened himself out, trying to act casual.

"Christmas Eve is tomorrow, George. Anything we should do? Do you have any Christmas traditions?"

George shrugged. "Uhh, not really? It's always just been a fairly average Christmas celebration for me."

Dream sighed dramatically, sitting down next to George. "That's so boring. Then, how about we make our own tradition?"

George squinted his eyes in suspicion. "Somehow I'm wary of this... Will this be a, umm, dirty tradition?" George asked cautiously.

Dream grinned, "I didn't know you wanted that, George. I was just thinking of a seasonally appropriate event. But, it seems your mind has been compromised with utter filth."

"Hey!" George exclaimed, smacking Dream, "I was saying that because you're the one usually with that kind of plan! If I have been corrupted, it's definitely your fault."

Dream chuckled, brushing his thumb over George's pouted lips.

"You do this on purpose," George muttered petulantly. Dream placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "You're just so fun to tease," Dream replied.

"Teasing with me was your downfall. Literally. All your flirting made you fall for me."

Dream placed more kisses to George, holding his face in a soft grip. "I'm not going to deny that."

-

After a make-out scene that was cut for time, Dream dragged George out to, surprise surprise, go shopping.

"Dream, this is an intervention. I think you have a shopping addiction. This is the third time this week! And you've gotten packages every other day for this entire month."

Dream brushed off George's concern. "It's called retail therapy, George. Besides, it's the Christmas season, remember? They're gifts."

George side-eyed him as they walked into a very ostensibly Christmas decorated store. "Are you getting a present for everyone you've ever talked to in your life?"

Dream chuckled lightly. "No. Just for my friends and family. Besides, most of them are... for you," he admitted softly.

George gasped in horror. "Dream! You said we're only getting one thing for each other! I'm going to kill you!"

"It's fine George," Dream soothed, "Technically, it's still one thing. You'll see."

George grumbled as they bought all the items Dream wanted. It annoyed him that Dream would literally get him everything, while George had barely gifted Dream anything.

It wasn't a competition, but George was definitely losing.

-

"Alright, we'll do some of these today and the rest tomorrow."

George looked at the various piles laid out on the table. "Wasn't this supposed to be one tradition? Not all of them?"

Dream pulled George into a hug from behind, leaning down to talk softly next to his ear. "I wanted to find the ones we liked best. You of all people should know that you have to try something to decide if it's good."