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Dream

I try to keep the drive to George's house smooth. I'm not a bad driver but I can tell that he's worried because I'm under the influence. It takes a lot to make me drunk but that doesn't mean I can't feel slight effects. 

"Turn left here and then left again" George says. "Then you'll be at my house"

I make a mhm noise and break left. I see George tense to try and not slip sideways onto me which I find amusing. The wind blows around in the car, making my hair move around. George's hair is blowing around too and as we pull to a stop he smooths it out. I get out first and follow him to the door. It's open it, to my surprise it's unlocked. I guess his keys are in his bag at my house. I still can't believe that I invited him over. I'm not meant to like him but I can tell he likes me and he's just not willing to admit it to himself. 

That sort of stuff makes me laugh.

He's also ridiculously good looking. He has such a cute smile that creates dimples in his cheeks. His eyes are dark brown and soft, even if he's mad they don't flash or become aggressive. When he's mad he goes all tense and he narrows his eyes. George walks down the short hall and through the kitchen. I follow as he walks past the bathroom and into a dark room that is lit with lights almost identical to ones I have outside. I smile a small grin and come to a stop. George turns to face me, walks past and closes the door. He looks at me with a look that I have never seen on his face before. Hunger? 

No Dream. Stop. He's just drunk.

"George?" I ask.

George makes eye contact with me. "I don't know why I'm in here" he says, I can hear him slur a little. I know he's trying hard not to look as wasted he feels. "The drinks aren't even in this room"

"What do we do then?" I ask. "Where are they, I can go get them if yo-"

George drives me back into the wall, slamming his arm beside me. This is the only part of the wall that doesn't have a shelf on it. The string lighting turns off and suddenly I can't see anything which completely fucks with my brain. I feel him breathing on my neck, his breath tainted with alcohol. He's not thinking straight and I know that. Normal George wouldn't think of doing this. 

"George" I say, my breathing is fast and I can feel my heartbeat picking up. "George you're drunk. I know you don't want this"

I feel him look up, I can feel his eyes on me. "What if I do?" his voice is slow.

That throws me off guard. "George" I say again, quietly. Usually I'm good at holding my composure but in this current situation I'm losing it. He leans up towards me and traces a finger on my neck, teasing me. I try my best not to make a sound but I'm getting shivers of pleasure up my spine. I open my mouth to say his name again but he presses against me, too fast for me to speak. He tastes like whiskey but it doesn't throw me off, it fuels me instead. I put my arm on his shoulder and flip him around so now he's the one against the wall. He makes a surprised noise but continues to kiss me, his tongue slipping into my mouth. For a few seconds I stay there, kissing him back. His hands move to the edge of my blazer, pulling it loose and making it drop to the floor with a soft thump. My hands play with his hair and I bite his bottom lip. I didn't think he could but he kisses me harder until I can feel my air running out. Breathing through your nose is not an easy feat, especially when you're slightly drunk. I pull away and George remains, panting heavily. I move my hand from his shoulder and my other from his hair back to my side. I take a few deep breaths.

That seriously didn't just happen.

"Dream?" George asks quietly but his voice has gone back into its normal light tone with the exception of a few hiccups. "I know where the drinks are"