royal amnesia | dreamnotfound

14- morning after

i wake up feeling warm inside. i pull the blankets up to my chin and snuggle into my pillows.

so warm.

i drift back to sleep and wake up again when i've realized that karl hasn't come to wake me up for breakfast yet. i squint my eyes and see bright light coming through my curtains. but, i wasn't in my bedroom, i was in dreams room. in his bed.

i must've fallen asleep after what happened last night... i look down at myself and see i'm still in my clothes from yesterday.

i twist to face dream. he is sleeping soundly, mouth slightly parted. his arms squeeze me closer to him. i hadn't even realized he had been spooning me.

one of my hands rest under my cheek and the other on dream's bare chest.

when did he take his shirt off?!

my face goes red, but i can't stop myself from ogling at his bareness. my eyes trail from his collar bone, up his neck, to his jaw, and lips, and nose and back down. my finger is soon to follow; tracing the collar bone and gently rubbing across his lightly stubbled jaw, that had only recently become this way. i found it incredibly enticing. i softly trace a finger across his forehead, down his nose and to his soft pink lips. i stop there staring at those lips i had kissed so passionately last night and in my memories.

dream is so beautiful.

i want so badly to replace my finger with my lips, but am afraid of waking dream. instead i continue to run my fingers across his stubble.

the sun streams through the curtains silently. i can feel the heat radiating from dreams bare skin. my fingers start to tickle from his facial hair. i move to run a hand through his blonde locks. his hair is softer than i thought it would be. dream hums in his sleep, leaning into my touch.

i smile.

dream had opened up to me about his lack of sleep after i had gone missing, yet here he was, sleeping soundly through the late morning hours. that makes me wonder; was it really about my disappearance that caused him to get into the habit of not sleeping in, or was it because he doesn't like sleeping alone?

deep in thought, i don't realize dream has woken up, slowly and silently.

"morning." his low voice startles me and my hand stops in his fluffy, and very messy hair.

my face goes red as he pulls me in again, closing the distance and planting a wet kiss on my cheek, so close to my lips that i almost want him to kiss me again.

"dream."

he smiles. "george."

"i... didn't mean to stay here last night," i mutter.

dream chuckles lowly. "come here."

he pulls me close and tucks his chin on my head. my face goes red as i breathe in his warm scent. i sigh in content as he slowly draws his hand across my back. we stay like this for a while.

"dream?"

he hums.

i slowly push away from him and look up.

"last night...?" i trail off.

"yeah?"

"that really happened." i say timidly. "i wasn't dreaming?"

dream smiles and grabs my face pulling me in and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. i grab his neck and pull him closer before he can pull away. i add pressure to the kiss and when our lips slip together perfectly, it feels like my stomach is on fire.

dream pulls away, somehow, and i'm so content, so warm on the inside, that i can barely open my eyes.

"it was real george," dream breathes.

my heart pounds.

***

dream and i decide we don't want to do anything all day, and for the next week. and we pull it off surprisingly successfully.

although dream was still in charge of running the kingdom, whenever he wasn't doing that, we were together.

he would finish up a meeting and find me in my bedroom just to drag me into his, push me against the wall and kiss me like it's been forever.

"i missed you," he would whisper in my ear, making my knees weak.

"you saw me an hour ago."

"i know."

he would train the kids in combat and when he sent them all home, he would pull me by the wrist around the side of the castle and smother me in kisses.

we would finish dinner together and head back to his room just so he could throw me on his mattresses and roughly kiss me into the pillows.

we would steal sideways glances at dinner parties, and hold hands under the table, and sneak cheek kisses while passing each other in the hallways or the courtyard. sometimes dream would catch me during a cooking class i had recently started taking to keep myself busy, and interrupt to say he had to tell me something, only to slam me against the wall and make out. and then he would send me back in class, flustered and red faced trying to pretend like nothing happened.

weeks went by and every once in a while i would remember moments like these from my past, either in my dreams, or in the moment.

but one thing was a hundred percent certain: dream loves me... a lot.

the only thing that bogged my mind was trying to figure out if i felt the same.

i loved dream. at least, i know that i used to, and that's why he had woken me up with "true loves kiss". but now...? did i love him because of his warm kisses that enamor me and make me weak at the knees and wanting more? did i love him because of his warm smile and bright features, or his contagious laughter, or his gentle voice that soothes my mind? or did i love him because i know i used to love him?

every time he kissed me, i couldn't resist. but on the inside i felt the guilt building because i didn't know if i could return the feelings like he could. dream loved me so much i felt like i could burst, but my feelings... would they ever be that big? could i ever reciprocate such feelings?

the guilt was that i felt like i couldn't, and i know that he deserves that much and more.

i still sleep in my own room because it gives me time to process my feelings. it doesn't help that dream gives me a warm and gentle kiss goodnight before sending me to my cold bed.

and that's when the guilt comes in. because i'm leaving him alone at night, when i know he sleeps better with me.

it's selfish. i'm selfish.

*****

a/n:
uh oh. george has some negative feelings inside. conceal don't feel, right george?
thanks for reading and happy wednesday :)

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