oneshots // dnf

~Your hands, they're.. cold~

It was a frosty, winters morning. Icy flakes of snow danced passionately down from the fluffed clouds, landing on the iced, cobbled concrete.

As George slept, his chest rose up and down calmly. His wooden door creaked open, tiny footsteps entered the small room.
George stirred, he heard a soft 'mrreow' come from below him.

George slightly opened his eyes, the orange morning light hurt his eyes. He turned over, seeing Patches next to him. She tilted her head and locked eyes with George.

Mrreow.

The brown cat jumped up on his bed, laying down on George's chest; nuzzling his neck happily. George giggled, placing his hand on the cats back and stroked her softly.

After the two slept like that for a couple of minutes, George sat up; he picked up Patches and placed him on the carpeted floor.

Dream has only just woken up, on his way to make some breakfast for him and George.
Sapnap was away at Punz's house, probably streaming or recording.

Humming gracefully, Dream swayed as he turned on the stove, dancing to the song that played repeatedly in his head.
He turned around, and too his surprise, he saw George walking out his bedroom, Patches following along.

Dream was impressed, George usually sleeps in too about 2pm. Maybe even 1pm on special occasions.

'Morning, I've never seen you up this early.'
Dream commented.

'Morning,'
George melted into a big yawn and stretch, he talked in a low, tired voice.
'Its the snow, its been bugging me all night.'

'Snow?' Dream said. 'It snowed?'

The britsh brunette slightly nodded, too tired to talk.

Dream looked outside, white, flaky snow fell from the clouds, it reminded him of when he was younger, playing in the snow and  throwing snowballs at his sister.

He smiled softly, looking back down at the stove and twisting it off.

The two sat down at the wooden dining table. The dirty blonde looking up, observing the brunette. Everything about him was perfect; his luscious hair, his coffee-like eyes. He was a walking dream.
George looked up, meeting eyes with Dream as he looked down back at his food instantly, flushed and awkwardly.

George giggled, his delicate, smooth cheeks turned a soft shade of rosy pink. Dream couldn't tell if it was because he had caught Dream observing him, or that how cold it was in the room.

They finished their food. George had to admit, Dream's cooking was impressive. It was delicious.

The brunette stood up, took his plate, and stacked it in the sink ontop of the other dirty utensils. He walked his way over to his room, quickly stopped by Dream:

"George-" Dream choked nervously, for some reason, he felt awkward. "Would you like to, possibly go on a walk outside?.."

Dream's cheeks turned pink, as George's face smiled softly at the taller.

"Oh, yes!" He said "I would love too, I have nothing better to do today anyway."

George giggled, which Dream thought was adorable.

"Come on then!" Dream motioned him too the front door.

George put on a dark green leather coat with white fluff on the inside, underneath, was a black fleece.
Followed by that, he put on his grey hat, that had a brown pom-pom sitting on top comfortably.

On the other hand, Dream wore a green and black cat beanie, following by a off-black leather coat and brown leather boots. It was quite the fit.

Dream opened the wooden door, holding it open for the brunette. He nodded an awkward thanks and waited for Dream outside.

"Its quite nice." Dream scanned the horizon, pulling out his green phone to snap a picture for snapchat.
Within seconds, a white, cold ball of snow came darting directly at Dream's head, smothering him in the white flaky snow.

Dream giggled, putting his phone into his dusty pocket and forming a snowball to throw at George.
Surprisingly, George ducked just in time to dodge it
"Idiot." Dream scoffed.

George picked up another handful of snow, just to miss and hit a tree behind Dream.

This seemed to go on for ages, the constant cycle of the two throwing snow at eachother made Dream's heart flutter in all directions.

The fighting slowly came to a halt, as their breathe turned uneasy and uneven. Dream's hands were shivering and he didn't notice it until this very moment when the fighting eased down.
Dream and George started walking up to eachother, they were pretty far from home.
The two started to slowly trod home together; hearts racing and thoughts overflowing.

Dream looked at George, his cheeks and nose were red due to the harsh conditions. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his mouth let out white breeze every time he exhaled.

Dream looked down at Georges hands, they were shaking and cold. Dream looked forward and gulped.
He stretched his pinky out just enough to wrap it around Georges. He felt his face begin to heat up. Dream slid his hand further down, and coiled his fingers around Georges palm. George looked to the ground, too flushed and stunned to speak.

Their hands were now interlocked,  their fingers seemed to be tangled in eachothers.
Dream turned to George and George turned to Dream. Dream grabbed Georges other hand and bent down.
Dream inched his face closer to George's, to the point where they felt the company of eachothers warm, sweet breath caressing their mouths.

The brunette leant in, tilting his head to the right slightly.
Their lips touched. George's lips tasted like sweet cherry blossom in the hot spring, and Dream's like a warm, sweet pumpkin pie in mid autumn.
Love surrounded them, all the birds' chirping was muffled by the pounding in their racing hearts.

After what seemed like ages, their lips lost contact. Their noses touched one another.

"You idiot." George breathed, flustered yet amazed. His breath was shaky but warm.

"My idiot" Dream corrected him. George rolled his brown eyes, annoyed, but in the most positive way.

They walked home together, hands still tangled with eachothers. George and Dream looked at eachover, observing the others beauty as they both laughed merrily. This was the best Christmas gift ever.