Yours and Mine

Lovely

The drawl of waking up was accompanied by the pleasant buzz along his pale skin and the sting of nightly actions. His eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to bury the pain in the heavy blanket and plush pillow. For a moment, the softness distracted him enough to remember the pleasant moments of last night.

A smile crossed pale lips, as dark ocher eyes finally cracked open. Their dark color was hazed with passionate memories as the ghost of warm hands and addicting lips raced across his mind. They provided a nice background as he finally glanced around the blonde's room.

It was small and simple, with little to no decorations; however, the haphazard upkeep kept the space fairly busy. Dirty and clean clothes were strewn about the floor while random nik-naks and candy littered the dresser space. Even the closet was unable to shut with the number of clothes, shoes, and storage flowing out.

Part of him wanted to roll his eyes at the state of the room, he also found it fitting. The only thing that made him frown was the smell of pine. It clung to everything like a second skin, more so than what a normal room should smell like. He would blame it on the mess, but that wouldn't make the room fragrant like a Christmas tree farm.

His furrow deepened when he sniffed the air. A lingering smell of cinnamon wove into the pine, but George expected that. What didn't make sense was the third smell he encountered last night. He had been too lust-fogged and drink-hazed to truly register it, but now he had a moment of clarity to think over the sweet smell.

Mocha eyes blinked.

George rose the blankets to his nose and sniffed the sheets. Pine, mahogany, cinnamon, and... honey? He rolled over so he could face Dream. The alpha was still asleep on his side with his back facing George. He didn't stir when the brit inched closer and sniffed the blonde. Honey. He could definitely smell honey and it was coming from Dream. But Dream was supposed to smell like pine: that pungent, obnoxious scent that was heavy enough to rival the charcoal of Schlatt.

Yet, his nose was not mistaken. George sat up, careful not to wake Dream, and noticed the blonde curled around a plushie. The Minecraft wolf was happily curled to Dream's chest as he slept, but when George sniffed the air, he noticed a heavy pine radiating off the stuffed animal.

Eret had once told George of special toys that were infused with an alpha smell; and while they were mainly used to help calm scared pups, they were also used to help omegas. It was a way to calm them during heats and even help mask their smell.

Mocha eyes widened as George stared down at Dream. No, he couldn't-

Bzzt!

Bzzt!

Bzzt!

Bzzt!

George cursed as he reached over the side of the bed to the floor where his pants were sat in a heap. He fished around for his phone, but was too late to answer the phone call; however, when he swiped the screen open, he noticed new text messages.

Eret:

Everything all good?

I'm assuming since you didn't answer it is.

Enjoy your night with Dream!

I'm taking the kids back to the cabin.

I know you can handle yourself.

Still alive?

Please send me a text when you wake up.

I want to make sure they didn't abduct you.