Perfect • Dream

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The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. You looked up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity above the balcony. The occasional bleat of faraway mountain goats occasionally breaks the silence of the night. On a beautiful night like this, it "calls for more bubbly champagne."

"I'll have someone bring that," Dream hummed as he opened his communication device. The warmth from his body closely comforted yours from the cold wind. You had been apprehensive about joining the male outside to sit around the campfire but it ended up being more comforting than staying inside.

You turned to look up at him, nuzzling closer to his side and deeper into the plush couch cushioning. Once finished relaying the message he turned down to look at your curled position, pleased to find that you had already been staring.

"May I?" Your hand reached up and stopped as the tip of your fingers grazed the bottom of his mask.

He draws a shaky breath before giving a hesitant nod. You reached further to unclasp the item before setting it down beside you. He stayed silent at first, the familiarity of that vulnerability settling inside him. But you couldn't hold back your grin as your eyes laid on the entirety of his face. It never ceased to amaze you how attractive he was.

But Dream just couldn't understand your admiration, your absolute admiration for what he thought was hideous. "How? How do you look at me with those eyes?" His voice wavered, "How do you stand looking at it?" He laughed, utterly perplexed it was almost amusing, "I can't even bring myself to look at it in the mirror some days."

You sighed, it hurt you more than anything to hear how much he hated how he looked. You wanted him to know, "I love your scar, I really do." His grimace showed how unconvinced he was. "There must be something I can do to help you see it the way I do...What if I tried conditioning you?"

His eyebrow shifted, he was skeptical but willing to listen to what you had in mind. "How would that work?"

"Every time you remove your mask, I do this." You leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his scar, directly on the center of his nose.

A soft laugh escaped his lips out of pure fluster. A feeling he tried to cover up, "I'm not a baby. I don't need kisses." But he wouldn't complain if you kept doing it.

"You didn't have to put it that way!" You laughed, playfully smacking his arm. "But we can try replacing the bad memories from the scar with good ones."

Dream's loving grin released the feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He placed his arms on your hips and pulled you on top of him. Shifting so that his back lay on the couch with you sitting on top. "So why did you stop? I think I can get behind on that."

"Leave it to me." You bent down to decorate the scarred skin with several soft kisses, "I promise to remind you how beautiful you are every time."

His face scrunched instinctively at the ticklish sensation that fluttered from your lips. His shut eyes prevented him from seeing where you would place your next kiss. He let out a hum of delight at the feeling of your lips on his. "Where have you been all my life, Rose~"