the next morning :)
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When Dream wakes up the next morning, the first thing he notices is the missing feeling of a warm body pressed against him. A feeling that was definitely there when he fell asleep.
He opens his eyes and is met with the sight of George all the way at the other side of the bed, bundled up in his own comforter now instead of Dream's.
That simply won't do.
As half-asleep as he is, the only thought Dream can process is that he longs to have George back in his arms. That warmth back in his chest.
So he does the only logical thing – he moves gently under George's blanket until their bodies are flush, and wraps his arms around George's waist from behind.
George adjusts to him in his sleep, making room for Dream on his pillow and relaxing in his tender grip.
And once again, they fall back to rest together.
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The next time Dream rouses, it's from George shifting around in his arms.
"Oh, 'm sorry," Dream mumbles, retracting his arms and pulling away slightly with his eyes still closed.
He's not really sure why he does it. For some reason, in his sleep-addled brain, Dream thought George was trying to tell him he was too close, that he wanted some space.
With that in mind, he is understandably caught completely off guard when a weight settles back on top of him barely a moment afterward.
George rolls over and wraps himself with Dream like a koala, snuggling into his neck with a content sigh and leaving Dream slightly frozen in place. Huh? Didn't George want him to back off?
It seems Dream may have been a little quick to jump to conclusions.
Dream lets himself relax and settles his arms back around George's middle, holding him close. It's a relief to be back like this.
"Why'd you move away?" George asks quietly, still waking up.
Dream's breath hitches at the softness of his voice. "Sorry, I– I thought you wanted me to."
George, being the idiot that he is, lets out a laugh. And Dream, only a little embarrassed, smiles.
"Why're you laughing, idiot?" He asks fondly.
"Dunno, just funny," George answers through his giggles, warming Dream all the way out to his fingertips.
He rubs his thumb over George's lower back. "How'd you sleep?"
George hums against his shoulder. "Really good, actually. You're like a human radiator."
Dream laughs into George's unruly hair. He'll take that as a compliment.
A soft hand slips under Dream's shirt, making Dream tense slightly as he expects George to tickle him.
But George doesn't – he just lays his hand over the curve of Dream's side; a soothing counterweight to any worries he might have previously had.
"Did you sleep well?" George asks, his voice all soft and genuine again.
Dream nods, soft, brown hair and sleep-warm skin crowding his senses. He wants nothing more.
"Very," he replies honestly.
Maybe we should sleep like this every night, is on the tip of his tongue, but the way George is hugging him so tightly makes Dream think they might already be on the same page.
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