dream and george and their last night in paris before their first trip to london
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the AC is on high in their hotel room, whirring softly from its place on the far wall. the stream of cool air is a relief; dream never expected paris to be this hot.
it's late, probably nearing midnight, and tomorrow morning they're getting on a train to london.
something warm bubbles up in dream's chest when he thinks about it. that this time tomorrow he'll be in the place george grew up in.
in his mind, london is to george what orlando is to dream.
it's home. it's the beginning of everything.it's where they first met.
dream turns his head on his pillow to look over at george, squinting sleepily in the light from the bedside lamp.
george notices his gaze right away and gives him a soft smile.
"i'll turn it off in a second, love," he promises, and dream nods, closing his eyes again.
a hand settles in his mess of hair, and the touch has him sinking even deeper into the plush hotel mattress. it could be five minutes or twenty before he hears the click of the light switch and the room goes dark.
there's a rustle of the sheets as george lies down, pressing up right up against him, and dream circles his arms around his waist to pull him even closer.
closer all the way until he has george halfway on top of him, his cheek pressed to dream's bare shoulder and his leg thrown over dream's thighs.
george hums contentedly and slides his hand over dream's stomach, resting it on the curve of his waist.
"okay?" he asks softly, and dream nods.
"'s good, baby."
he slips his fingers past the hem of george's shirt, reaching the soft expanse of his back.
every dip and ridge feels familiar under his touch, mapped out in his memory from all the nights they've shared a hotel bed in the last couple of months.
george relaxes onto him like a weighted blanket at the first press of dream's palm, and that feels familiar too.
it's george who breaks the easy silence after a few minutes. dream almost thought he had fallen asleep.
"my mum called earlier," he mumbles.
dream quirks an eyebrow, though he keeps his eyes closed. "oh yeah?"
george hums, "she wanted to know what you like to eat."
something light flutters in dream's chest, a smile making its way to his lips.
george makes an amused noise, "i knew you would smile at that." he brushes his thumb over dream's side just firmly enough so it doesn't tickle.
"well, obviously. that's so sweet of her."
george lets out another breathy laugh. "okay, well. i didn't really know what to say so i just told her that you like most of the things i like."
dream smiles, "that sounds right to me. perfect, even. you're perfect, george."
"you're an idiot," george says, shaking his head, but dream can feel the corner of his smile pressed to his skin.
"she did also ask about something else," george continues, his thumb brushing over dream's side again.
"yeah?"
"about like, where we'll be sleeping when we stay over there."
"oh," dream pauses, turning toward him slightly. "and... what did you tell her?"
he knows what george is really saying – what his mom was really asking. telling her that they'll be sharing a bed means more than just that.
it's about dream. about them, together.
"i told her we'll both be staying in my room," george says simply. i told her about us.
dream grins, feeling that same light flutter in his chest come back tenfold. "alright, perfect."
"yeah?" george asks quietly, almost tentative.
dream squeezes him tighter, "it's perfect, george. you're– god, i love you, you know that? and i can't wait to finally meet your parents."
"mum's gonna call you my boyfriend," george warns him, but he's giggling as dream kisses his temple.
"great," dream smiles, "why wouldn't she?"
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