Demons V2

Chapter 58: French Toast

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George POV.

An arm was wrapped snugly around my chest, holding me close to the warm body that lay behind me. I felt really refreshed, after eating the honey chicken noodles and some spring rolls that Dream got for me, and having a good healthy cry, followed by cuddling up and watching a movie.

At some point I must have fallen asleep. Which is what brings me to now, awake with a demon hugging me from behind and purring softly. I glanced over my shoulder to see him lying snugly with his chest pressed against my back and our legs entangled. His warm breath on my neck tickled and I hummed lovingly as my face buried itself in my pillow.

He must have been awake and noticed me, since his hand moved to brush through my hair after I had buried my face in my pillow. “Good morning,” he greeted, continuing to purr lovingly at me. “How are you feeling after last night?”

After asking me the question he allowed me to wiggle around so that I was facing him. A small smile was on his face and his eyes glowed a bright yellow. “I’m fine.” I answered. “And I really liked the Chinese food you got me.” To be honest, I was surprised that demons ate Chinese food, since they were demons. Then again I could say that for a lot of things.

“That’s good.” He mirrored my grin before sitting up. “I was wanting Bad and Skeppy to come and check on you today.” Dream explained. “You might have been exposed to something when you were with your dad. I was gonna call them yesterday to check on him but never got time.”

At the mention of my father I tensed up slightly. I still wasn’t entirely sure what had happened to him. So I decided that this was a good time to ask. “What happened to my father? You didn’t tell me last night when I asked.”
“You don’t have to worry.” He reassured me. “I dealt with him.”

“That doesn’t tell me anything!” I exclaimed with annoyance. I just wanted to know what Dream did to my father. Did he kill him? Did he tell him to just leave and never come back? Did he leave him to bleed to death in the forest? Or did he just tell me that he saw my father and deal with him in an attempt to calm me down.

A sympathetic expression appeared on Dream’s face, but he still didn’t say anything. “I… well… nevermind then.” I eventually huffed. “I just thought… well I hoped. Nevermind. I’m not exactly sure what I hoped.” I mean who hopes that their father dies? Did I even want him to die or did I want him to be able to survive. I wasn’t sure.

“How about breakfast?” Dream offered, trying to change the situation again. “I could make you some pancakes and you could have a shower. Or perhaps some french toast? What were you feeling like?” I huffed at how blatantly obvious it was that he was trying to avoid this conversation with me.

But I didn’t bother to drag it on any longer than needed. I just nodded and muttered something about how I would like some french toast. The demon nodded and helped me out of the bed before leaving me with a kiss on the forehead. I watched as he left the room before slinking over to his closet.

There was a big hoodie which I grabbed to pull on after having a shower. I was feeling completely tired and so I was planning on half-assing a shower. Just wetting my hair and putting some shampoo in to make it seem as though I had a shower before getting out. Once I dried almost completely off and put the hoodie on I slunk back into the bed.

My damp hair made the pillow wet but I didn’t really care since it was Dream’s bed and not mine, in fact I even felt the quiver of a malicious smirk growing on my face. Dream walked into the room carrying a tray of food and saw me before sighing. “You’re going to get my bed soaked.” He told me as he walked over.

On the tray was a plate of french toast with some berries and bananas and bacon. It smelt delicious and after he sat down and handed me the tray his hand busied itself in my hair. “Your hair is so pretty and soft now,” he commented as I ate my first corner of the toast, which tasted absolutely amazing.

Quickly I found myself beginning to devour the food he made, only pausing to catch my breath and drink half a glass of iced water. “Do you like it?” Dream asked cautiously when I was halfway through, and I eagerly nodded. “Good. I found a new recipe which I was trying out.” He explained proudly. “I wasn’t sure how good it would taste.”

“You haven’t tasted your own food yet?” I asked, furrowing my face up at the taller. When he nodded I instinctively offered out my fork full of food to him. He deserved to try his own food, especially when it tastes so fucking good. A loving look appeared on his face as he leaned forward and took a bite, tasting the french toast.

The blond hummed. “It does taste great. I’ll admit I’m pretty talented.” Then he gave a dopey, demon-like grin which I laughed at. Then my laugh made him laugh and it sounded amazing as it usually did. So I grinned at him laughing and maybe laughed myself which in turn made him grin at me.

To sum it up, it was total chaos and it took about five minutes before we calmed down enough for me to continue eating and him to continue hugging me. This didn’t stop us from occasionally having fits of giggles in the silence.

When I finished eating I was blushing slightly, which I hoped that Dream wouldn’t be able to notice. My body had also tensed up a lot and I kept my gaze at the tray despite it now being empty. Dream caught my gaze, and he noticed that the tray was empty. “Do you want me to deal with that?”

I was still blushing but I nodded and so he took the tray with me. “Are you okay?” He went on to ask, giving me a concerned look as he did. The purrs that had been filling the room died down as he grew concerned. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” I responded, and it came out sounding like a squeak. “I’m fine.”

“Alright.” He reluctantly said, standing up and grabbing my tray to take downstairs. The moment he had left the room I practically deflated as my face turned red with blush. A high-pitched whine fell from my lips before I started cursing myself out, thinking to myself about how I was an idiot.

A finger hooked itself under my chin and forced me to look up. I blushed more as I found myself looking into vibrant glowing eyes. My face was as red as a tomato as I looked into the demon’s eyes. “What’s all that blush for?” He asked, a smile on his face which caught my complete attention and left me unable to answer.

My lips parted slightly as I searched for the words to answer him, or just a search for any word, but I couldn’t find them. Suddenly I felt a pair of soft lips against mine. The faint sharp teeth brushed against my lips and I was in fear of doing something that would cause this encounter to end.

But it did have to and Dream pulled away with a purr. My lips were still parted and he grinned. “You are staring darling.” He noted. “Are you alright?” I blushed more and then I nodded, causing him to pull me into another kiss.
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George being kidnapped by his Dad and having a panic attack in the woods.
Five minutes later he and Dream: 💏

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