The Book of Mostly Fluff

(Slight D) TOTG Cream Hand Smooches

Trial of the guilty Cream/starcrossed - (Totg belongs to Mrs. Sunshine)
Cross - Jakei95
Dream - Hastune Miku
Warning: slight picking at hands, which I put since Cross has scars on his hands from doing it so A
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“Cross.”

“Hm?” The lad looked up from his nervous fidgeting, squeezing his clasped hands a bit before he felt two hands hold them and gently pull them apart. “Dream?”

“How many times have I told you to stop picking at your hands?” Dream asked, now just holding the giant's hands in his and squeezing them a bit.

Cross stared for a moment before glancing down “I'm sorry- I didn't notice-” and then he flustered when he felt lips press against his hands, glancing up to Dream who was looking at him worried.

“You don't seem to notice a lot” another smooch “it's quite concerning”

“I-”

“It's fine, it's just a habit I feel like you should break” he paused for a moment before squeezing Cross's hands “in time of course.. Habits take time..” he trailed off mumbling something to himself.

Cross squeezed back, Dream snapping out of his thoughts to look at Cross. “Thank you” he spoke, a small smile forming on his lips. Dream smiled a bit back.

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“God you weren't supposed to see it” Dream hissed out, pacing the office as he rubbed his face “I was hiding it so God damn well and then just suddenly! I misplace my gloves! THAT I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER TAKING OFF!”

To say Dream was frustrated noises galore as Cross stared at him concerned was probably an understatement. Cross didn't really *know* why it was such a big deal but he had a few ideas of why it *could* be. However he was a dumby datemate who decided to stop Dream from pacing, Dream glaring at him a moment before his gaze softened a bit.

Cross gently moved to take Dream's hands before smooching them, Dream sputtering as his face went red.

“Cross-”

“I think they're lovely.” Cross mumbled, albeit quietly.

“Cross..” His voice softened a bit as he squeezed the others hands “that's not why I'm m-” he was cut off by a flustered noise as Cross smooched his hands again.

“Whatever the reason is, I think they're lovely.” He thus smooched again, the other flustering more.

“Just… help me find my gloves god damn it-” Dream eventually mumbled.

Cross smiled a bit and giving the hands another smooch before squeezing them gently “of course”