A Demonic Dance

Chapter Five: About that kiss...

"Hey Dream." George spoke up after a minute or so, his voice sounding weirdly loud after the silence that had been held. "Would you be able to do it again?"

"Do what." Dream sighed, tearing his gaze off the floor and up to the Brunette who was peering over the back of the sofa to talk to him.

"You know, take away my nightmares?"

"Yeah, I could easily do it again." Dream wasn't lying, the process had been more difficult last night because of the fact that he has been a dimwit and waited so longtime act, otherwise he could have easily stopped it as it started to grow without having to enter the Nightmare. He wouldn't even have to do the ki—.

Kiss

He'd kissed George.

He'd KISSED George.

The realisation hit Dream like a truck going at 100mph, remembering it making his face flush up suddenly.

"Could you— Wait Dream you okay? You look quite red suddenly." The human asked concerned.

"Nope, I'm fine, absolutely fine, nothing to worry about." Dream said quickly, turning his back on the male.

Dream calm down, yes you kissed him but that's because it was the only way you could do it, it didn't mean anything, he was bloody unconscious for gods sake!

Despite these rational thoughts flying through his head the blush still crept up his cheeks as the irrational part of his brain took him back to the kiss.

It had been gentle and in the moment, jeez he'd only even just remembered it had happened a few moments ago. Yet still as he glanced back to George, trying to play it off as being warm despite the chill of the room, he felt his heart beat that bit faster.

Fuuuuck.

This was going wonderfully.

"Sure your okay Dream?"

"Yup." He turned back to George, using his hand to try awkwardly hide his rosy cheeks while pretending to have just a really itch nose.

They conjoined in light chatter after that, both trying to put the argument behind them. This continued for a matter of minutes before George seemed to have an epiphany.

"Wait hold up, what happened too 'you won't catch us going round making you dream of fairytales and rainbows' because as far as I'm concerned last night you seemed to be doing nice dream stuff."

"Well technically your dream wasn't fairytales and rainbows was it." Dream chuckled before his smile dropping, thinking to the prior conversation.

"You weren't..." He pauses slightly. "You weren't scared when... you know, you saw..."

In the silence that occurred Dream expected the worst, so when George placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him into a suffocating hug he was shocked, standing for a few seconds before hesitantly wrapping his arms around the human. Due to the hight distance Georges head only reached his shoulders, the demons blush (which hadn't even left yet) coming back eith all its grandeur, making Dream as read as a tomato.

"No. I wasn't scared." He pressed his face closer into Dreams collar, each shallow breath that tingled against his skin a genital reminder of the mortal encased in his arms.

Dream didn't know how long they ended up staying like that, standing together in a hug, Georges body pressed firmly against his like his life depended on it. But what he did know was that in the time it took for George to pull away, Dream realised he never wanted to let go.

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