into fire (dreamnotfound) (complete)

seven.

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Fuck. I think to myself. I like him.

My heart starts to race with my own confession to myself.

Will he ever feel the same? Does he even like guys? What if he's homophobic? I dismiss that last thought; he's way too nice to be that uneducated.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Dream moving, looking over at me with expectant eyes. I do the same, meeting his eyes, and giving him a questioning expression. Just as he starts to do slight puppy dog eyes, he holds out his hands slightly, and I roll my eyes.

I scoot towards him, and he immediately grabs my torso, pulling me against him with ease. I almost yelp, but I stop myself. He buries his face in my neck like he did this morning, and I try my best to not think about it.

I wrap my arms around him, and he sighs in content. Within minutes, Dream's breathing evens, and I can tell that he's fallen asleep. It only takes a few more minutes until my eyelids shut, my ears listening to the soft breaths from the man next to me.

Dream wakes before me, and by the time I'm up, I can feel the weather starting to chill again slightly. We eat a small meal and start our day of walking. It's a comfortable silence for most of the way, the backs of our knuckles occasionally touching from how closely we're walking together.

As we stop for a break a few hours later, Dream surprises me. I turn, opening my mouth to make some stupid remark to him, and I'm met face to face with his blade. My heart drops for a split second, and my hand subconsciously drops to my left thigh, resting on the hilt of my knife.

We stay in that position for a split second, and Dream reaches back with his opposite hand, unlatching his mask. It falls to the ground next to him, and on his face is a very confident smirk.

Taking a step back quickly, I unsheath my knife and point it at him threateningly. I grin when I see his smirk falter slightly, but he recovers quickly, taking a step towards me.

I realize very quickly just how outmatched I am, purely because of the size of our weapons. My knife that's only around 7 inches, versus his sword which is around two feet long. Dream seems to realize this too, because he backs down slightly.

Just as I start to believe he's going to lower his sword fully, he swipes at me, and I deflect it off of instinct with my knife. Our blades clang together in the silence, a sharp echo ringing out.

"Not too bad, Georgie." He teases, swinging his sword in a flashy manner. I roll my eyes and readjust my grip on the handle, my hands already sweaty.

"Not like you have the extreme advantage, Dream." I mention, and he rolls his eyes, huffing dramatically. As he tries to make another swing, I side step, avoiding the blade narrowly. When Dream tries to move in closer to make another strike, I step forward, jabbing him in the ribs with the butt of my knife.

He yelps slightly, jumping away from me. A certain look flashes in his eyes, and I can't tell exactly what it is. He steps backwards, and I turn more so to face him, holding my knife up menacingly.

"You fight better than I remember." Dream says, his voice breaking some of the tension between him.

"I'm not scared that you're going to slit my throat this time." I respond matter-of-factly. He chuckles, shaking his head slightly, yet not disagreeing with me. We throw a few more slashes towards each other, none of which actually hitting, obviously.

After a few minutes of back and forth, we decide to get rid of the weapons, and it escalates to a play fight after that. If that's what you would call it. Dream's a solid few inches taller than me and a hell of a lot stronger, so I wasn't long before Dream was winning.

Dream has me in a soft headlock, one that wouldn't hurt me, and my mind races, trying to think of a way out of this. I look around to the best of my ability, and that's when I notice his feet.

They're in the worst possible spot for a headlock. I hook my foot around one of his ankles and yank it forward, sending him crashing to the ground. What I didn't anticipate, however, was his stubborn ass keeping hold of me.

I fall directly on top of Dream, and I try to make it to my advantage. Kneeling across the tops of his thighs, a few inches above his knees, I immobilize his legs, also preventing him from rolling over and trapping me.

His hands reach up to me, desperately trying to get me off, but I grab his right hand, getting it into a wrist-lock fairly easily. As well, I press my other knee to his wrist, pinning it to the ground. After that, he's cake.

"Ow, ow!" He whines as I put more pressure on his right hand. "Georgie, stop!" But I hold him just like that, pinned to the ground with his hand in mine, completely at my mercy.

Damn, I'm glad I took those self defense classes.

"Say you're sorry, Dream." I taunt, and when he gives me a look, I put a bit more pressure, causing him to attempt to squirm.

"For what?!"

"I dunno... messing with me."

"George."

"Say it! And say that I'm strong and handsome and good at fighting." I add, grinning. He's just gonna love that.

Dream groans and tilts his head back, clearly not wanting to say it.

"I could sit here all day, Dreamie." I say, letting more of my weight rest on his legs, still holding them against the ground. He huffs dramatically.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbles, an annoyed expression overcoming his features. His gaze is focused anywhere but me.

"And?" I prompt, not letting him forget the other things I mentioned.

His jaw clenches, and I see a small vein start to push through the skin on his neck.

This is gold. He's so mad. I chuckle internally, loving that he's vulnerable because of me.

"And you're good at fighting." He says stiffly, very little emotion in his voice, a stark contrast to normal.

"And?" I prompt again, this time in a sing-song voice. Dream growls slightly under his breath.

"And you're handsome. I guess. Idiot." His face starts to turn red, and I grin in triumph. I let go of his hand and stand, allowing him to move again. He pushes himself up to his hands and glares at me.

"What?" I ask innocently, giving him a look of confusion. Dream doesn't respond; he merely puts his hand out, like he wants help up. Rolling my eyes slightly, I smile, placing my hand in his.

What I don't expect, however, is for Dream to pull me down instead of pulling himself up. I land on the hard ground on my hands and knees, nearly on top of Dream. My right knee is between his legs, and if I'd been a few inches closer... well... yikes.

I look up to meet Dream's eyes, and they have an unreadable expression in them again. Trying to sit back and move away, I try to pull my hand from Dream's but he doesn't let me.

Instead, he pulls me even more, until we're practically nose to nose. I can already tell the look on my face is both terrified and intrigued. Suddenly, Dream pushes on my chest, and I fall backwards, my shoulder blades hitting the ground roughly.

Within seconds, he's hovering over me, one hand next to my head and the other, closer to my shoulder. His voice is soft but authoritative when he speaks.

"Don't..." He pauses, probably for dramatic effect. "Mess with me."

My mouth opens but no words come to mine as I process everything that's happening.