TW: Mild lime (sexual touching)

"May I have this dance?"

3rd Person POV

5 days later...

They walked through the seemingly gloomy (with the grey clouds overhead) forest in silence, a known tenseness in the atmosphere preventing them from making conversation, so without the comforting sound of words, the only sound being heard was the soft blow of the wind and their footsteps. George's footsteps, as always, were quiet and careful, and he avoided stepping on any uneven ground. Dream's footsteps however, were even heavier than normal, being weighed down by the (quite literally) dead weight over his right shoulder.

After it was made clear the silence in their journey would continue, George allowed his mind to wander as he reflected the previous days and nights he and the blond had spent together.

George hadn't seen the basement in nearly a week, he and Dream had grown closer and he had gotten to know the energetic ravenet. He and Dream had even grown to the point where George didn't find himself surprised when Dream randomly showered him with kisses or loving words. And yes, he wasn't necessarily surprised, but that doesn't mean his cheeks didn't practically glow red whenever Dream spontaneously brought about these actions.

"Just a little longer." Dream interrupted the brunets thoughts when he muttered the simple words.

George nodded and looked down at his feet.

"Thanks for doing this, by the way." George thanked quietly.

He understood that this was a bit out of the ordinary for Dream, but he did it anyways and George was thankful for that. He was even more thankful that Dream had dug up a grave beforehand.

"It's nothing- here it is." He said and started trailing a bit to the right and George followed.

It wasn't long before they found themselves before a deep, six foot long, 6 foot deep, grave with a small, wooden headstone.

"Alright, so what do we do now?" Dream asked as he lowered the body he had wrapped in an old sheet to the ground beside him.

"Well it's not like we're holding an official funeral or anything. So we can just lower him down and bury him. That's all I ask." George said and Dream nodded as George went over to help him gently lower the (still) unnamed man inside the grave.

George had to admit, in the moment when the man had just died he felt a much stronger need to have this funeral. He felt as though before, burying this man would give him closure and have him feel as though the man he felt guilty for, was at rest. However, now he just wanted to get this over with and continue on with his life. Of course he still wanted to bury him and hope that he was at rest, but the need was much less strong.

After that was done, Dream handed him a shovel and they both got to work with filling the hole.

About half an hour later, they finished that and George took out a small wild flower he had picked on the trail here and placed it gently on the grave.

The brunet straightened up and turned to face Dream. "I guess that's it." He said.

Dream nodded a little and wrapped his arms around the shorter slowly who was quick to embrace the hug.

"Let's head back, shall we?" Dream muttered as he rested his chin on the others head.

"Y-yeah..." George whispered quietly.

They pulled away second later and started back the way they came with their fingers intertwined while they made conversation now that the burden had been lifted.

Around halfway back, the grey clouds overhead began to release slightly and it started to sprinkle.

"No, you idiot. That's not how it works. People with white cars are introverts. And people with colored cars are extroverts. That's just how it is!" George claimed.

"Where the hell did you get that information?"

"My mind? Where else."

Dream scoffed. "The color of someones car has nothing to do with the driver."

"Yes it does! Tell me. Have you ever known someone wildly extroverted to have a plain, white car?" George asked.

"Well- I mean, it's not like I pay attention to the color of someones car."

"Well you should! Someones vehicle can say a lot about them. For example, someone with a white van is probably someone who's trying to kidnap you," George said.

"I- that's just a stereotype, George." Dream said.

"A true one, I mean even you kidnapped me in a white van. Sooo unoriginal, by the way," George giggled.

Dream rolled his eyes.

"I- whatever. Give me a better example,"

"Okay, well another example is if someone has a really big, tall truck, it's probably to compensate for their-" The brunet was cut off before he could finish.

"GEORGE!" Dream yelled and George broke out into a fit of laughter.

Just then a roar of thunder broke the air and the rain started to pour down harder, not to the point where it was necessarily pouring, just enough to make a few puddles here and there and create a steady sound of raindrops hitting the earth.

Their laughter cut off at the sound of thunder and they looked at each other with matching faces.

They stared at each other for a moment before a matching grin broke out on their faces.

"May I have this dance?" Dream asked like a gentleman and bowed down, extending his hand with a cheeky grin on his face.

The brunet giggled. "You may." He took his hand and the blond led him forward a few strides before he faced the other and placed a small kiss on the back of his hand.

They both let out small laughs and Dream began to twirl George around through the rain.

"Dream!" George couldn't stop himself from smiling and laughing as Dream seemed to effortlessly spin him around, weaving them both through the trees without any particular destination in mind.

Dream laughed along with him and enjoyed the feeling of letting all his cares go and just enjoying the moment.

"W-Wait," George laughed, unable to get out a coherent sentence through his uncontrollable laughter. "w-wait, not- not over there, that's too muddy- slow down!" He continued to laugh through his sentence.

"W-wait-"

Too late.

Without any particular control in where they were going, they ended up going through a large puddle of mud and George slipped in the muddy earth and landed flat on his back, bringing Dream down with him with his tumble.

They landed side by side on their backs, their clothes now covered in mud. Leaves and twigs embedded within their tousled hair and very dirty clothes.

They breathed heavily and gazed at each other, wonderfully.

"Dream, you idiot, I told you not to-" George started.

"Clay," Dream said softly and stared at George with stars in his eyes.

"What?" George said, confused as rain continued to fall down on them.

"It's my real name. Clay." He said and his green eyes met the others surprised brown ones.

"I..." George struggled for words.

Without being able to come up with the right words to respond, he sat up and leaned over to cup Dream's face with a slightly muddy hand, and press his lips against his.

Dream, although surprised with the reaction, allowed George full control of the kiss and the brunet kept it slow and passionate, moving his lips against the others.

George eventually moved to straddle the others hips, not caring if he was only dirtying both of their clothes further and continued their kiss with passion as he moved one of his hands to Clays hair.

It wasn't long before George parted his lips and let Dream slip his tongue inside.

Just as George was about to move his hips in a gentle motion against the others, another roar of thunder broke out and they gently pulled away, their lips still slightly touching.

George opened his eyes and stared into Dream's.

"We should... Probably get going." George said breathlessly.

"Only if you want." Dream said, wanting nothing but more of the other.

George left one last kiss on the blonds lips and held it there for a few seconds before pulling away and helping the other up.

"You are literally never going to get all the mud off of you." George laughed, eyeing the taller man up and down.

"Me? You should see yourself!" Dream scoffed.

George scoffed in return and took Dream's hand and they started walking through the rain back home.

"So does this mean I can call you Clay?" George asked hesitantly but happily all the same.

"Of course you can. You can call me whatever you want." Clay said, lowering his voice in a suggestive manner.

George blushed, shocked at the implication, "Uh- Dream!" George hit Dreams shoulder causing him to laugh.

"It's true though," Clay wiggled his eye brows and George scoffed.

"You are ridiculous." The brunet rolled his eyes.

The blond only laughed and they continued walking home, the rain not doing much to wash the dirt off their clothes.

Once they finally reached the front door they stopped, looking hesitantly at the door.

"Uhmmm, we're gonna track so much mud in the house, you know." George said.

Dream thought about it for a moment, not loving the idea of rubbing dirt off their clothes and onto the floors. "Well there's not a lot we can do about it... Just take your shoes off and leave them out here. That's about the best we can do," Dream said and started taking off his sneakers.

George nodded and followed suit, taking off his dirty, blue converse. The same ones he wore the first day he was here.

After that they opened the door and rushed inside, slipping down the hallway in their damp socks, ignoring a confused Sapnap on the couch who just watched the two muddied maniacs giggling down the hallway.

"C-C'mon, I'm cold. Hurry up, dumbass!" George hurried Dream up the stairs, eager to get into some warm clothes.

"I'm going! I'm going!"

They rushed into Clays room where Clay picked out a few items of clothing for George while he stood shivering in the doorway.

"Alright, uhm..." Dream looked slightly hesitant about handing the clothes to George and the shorter looked at him with a confused look.

"Do you uhm... Wanna take a shower with me? I mean it'll be quicker and I can help you get the twigs out of your hair that way and-" George silenced his nervous ramble by placing a soft finger on his lips.

"I'd love that... But no touching anything that shouldn't be touched, alright?"

Dream nodded hastily and led George into his conjoined bathroom with their teeth chattering from the cold weather they just got out of and the drenched clothes clinging to their shivering bodies..

George wouldn't admit it, but he did feel nervous about being completely exposed in front of Clay, but he did trust him and didn't have much worry about him doing stuff he's uncomfortable with.

They joined each other in the bathroom and George gaped at the size of the shower, having never actually been in Dream's bathroom before, at least not this one.

Dream started the water. "Uhm I could leave while you take off your-" Before he could finish, the blond cut himself off at the sight of George immediately stripping off his drenched shirt.

"or not..." Dream mumbles and starts stripping as well, fighting his urges to eye the other. Even with the dirt, leaves and twigs scattered across his body, he still managed to be perfect.

Dream caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror with a dust of light pink over his freckled cheeks. He also saw the muddy hand print on the side of his face George left during their kiss.

The brunet was the first to hop in the shower and Dream's jaw loosened at the sight of George tossing his head back and allowing the water to fall down his bare chest.

Dream was quick to join him behind the sliding glass doors and let out a sigh in relief from the hot water hitting his body as it steamed up the room.

George giggled quietly which pulled Dream out of his trance at the sound.

"What's so funny?" Dream asked, staring down at the shorter who had his back turned to him while Dream stood at the end closer to the shower head.

"It's just, you're the one getting all flustered and nervous when you were also the one concerned about me being uncomfortable when I'm fine and if anything you should be concerned for yourself." George explained with a smile.

"Oh-" Dream was about to ramble off an apology but George stopped him.

"It's cute..."

Time Skip

The two laid, cuddling against each other, bundled up in blankets and George wearing Dream's oversized, green hoodie.

Their drying hair sat messily on both of their heads since they couldn't be bothered to neaten it in their haste to start a movie called 'Treasure Planet', a movie George used to love as a kid but Dream had never seen before.

"See! Told you it was amazing." George exclaimed as the movie began to roll through the ending credits.

"Twas indeed... But it's 10:30 and I have something planned for us tomorrow." Dream said as he smiled and leaned down to pick George up.

"But I wanna stay up and watch it again!"

"What happened to the George that was half asleep by 8?" Dream asked teasingly as he began to carry the angry brunet up the stairs.

"Shut up." He rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the fact that Dream decided to carry him bridal style.

Dream only chuckled and soon after the night brought the two of them into a much needed sleep.

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