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[A/N: i am currently writing this in the comfort of my bed at midnight, but i will  have this chapter finished probably late afternoon tomorrow. anyways, here's a kiss scene.]
                          
Dream's POV
                          
"can i kiss you?"
                          
"yes."
                          
the buzz of adrenaline in my veins smoothes out the fire thrumming from my heart up to my mind. in one swift motion, my mouth is finally collided against George's, the touch so intimate i could only dream about him loving me as i return to him the same built up emotions that have been piling beneath the surface for too long now. 
                          
but now, it's real. he solidified it in the words that came out of his lips, the ones that are hungrily moving back against my own. 
                          
shivers of dripping hot lust cave out my spine with shallow tunnels in a turn of glorious dopamine. George's hands brush through my hair as if to check if i'm still real, that this isn't a hallucination. i cant blame him, because i feel the same. he's a fever dream in my eyes, too perfect to exist. 
                          
more, deeper, make it last for every savoury second left until the demise of the planet. let George's lips stay open against mine as i'm the happiest i've ever been, giddy and breathless and high on love until i die. stay this way, forever and always. 
                          
the pain he's given me, it's all gone. it's behind me now, in a different life time, not the one where i'm kissing George until i can't feel my lips and i can't breathe and i won't bear to feel my thoughts again. 
                          
my hands drag him closer, clasping his waist like i imagined so briefly not even an hour ago. the thought of doing it seemed so bizarre and alien at the time, but now it's my reality. he's in my hands. his body is so small against mine, so easy to move and supple beneath my hold. 
                          
my tongue moves deeper into his mouth, heat shimmering beneath my vision and surging through me to George. 
                          
i've never kissed a boy before. 
                          
the moon rises steadily above our little scene, gazing down upon us lovingly, casting us with cold wind that licks at my cheeks, but it doesn't matter. wherever the outside world lands, the feeling of George, his mouth on mine, his frail hands hugging me closer by the crook of the back of my neck, it drowns everything else out. 
                          
i break away to take a breath, and George pants against my chest, drawing out heavy air. the heat of his forehead warms my coat, just above my heart. 
                          
"you have no idea," i gasp. "how long i've wanted to do that."
                          
his little laugh resonates onto my shoulder. "you're a good kisser, Dream. that was- so-"
                          
"yeah."
                          
i'm sweating, despite it being freezing out right now. George's neck is hot as well as i leave gentle kisses from the corner of his mouth, tracing his jaw like he's a careful piece of art, down to the crook of his neck and along his soft collarbone. he's so gloriously nervous, short whines and sounds coming from his lips as i torture his skin. 
                          
as i leave these butterfly kisses upon him, i whisper all the secrets i kept hidden in my head. love doesn't need a filter. 
                          
"i dream about you, George." another slow kiss to his neck. "the way you look at me, how your lips would taste, how you would say my name. i think about it all."
                          
George shivers beneath my lips, grasping my shoulders tighter. "Dream.."
                          
"you unravel me, George. down to my core. i cant process thoughts when i see you." i mutter. his reaction, a shaky and long breath, gives me all i need.
                          
"Dream.. look at me." he stammers. his hands clasp my jaw and cup my cheeks, bringing my face to parallel his own. his beautifully dark eyes soften, cheeks flushed fully red. his hair casts stretched shadows onto his face from the white light of the streetlight above.
                          
i remove one hand from his waist and brush away his hair from his forehead. his eyes track my fingers. 
                          
"hey, what the fuck?!" a familiar voice shouts from down the street. our powerfully locked gaze snaps towards the sound, breaking our little bubble clouded with the hot aura created by him. 
                          
a bedraggled figure is half-jogging towards us, another smaller person not far behind but hesitant to hurry forward. 
                          
"Sapnap?" George calls out.
                          
"break it up! what the hell is going on here?" Nick yells. heat blooms onto my cheeks, and i quickly step back from the curb where George stands.
                          
"see, well, i can explain-" but i'm quickly interrupted.
                          
"come on dude! it was literally yesterday when you both were like 'oh i don't wanna come to the party, what if he's there?' and now you're making out on my sidewalk?!"
                          
Karl, who was the person trailing behind, snakes his arms around Sapnap's waist and yawns, resting his chin on the other's shoulder. 
                          
"calm down, Nick, theyre in looooove. like you and i." he coos. 
                          
"yeah, listen to your boyfriend, Sap. i love this beanstalk." George says, ruffling my hair. despite it being a teasing act, my heart leaps.
                          
"get back inside, jesus christ. people are gonna see you." Sapnap grumbles. he takes Karl's hand and walks back inside his house.
                          
George meets my eyes again. it'll never get old, how he looks at me. affection, admiration, fondness. heat still steadily colours his cheeks, and i can see his breath between us in the cold night air. 
                          
"i think.." i whisper. "i think i'm going to go home."
                          
he gives me a light smile and kisses my lips one more solid time, pulling away after a few seconds. if he didn't break it off, i would've never let go. 
                          
"goodnight, Clay. i love you."
                          
"goodnight, George."