A very happy birthday to @thehorridrat 🥳 - here's some dnf fluff for you, based on the stream last night (that George definitely did just for you!)
As if on cue, the second George sets his headset on his desk the door opens.
The smile grows on George's face, wide and fond to match his crinkled eyes. "Dream!" he replies, a hint of teasing in his tone.
He stands from his chair while Dream crosses the room. They both stare at each other, grinning.
"You fucking did it, George!" Dream hollers. "Let's fucking go!!"
Immediately George claps a hand over Dreams mouth, even as he can't stop smiling. "Shhh," he hushes Dream through giggles. "You're gonna wake up Sapnap."
George feels a wet tongue against his palm and he pulls it away in disgust. "Ewww, what the hell!"
Dream giggles as he places his hands on George's waist and squeezes. "What, you want my tongue somewhere else?" He waggles his brows for extra emphasis.
"God, you're such an idiot," George rolls his eyes. He doesn't push Dream away though. He kind of likes this - just the two of them in his office. "So, you were watching then? The whole time?"
"Of course I was," Dream replies. He presses a quick kiss to George's forehead, then another that lingers. "You're such an idiot, trying to mace the dragon. What were you trying to do, one-up my manhunt flop?"
"Maybe," George replies, leaning into the warmth of Dream's lips again his skin. "I thought for sure that it couldn't be that hard."
"Well, it is. Obviously." Dream chuckles. "And now we both have dragon mace flops."
"bb," Dream adds with a kiss to George's nose.
"So," George tips his chin up. "I'm assuming you came up here to my office to celebrate with me."
"I did," Dream replies, soft and fond as their eyes meet. "I was thinking sushi. We haven't gone out for sushi in a long time."
"Dream, Dream, Dream," George chuckles, shaking his head. "it's almost two in the morning. All the good places are closed and I'm not getting gas station sushi."
"Why not?" Dream teases. "You had it at that little booth at Disney two years ago on your birthday."
"You're an idiot and I hate you."
"Love you too," Dream replies, punctuating it with a quick kiss to George's lips. "So no sushi then. At least not now. Tomorrow? Or... Later today I mean."
"Yeah," George agrees. "Later today is good."
"Good," Dream parrots. "And George?"
"I'm proud of you," he says.
"—proud of you for making my dragon mace flop actually look good." Dream squeezes his waist, then releases it.
"Dream, you take that back!" George lunges after him but misses.
"Make me." Dream backs towards the door, then ducks out before George can catch him.
A minute later they're on the sofa, giggling and blowing raspberries onto each other's necks. If those raspberries turn into kisses and those kisses turn into a make-out session, then that's only for the walls – and Patches – to know.
And as George sighs in contentment, laying his head on Dream's chest, he can't help thinking that the embarrassment of his scuffed achievement is worth it.