dnf size difference PLEASEEEEEE
Starting with my first writing prompt ask - 570 words of domestic, slightly suggestive DNF fluff
Enjoy!
Ever since that fateful day when he met Dream online, long before they met in person and shared a hug that sparked the beginning of something amazing, George had been keenly aware of one thing. Something that Dream reminded him of often, with just one little word.
Petite.
The first time, George took offense to the playful jab. After all, Sapnap was shorter than he was and Dream didn't call him petite. And the thing was, George wasn't even that short. Back home in England he’d been considered average in height. And Mum considered him tall - the only person other than Dad who could reach things on the top shelf of the cupboard.
It wasn't his fault that his best friend turned out to be a freaking giant.
After that first day in Florida though, George quickly learned the positives of Dream being so much taller – so much bigger – than he was.
The first: his hands.
George already knew that Dream had big hands - the special keybinds he used in Minecraft were proof of that and something George teased him about from time to time. But George never realized how those hands would feel on his waist, manhandling him to walk past in the kitchen or tackling him in the living room for a tickle fight. If he thought about it too much his cheeks would flush red, and maybe he had on a few occasions.
The second: his hugs.
Pick-me-up hugs to be specific. Whether silly or sweet, there was something about Dream lifting him a few inches off the ground that made a pleasant warmth spread from the center of George's chest. Something about being held so close, so safe made George seek out those hugs on a regular basis. And of course Dream was happy to oblige. He'd said as much the day George arrived.
“George?” Dream mumbled into his hair as George leaned into Dream's chest. “I hope you realize that you're going to get a lot of these hugs. Like several a day, at least.”
And George wouldn't have it any other way.
Well… maybe one other way.
The cuddled up in Dream's bed naked sort of way.
The being as close to each other as humanly possible sort of way.
And then the laying pressed up against Dream's side, safe and warm, idly tracing shapes on his chest sort of way.
Dritties, George thought with a chuckle as he spread his fingers over the center of Dream's chest, over the gently slowing thump of Dream's heart.
“Hey,” Dream sighed, then reached to take George's free hand in his own. Slowly he pressed their palms together above his chest, then spread the fingers apart.
The familiar warmth returned to George's chest as he looked at their hands, at the way Dream's dwarfed his own and always would. And just like he always did, George shifted his fingers over to slot them between Dream's.
“Hey,” George looked up and pulled their joined hands towards his lips to kiss them. Dream did the same, just before turning onto his side and tucking their joined hands between them, between two hearts that had been beating in sync for years.
“Love you,” Dream kissed his lips, soft and slow, before sighing into sleep.
“Love you too, idiot.” George accepted the kiss and returned it the best he could as his own eyelids grew heavier.
And really, being petite wasn't so bad.
After all, it got him this.
