Although the minute hand ticked closer to 6 am, neither of them felt the need to sleep. Perhaps it was due to both of their streaming schedules or how they spent their time together, either way, they both were too worked up to sleep.

Instead, they sat on George's sofa, a bit too close but neither complained. He had gone to make them both a tea whilst she changed into another set of his clothes, carefully placing the now washed and ironed shirt she had taken last time over the back of his gaming chair and picking a hoodie this time.

It smelled like George, a subtle smell but still there. A mixture of his mundane detergent and sprayed-on cologne with a slight hint of a smell she could only explain as George. Light and fresh, like a summer's day despite her doubt that he had left the house for more than two hours for the whole of last summer. It was calming, grounding, a smell she recognised as soon as she entered his flat.

"What are we even watching?" He questioned slowly, despite his words he couldn't take his eyes away from the screen.

"You've never seen this?" She asked, acting appalled at him not knowing about some of her favourite childhood films, "you mean the Addams family wasn't your childhood?"

"No," George replied with a similar teasing tone, "But it obviously had a big influence on you" he teased, scanning his eyes up and down her like he was proving his point.

"And what does that mean?" The smile on her face was ever-present.

"Just you're very..." she waited for his words; in childhood her older brother had referred to her as 'Wednesday' to wind her up, stating how it was absolutely hilarious how she looked more like one of the children to go to camp Chippewa but inside she was all dark and tactical, "Uncle Fester"

Not what she was expecting.

Her jaw dropped, eyebrows raising as he giggled to himself, obviously finding himself funny.

"Uncle Fester?! In what way am I Uncle Fester" as if to tease her the Tv showed him again, focusing on his face as the two brothers spoke.

"I mean it's like a mirror" George continued, flipping his head back and forth between her and the tele over dramatically, nodding to himself as he did so.

"Oh, so you'd rather I was bald, old and looked like I was dead," her eyes turned dark to throw the teasing back at him, "do you have something to admit George?"

He stuttered, eyebrows furrowing despite the laugh still in his voice,

"what?!"

"Hey, I don't kink shame," she held her hands up, pushing up onto her knees, "you do you, dude"

He caught her off guard, his hands attacking her waist as he pushed her into the couch, tickling at her sides.

"Maybe I just want a rich old man to take care of me," he spoke over her loud laughs and pleas for mercy, "is that so bad?"

"You already have Dream," she gasped out as he finally stopped, only to once again be attacked as he processed her words.

It was painfully domestic, she could pretend that everything was good between them, that they were happy together and this was a normal Friday evening rather than the 'late-night after sex' meeting that it actually was.

It was rare she got to see George like this, especially at the start of their situation, when she'd be in his flat for no more than a few hours before shooting home in an Uber to question her choices all night. But he seemed to open up the more time they spent together, she got to see parts of him she'd only see on streams he'd spend with Dream and Sapnap, two people he'd known for years and was completely relaxed and open with.

"You're such an idiot" she spoke, trying her hardest not to pant as he dragged her back to his side, a light chuckle still escaping his lips as he too tried to calm his breathing.

"Yeah, okay Fester"

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Written: 9th June 2022

Published: 19th June 2022

Can you guess what movie I'm watching... anyways enjoy the fluff