The wind was becoming extremely noisy. Dream pressed his hands onto his headphones, struggling to hear the audio of the video he was editing. And just like that, the power went out.

"Damn it! This stupid Florida weather!" Dream slammed his hands onto the table, more angry about the fact that his editing hadn't been saved than the fact that the power was out. But he was quickly becoming colder by the minute, and the heater probably wouldn't come back for a while.

"Dream?" George poked his head into the room, his eyes wide and worried. "Is this — is this normal?"

Dream laughed, remembering that George wasn't, in fact, born and raised in Florida. "It'll be on by morning. Come in."

George closed the door, stepping into the already chilly room. "It's already cold." George whined.

Dream shook his head. "Come on, come here." George shyly stepped towards Dream, plopping in his lap. Dream wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, burying his chin in George's mop of messy brown hair.

That's adorable.

"Warmer now?" Dream let go of George momentarily to feel around, then snagged up the blanket from the bed near him. He wrapped the blanket securely around George, tucking him in like a little child. George curled up against Dream's body, humming softly.

"Yeah." George smiled, nuzzling his face into Dream's chest. In the dark room, nothing could be seen, and the only sound was George's and Dream's heartbeat mingled together like a sweet melody. "It'll be on by morning? Promise?" George whispered.

"Don't worry. It will be. And in the morning, there's light and everything, so you don't need to worry." Dream purred softly into George's mop of brown hair. "Come on, let's get into bed. I don't want to fall asleep on this chair."

Dream lifted George, blankets and all, and felt his way with his foot to the bed. He tripped over something on the floor, and ended up dropping the bundle and falling on George's body, letting out a surprised oomph. George's breath tickled Dream's ear, and the boy on the bottom let out a chuckle.

"Well, I didn't know you wanted to go that fast." George murmured.

Dream blushed, grateful for the darkness that clothed the room. "Shut up idiot." He muttered, but a smile was growing on his face.

George is so adorable.

George felt around for Dream's hand, and upon finding it, wrapped both of his hands around Dream's warm one. Dream reached out and hugged George, scooting closer to the older boy.

"It's so dark." George whispered, his soft, warm breath sending a tingle down Dream's spine. Dream smiled, then reached for George's face, cupping it and kissing it gently.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Dream purred. He could feel George's lips curl up against his own, and the older's only response was to snuggle even closer. The blonde haired boy ran a hand through George's locks, ruffling it up playfully. The dark haired boy reached up, snatching Dream's hand out of his own hair and pressed his lips gently to it, eyelashes gently fluttering on Dream's arm. Dream giggled slightly, a blush spreading through his face.

George blinked up at Dream innocently. He could tell from Dream's slowing breathing that the younger boy was falling asleep already. George smiled, draping an arm around Dream's waist. He curled up closer to the blonde, feeling a slight flutter in his heart when Dream responded by planting another lazy kiss on George's forehead.

"Good night." George murmured into Dream's chest.

"Mmmmm... G'night" Dream mumbled back, already half asleep.

That's so cute.

George shut his eyes, matching his breath with Dream's, and fell asleep, still wrapped in Dream's arms.

A/N: See what I mean about I'm bad with fluff?