Dream and George lounged casually on the couch, watching a Netflix show, although none of them were really paying attention. Dream tossed the remote at George to get his attention.

The remote narrowly brushed past his face and landed to the right of his lap. George gave Dream a mock glare. "You tryna break my face, huh?"

Dream chuckled. "No. But I was saying, we should probably go to bed now."

George groaned. "I don't wanna!"

Dream rolled his eyes. "Come on, I can't cuddle with empty air. I need you."

"I know." George blinked, looking up at Dream through his eyelashes.

"If you don't come with me right now, I'm going to tickle you." Dream threatened, creeping closer to George with a smirk on his face.

George backed away instinctively. "No you won't."

"Oh yes I will." Dream scooted even closer on the couch, leering ominously. "Three, two, one-"

George didn't budge, and Dream launched himself onto him, assaulting George's sides with tickles. Dream smirked with satisfaction as George immediately began slapping away his hands, laughing.

"S-stop!" George protested, breathless from laughing.

"Not until you agree to let me cuddle you!" Dream shot back, still tickling mercilessly. George got an idea, and smirked inwardly.

"Ow, the remote's poking into my back." George fell limp, his eyes watering slightly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Dream immediately fell back, staring at George with wide eyes. "Are you okay?"

As soon as Dream sat fully up, George lunged and began tickling Dream. To George's delight, the blonde boy proved himself to be just as ticklish and spasmed, laughing hysterically.

"S-stop!" Dream's voice was just as breathless as George's had been. "That tickles!"

No shit, Sherlock.

George didn't stop, a stupid grin spreading across his face.

"If you don't stop, I'm not giving you another kiss for a week!" Dream choked out between laughter.

George chuckled, leaning back. "Fine, but only for that." He considered it for a moment, then added, "you have to give me a kiss now, though."

Dream rolled his eyes, poking George in the nose. "Fine, greedy boy." He leaned in and gave George a chaste kiss. George smiled against his lips, pulling Dream closer and inhaling his sweet scent. When Dream pulled away, he rested his forehead against George's, both simply enjoying the other's presence for a moment.

"So, about those cuddles..?" Dream sounded helpful, holding George at arm's length to meet his eyes.

George pretended to consider. "Hmm... Well, I mean, it is a win-win situation anyway..."

Dream pulled out the puppy eyes, staring at George pleadingly. George chuckled, playfully slapping Dream's arm. "Fine."

"Yay!" Dream grinned, standing and pulling George towards the bedroom, launching himself into bed and tugging George along with him.

George rolled over, scooting closer to Dream, who wrapped his arm around George's waist, pulling the dark haired boy to rest his head against Dream's chest. George adjusted the blankets, pulling them closer to his chest. Dream raised his head slightly.

"If you take all the blankets, I'm going to put my cold feet on you. I'm warning you."

"I am not taking all the blankets!" George huffed. "Besides, since you've basically got a death grip on me, I don't understand how the blankets are not on you."

Dream laughed, merely hugging George closer, although George heavily suspected it was because he wanted more of the blankets. But still, lying close to Dream, his body heat radiating off of him mingled with George's underneath the blanket, George was perfectly comfortable, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

-

George awoke first, opening his eyes to see Dream quietly snoring, his dirty-blonde hair flopped over his eyebrows, his shirt scrunched up and riding up to show a strip of his stomach. George blushed, looking away, trying to slide out of Dream's grip, but Dream merely clutched tighter.

"Don't go." Dream mumbled, voice thick and heavy with sleep. George consented, brushing a strand of Dream's tousled hair out of his eyes, smiling slightly. George got comfortable again, this time pressing his back against Dream's chest and curling up into a ball. Even in Dream's half awake state, he automatically moved into the position of the big spoon, holding George flush to his body.

George felt his breathing slow, but his eyes refused to shut again, and he was wide awake, but fairly relaxed. Dream began snoring again, his warm breath fanning across George's neck. After a few minutes of it, George began to get restless, wiggling slightly.

"Come on, we've got to get up. The sun has already risen." George whispered.

Dream merely hummed lazily. "'We'. I like the sound of that."

George couldn't help the flutters that spread through his belly at the sound of Dream's words. "Come on." He whispered again, determined not to let Dream's adorableness get to him. He started wriggling out of Dream's grip.

"Just one more minute." Dream pleaded, voice still husky from sleep.

George shivered slightly from the proximity of Dream's voice to his ear. He fell limp. "Fine." He huffed, trying to stop the blush from spreading across his face.

Dream clearly fell asleep again, judging from his slowed breathing. After another few minutes, George wrestled his way out of Dream's grip, standing and folding his arms.

"That's it, no more kisses for you this week."

"Aw, please?" Dream begged sleepily, flicking one eyelid open and staring at George. The staring contest went on for a few more minutes, then George finally consented, pressing a kiss onto Dream's forehead.

"Then get up if you want more." George whispered in Dream's ear, then walked out of the bedroom.

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! Sorry this one was a little short, but I was just kinda lazy since it is Christmas anyway O_O