It was like.. what? Midnight?

How romantic.

So you sat in bed, reading one of your books. The air was filled with the sounds of turning pages, your soft breathing, the quiet hum of the wind as it whooshed by, enjoying it's everlasting freedom and the fact that no one could trap it.

The scenes of the book started getting a bit heated, you couldn't help but cross your legs a bit tighter as they did. The air seemed to get warmer as you continued, which.. was a bit dramatic, now that you think about it. You considered closing the book and going to bed, when your boyfriend Dream walked in.

He stepped inside, hand on the door frame as he took in the sight of you, slightly flushed, legs tight, fingers stiff on the cover of your book...

Damn it. No no no-

He smirked, slowly pushing off the door frame and plopping down on the edge of your bed, taking in the title of your book. He raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk starting to creep on his face. Maybe a slight pink due dusting his cheeks too? Or was that a trick of the light?

"Enjoying the book?"

Those goddamn eyes were doing things to you. Things that did not help how you were already feeling because of that goddamn book.

You ignored him and continued reading, only for him to chuckle and slowly crawl closer, slowly prying your legs apart and positioning himself in between them. You tried to protest but he shushed you. Now??? In the middle of the night??

That was a stupid question, when else?

"Keep reading, sweetheart."

Reason and logic seemed to have left you. You opened your mouth once to argue but shut it, your heart starting to beat faster. This was not how the night was supposed to go, damn it, you had dignity. Pride...-

Keep reading.

...Fine.

Dream spread your legs a bit wider, lowering his mouth to the flesh in between them, his hot breath fanning over all the wrong (right???) areas and sending your thoughts spiraling.

Keep reading.

But it all went south the second his tongue reached your flesh.