"You're a real force to be reckoned with, and I have so much respect for how you handle yourself. But for some reason... I'm the exception."
Dream x Reader/Original Character
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Dream is only twenty one when he becomes king of the realm. Alex...
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We reached the sleeping quarters, the place we'd slept ever since we were kids. Clay's rooms were on the left of the corridor, and mine were on the right. Despite each of us having an entire suite to ourselves, we'd frequently found ourselves falling asleep in one or other of them, both curled up together. Wether it was because we'd fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation, or because we simply wanted to cuddle, it didn't seem to matter.
Tonight was apparently one of those nights, and Clay didn't even ask before branching off to the left, entering his bedroom, and setting me down on the edge of his bed. He stood there for a moment, looking down at me, before raising a hand to cup my chin.
"All of those people were there to talk to me, and to see me be crowned king," he spoke, his voice calm and level. "And yet, I could barely take my eyes off you."
I froze at his words, my gaze locked in place by his startling green eyes, but I felt my body slowly relax and lean into him as he ran his thumb along the line of my jaw. At this point our relationship had definitely crossed the definite line in the sand. In all the years we'd been friends, this was the closest we'd ever come to something more. There was always something about the dynamic between us that made me wait for him to make a move first, intuitively knowing that this was what he wanted. But there were times when I really wished he would just take the leap of faith, and do something that would prove beyond reasonable doubt that he wanted me. Not just as a best friend, but as something more. I could never erase the doubts in my mind unless he was the one to erase them for me.
He slowly leaned down, and kissed my forehead gently, running a soft finger through my hair as I brought my hands up to rest tiredly against his chest.
"Let me take care of you, okay?" He said, pulling back to look me in the eyes once more. "I want to treat you like a queen should be treated."
"Okay," I mumbled, readily agreeing.
At this, Dream bent down, and began to unzip my boots, pulling them gently from my feet, and setting them to one side. This was followed by my socks, and then he stood again, pulling me to my feet, and unzipping my jeans. He pulled them off as well, his soft touch on my arms helping me to step out of them, before he discarded them, and pushed me back down to sit on his bed again. I allowed him to manipulate my body, raising my arms for him to pull off my sweater, and then my t-shirt, leaving me in only my underclothes. There was something so intimate about the moment, but also, something sweet and innocent. Clay's eyes did not stray from my face, holding my gaze captive in his.
"You're so good for me," he spoke softly, almost as though it was a thought I wasn't supposed to hear, but when he moved his hand to my cheek I could not resist leaning into his touch. "Wait one moment," he said. "I'll grab you something to sleep in."
"I probably have clothes in here somewhere, to be fair," I told him.
Clay shrugged, and lowered his hand, before disappearing into his wardrobe. When he reappeared after a few moments, he was carrying a pair of my soft sleeping shorts, and a green shirt that definitely wasn't mine. I raised an eyebrow at him in amusement.
