(ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS)

Dream pinned Cross to their bed as they shared a passionate kiss. Cross' arms were locked around his lover, his hands crawling up the other's shirt and brushing over his spine. Grunting softly, Dream gave a similar gesture, slipping his hands up Cross' shirt and caressing every rib and bump.

Feeling Dream's careful fingers touch every part of him sent waves of sensitivity flow through Cross. His excitement only grew as their tongues met in a kind of twirling dance.

Cross recalled what happened to get him into such a situation. He had arrived home from a walk, celebrating the fact that he was finally off his crutches. When he arrived, he was greeted by a pleasant surprise. Dream had a romantic yet rather cheesy setup in the kitchen. Wine, candles, rose petals, and most notably cookies were included in the set up.

A few jokes later and a reminder from Dream that it was his turn to top, they found themselves in their bedroom, ready to tango.

While their actions continued to be zealous, Dream remained careful and tender. The cautiousness of Cross' now healthy wounds was clear, but they weren't going to let that get in the way of their fun.

Dream pulled away from the kiss, allowing time for the two of them to catch their breaths. A moment later he leaned back in and planted a kiss on a certain spot of Cross' neck. More towards his back, close to the shoulder blade. Cross was hit with a sudden feeling of exhilaration.

"Stars, hurry up," Cross whined playfully.

"Patience, my love," cooed Dream.

"But I'm so fucking ready."

Dream giggled. "Alright, alright."

The golden skeleton reached down and lifted his shirt off, which Cross found unbelievably hot, before tossing it to the side. Dream was about to remove Cross' clothes, but he was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Dream groaned and reached for it.

Cross huffed. "Just ignore it."

"I can't, it could be important."

Cross folded his arms across his chest and pouted like a child. Dream grinned and rolled his eyes. He answered the call and put the phone to his non-existent ear.

"Hello?"

For a moment there was a long silence. Cross laid there, awkwardly glancing around the room. He noticed that the longer Dream listened to the call, the more his playful grin faded into a worried frown. Eventually Dream hung up on the caller and dumped his phone on the floor.

"Who was it?"

"Ink," Dream mumbled.

"Oh." Cross wrapped his arms around Dream. "Ignore him. He doesn't matter right now."

"It's not about him." Dream buried his face in Cross' chest, clutching his head in his hands. His breathing had quickened, as if he had begun to panic. "I can't repeat all that again. I can't do it..."

"Hey, hey..." Cross gently soothed. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Tears ran down Dream's face. "Nightmare escaped."