“You see Geo I totally would, but” Dream lets go of her shoulders to gesture at her chest. Georgia stood in the middle of their shared living room.
The two of them were college students and unfortunately shared a dormitory together along with two other roommates. Sapnap and Sam.
The blonde and a few others the other woman didn't care to pay attention to; would go out to practice for this race. Whatever it was for.
Dream wasn't the athletic type, outside of sex. She definitely looked the part of stereotypical blonde headed bimbo - jock that didn't know the difference from jack shit and fuck all.
But whatever possessed her to accept the invitation to race for charity, just because she wanted to impress the lady at the desk, who was set up in their college cafe with papers and charity merch.
Georgia definitely knew first hand that she succeeded in impressing her.
When she returned to the dorm shortly that same day; seeing the same desk lady run out of their dorm tossing her clothes on wistfully.
Frantically gripping her bag and whispering prayers that sound like hexes, that hopefully "nobody would pay her any mind."
But now that Dream had succeeded in her lay she had absolutely no interest in actually running the race.
So her attention drifted to Georgia once the brunette returned to their shared room.
Dream sat up in the corner of her bed, bedsheets pulled up to her chest as she carelessly slung a hand behind her head chewing on a toothpick, scrolling through her phone.
Georgia sniffs the air and promptly turns around, barely setting foot in the room.
"Hey." Dream's voice made Georgia stop, she didn't turn around.
"What." It wasn't a question, a statement to get to the fucking point before she loses her already running thin patience.
"Run this charity race for me? Would you?"
Georgia just sighs and walks off. The sound of ruffling sheets makes Georgia speed up, she rushes down the stairs of their dorm, a nearly naked Dream hot on her trail.
"Georgia-" She reaches out grabbing her shoulder. Georgia yanked away, turning to finally face her.
"Fucks sake what."
"The race I-"
"Fuck, do it yourself! You have two working legs, God! Use them!" Georgia screams pulling away from Dream, frustration clear on her face.
"Georgia I would but-" Dream gestures at her own chest, pressing against a too small t-shirt, that clearly isn't hers.
Georgia tsks, "So what? I'm not the one who made you like that, what's it have anything to do with me?"
Dream frowns, "Georgia, please. Just this one thing, and I'll never bring flings to our room again. Please." Dream wraps her arms around Georgia's shoulders who's scowling and sneering.
She slaps her hands away. "No." And turns around and walks out of the dorm.
Which brings us to now. Fresh out the shower, Georgia towel drying her hair, so certain that she's here in the dormitory alone.
She walks damp, still and wrapped in a towel, to her room to dress. She froze, seeing Dream with her regular fling -Punz- Pinned to the wall of her side of the room.
"Georgia-"
She tightens her towel and sprints out without a word.
"Georgia! Fuck." Dream slams her hand against the wall.
Punz looks up to her, fluttering her eyelashes playfully. "Go get her. Have her join us, she was cute."
Dream recoils at the thought, convincing a mean virago like Georgia to join her for sex, only to get yelled at in return. She shivers and shakes her head rapidly, which Punz only laughs at.
"No way in hell, she's mean as fuck. Doesn't have a nice bone in her body." Punz giggles again, wrapping her arms around Dream's neck, pulling her into a kiss.
Downstairs, Georgia's wrapped in a blanket. Texting the only person that comes to mind, Tina.
'Is your roomie out again? Need somewhere to sleep tonight.'
She cringes as she sends it, anxiously waiting for a reply. Georgia stares at her red and pink pajama sleeve.
The pink hearts with a red background, her matching set with the other girl she's waiting for a reply from, her set having red hearts and a pink background.
The pajamas were originally a gag gift, Tina gifted to Georgia for Valentines day.
But when she informed her of having a matching set, Georgia was ecstatic and wore them as much as possible.
Her phone dinged, pulling her out of her trance.
"Ya well no but we can share my bed :)" Georgia sighed in relief.
Another ding. "Be over in ten?" Georgia could cry. She was so happy, Tina was too sweet for her to handle.
Tina's room was always so welcoming, a pale pink color and an entire room all to herself, her double bed sat in the middle of the room, her tan desk pushed against the small body length window.
The desk is coated and covered in papers, makeup, makeup stains and perfume bottles.
Her white dresser opposite the desk across the room on the other side of her bed.
Georgia was jealous, the Dean clearly had his favorites and Georgia was not damn near one of them. Choosing to stick her in a dorm with her sworn enemy since high school.
Tina sat on her side of the bed, wearing her matching set with Georgia. She reaches out to her, "Come on, I know you wanna talk about it." Tina pats next to her when Georgia doesn't move to sit on her side.
Georgia sits by the pillows on her side of the bed, she huffs. "I hate her. I really do." Georgia balls her fists into soft pants.
Tina leans in, listening.
"I just.. I don't understand what her problem is. She has no issue just bringing whoever back to the dorm- our dorm, the dorm we have to share." Georgia clamps her mouth shut, set in a line she stops talking.
"Georgia?" Tina asks worriedly.
"Why do I always have to clean her messes?" Georgia's eyes water over. "I'm so tired of her. But- I just can't seem to get away from her."
Tina wraps her arms around Georgia. "It'll be alright, it always is. I'll help you through this, I promise."
Georgia nods into Tina's shoulder, blinking back tears. She's not going to cry over some priss, and she sure as shit isn't going to stain Tina's pajama shirt with useless tears.
The two girls used to be really close, in elementary and middle school some parts of high school but of course something had to happen to drive them apart.
Their mothers keep in touch today, and neither parent knows what happened between them.
Georgia doesn’t know what ever happened to her and Dream’s friendship.
The blonde just stopped attempting to hang out with her, it started with small things only talking in school, to just talking about school related topics in school to full on avoidance.
“Fine!” Georgia balled up her fists one day in junior year. “If you don’t wanna talk to me anymore, that's fine!” Her voice was trembling, but she refused to cry.
Clearly Dream didn’t care enough about her if dropping a 12 year friendship came so easy to her.
Until that all came to a head in freshman year in college, Georgia decided to live on campus, so paying rent for a small apartment wouldn’t have to be on her list of debts along with her college tuition fees.
And then, she saw her roommate. Well she met Sapnap, she met Sam. Then she met Dream. Again. The two just stared at each other in silence that felt like forever.
Georgia was the one that finally broke the tension by turning away. She had enough of Dream’s confused riddled face. Dragging her suitcase upstairs.
She still remembers the argument she had with Dream over who was taking what side of the room because Sapnap refused to share a room with Dream, she also got to Sam, telling them that Dream couldn’t be trusted.
It was playful banter, seeing as Dream smiled after Sapnap had said that. The two were obviously fast friends.
Georgia on the other hand wasn’t friends per say with anyone in her own dorm. They know she exists,but she doesn’t participate in their occasional drinking parties, or their spring break celebrations.
Over time Dream gets cockier and more- more of an asshole than what Georgia remembers.
Dream in middle school was the sweetest soul she’s ever met. Compared to now she’s a complete nightmare, opposite of what her nickname may entail.
The night passes way too quickly for Georgia’s liking, it’s a weekend. A Saturday. She doesn’t have anywhere to be, no classes to go to.
But Dream, she’s failing 90% of her classes, so she has Saturday and Sunday school that she has to go to, she usually is dragged by Sapnap when she tries to ditch.
The first time Dream came home with a bad grade was their first test in Forensic Science. She came in, kicked the door nearly off its hinges and tore the paper to shreds and went out after throwing her bag, nearly hitting the face of the TV.
She came back late at night when Georgia was in bed, with a man. Dream clearly didn’t mind having an audience, Georgia was still in the same room as the man undressed her, then shoved her onto Dream’s bed.
The two were loud enough to make Georgia leave the dormitory entirely.
That’s when she started sleeping with Tina. The two girls would share a bed, and Tina would comfort her after witnessing something as traumatic as Dream being fucked by some random.
Sometimes, during casual moments of Georgia making breakfast for herself, she would feel eyes staring at her. Green eyes. Staring- no burning the back of her head. Yet, she wouldn’t say anything.
So Georgia started taking her breakfast to her room, bowls of cereal, plates of cheesy eggs and bacon, plate full of pancakes, topped with butter and sugary syrup. She remembered the hungry stare Dream gave her going up the stairs, while she licked the syrup off her hand.
She started bringing the bottle of syrup up to her room to complete her breakfast there after that.
(that she paid for herself)
Today was no different than any other Saturday. Dream came back at 4 pm on the dot.
Papers crumpled in her aggravated fists.
Brows drawn together in irritation, teeth grinding probably to dust in her mouth muttering profanities about how she should’ve never gone to college.
Georgia couldn’t agree more. As she sat lounging alone on the couch watching whatever on her phone, she watched Dream through her peripheral vision.
After months of silence, Dream turns to Georgia. Irritated. “Georgia!” the brunette nearly jumped off the couch, startled, her world rattled. She turns to Dream, wide eyed and questionably.
“What?”
“Come upstairs. I need to relieve some stress.”
Georgia stares blankly at her. “Huh? What’s that got to do with me?”
“You’re the closest tolerable person right now, so come on. I need to-”
Georgia sits up, “Go to one of your flings dorms. Don’t you have that one girl’s number?”
“That one girl?” At that Dream stills. All tension and irritation floods from her body in an instant. She stands there, frozen with a blank look on her face staring dead at Georgia. Almost in disbelief. Almost.
In another moment, another instant it all comes back, probably worse than before. “That one girl!??”
Dream clamps her fists around nothing, as if choking the air at her sides.
“That one girl is off limits! She- she wants me to-” She cuts herself off once she starts pacing the living room. Georgia watches silently.
“Oh what the fuck am I telling you for, just- c’mon.” She yanks Georgia up by the wrist.
“Hey! Ow! What are you saying?”
Dream yanks her toward the stairs behind the TV set.
Georgia wriggles in Dream’s grasp. Her hand never loosens even for a moment.
“Hey! Claire!”
And suddenly it’s like the world stopped, all color drained from Dream in front of her, the world moved in slow motion, but she couldn’t move fast enough to dodge or even expect what happened next.
Smack.
The sound of Dream’s palm colliding with Georgia’s face with enough force to make her stumble. She would’ve fallen if Dream still weren’t gripping her so tightly.
Georgia brings a hand to her reddened cheek, her eyes water from the slap. She wasn’t crying, but the lump in her throat told another story.
She swallowed, Dream’s talking, but she doesn’t care to listen. Nor does she even look at her.
The floor is wooden and cold under her bare feet, the swirls of darker colored wood combining with lighter colors captivate Georgia, until the swirls of color become blurry with tears. No. No. No she’s not crying. She isn’t. She’s 25 years old, hasn’t been hit a day in her life until now, she was not fucking crying.
Dream pulls her again, yelling directly into her ear. “Hey! Are you listening?”
Georgia doesn’t move. She’s still captivated by the floor. The cold wooden floor.
She searches for her voice behind the lump in her throat. Searches for that unwavering confidence that her voice won’t tremble, and break like it did years ago in junior year of high school.
They’re in their junior year of college. She isn’t crying.
Her eyes tell a different story even if Dream can’t see them.
“Georgia!” Her grip is released and placed on both shoulders. Dream grabs her by her shoulders. Voice way softer than need be, Dream talks again, “Hey.. I.. I’m sorry.” Her hand releases one of her shoulders, coming to stroke her red cheek, now tear stained.
Has she been crying this entire time? Is that why Dream’s being so nice?
“Hey.. hey, don’t cry. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hit you, I promise, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Georgia is pulled into Dream’s arms, she’s limp, almost lifeless. She’s completely unsettled.
Dream kisses her cheek, it’s wet, wetter than her cheek, but she can tell there’s regret laced in the kisses she presses to her face.
Dream kisses her cheek like it’s gonna make the mark on her face go away quicker.
But Georgia turns away before Dream collides with her lips on accident, her arms come between them to pull away from Dream, she’s freed from her arms without a fight.
“Sorry.” is all Dream says, “I don’t- I don’t know what came over me.”
Georgia nods, still not trusting her voice even though the lump in her throat is long gone.
Dream waits days until the mark on Georgia's face is gone to speak again.
Without the sound of doors slamming, the sound of Dream's deep and sultry voice ringing somewhere in the dorm it was quiet. Too quiet.
Not to say Georgia wasn't enjoying the silence. She was, this gave her time and the silence to sit and clean her cluttered desk to use for its original purpose.
Until today, Georgia walked into Dream's back, stumbling back after tucking her phone away. Dream had turned to see her but didn't yell like expected, she only muttered an apology and walked off.
Outside of the dorm Dream acted like herself. She was loud and rowdy, drinking with her friends but would never bring them back to her dorm.
Until today. She started slowly, as if testing the waters; only bringing her friends from bars she'd met that same night but they'd never see upstairs.
Georgia wasn't happy about her roommate's kind streak ending, but she wasn't going to confront her until it became a problem again.
Again, until this moment. Dressing and drying her hair; Georgia had been in the midst of brushing her teeth for bed, and pulling on pajama shorts for bed, her free hand racing around her dresser for a hair tie when Dream barged in with another girl- Punz.
Georgia's eyes widened, her toothbrush would've fallen, if her natural reaction wasn't to clamp her jaw shut in surprise.
The two girls stared at her, as if she were the one who wasn't supposed to be there.
"Dream, I thought you said she wouldn't be here." Punz’s eyebrows furrowed in worry.
Dream just looked down to the older woman in her arms and smirked. "It'll be alright, she loves to watch." Dream's eyes rise to meet Georgia's. "Don't you, Georgie?"
Georgia heard the bristles of her brush snap between her teeth. Her eyebrows push together in irritation.
"You're sick."
Dream chuckles, low and hot. Too sexy for a twisted sex freak like her, but it comes out of her nonetheless, shoulders shaking as if she's mocking her. "Says the one that watched me get fucked by Michael."
Dream smiled, like she had something on her. "Is that his name?" Georgia crossed her arms, stance spreading out, like she's blocking the two from coming and closer into her domain.
Georgia tilted her head, crossed arms further tightening across her small chest, "Sorry, didn't stay to learn his name or see face." Georgia's eyebrows push in annoyance, hoping her words got under Claire's skin.
They did. The blonde growled, "You-" Punz cut her off, by pulling away.
Coming closer to Georgia, taking careful steps as if approaching a rabid animal.
"Do you.. want to join?" Punz says a taunt- no tease clear in her tone.
Georgia searches her eyes, as if she'll say anything other than no. Georgia's arms tighten impossibly closer to her chest, eyes glaring down at the other blonde woman, teasing and taunting her with her body.
Georgia is silent, the answer is obvious.
"What, not into women? Or are you a virgin?" Punz leans forward, into Georgia's space.
Georgia stares at her, hoping she'll get the hint and leave. But she never does, only getting closer. Placing gentle fingertips on flexed biceps, tickling up to her neck to jaw. Punz, taller than the other woman, stares into bored brown eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" Punz asks, her voice soft, barely heard. Georgia has half the mind to clean her ears out and ask her to repeat the question, it's taken her so far aback.
Dream's by her side, stroking at long brunette hair, pushing it behind her ear, leaning against the shell of her ear, she breathes heavily. "Answer her." Dream lays small kisses on the shell of Georgia's reddening ears.
Punz still staring into Georgia's eyes, she grasps Georgia's forearms, pulling them apart to slot herself between, to kiss at her neck. Punz lowers Georgia's hands to rest on her waist.
Keeping her hands over smaller pale fingers, to keep her from yanking away as she and Dream attack her ears and neck.
"I really, really wanna kiss you. Georgia? Was it?" Punz looks up through thick eyelashes. "Please? Just one kiss?" Georgia flinches away when Punz leans closer.
"Get out." Georgia says, she's flustered, she's almost flattered, but this isn't how she wants her first time to be.
Punz pulls back, worried. She looks to Dream for assistance. Dream strokes Georgia's cheek, making the girl flinch, her breath hitches.
Dream turns to face her, "Can we kiss you, pretty girl?" Georgia can't hide her face, she wants to turn away but Dream's holding her face, and Punz is still mouthing at her neck, making her release small pleasured sounds. The nickname drenching her panties, she wants to say yes but-
But, what?
Why was she so mad again?
Was this a part of a roleplay, or something?
Georgia's mind went blank she nodded, Dream grinning evilly, her hands finding purchase on a small waist, pulling her into plush lips.
Punz smiles, pulling away from Georgia's neck to eye her chest. "So small.. so perky." Punz grabs Georgia's breast making her jump, she smiles rolling her nipple with her index finger above the thin fabric of her pajama shirt.
"Can we undress you baby?" Dream asks once Georgia's lips are swollen and red. Georgia is hesitant, glancing at Dream's bed she shakes her head.
"No, I-"
"Awe lost your gusto? Your streak of good girl gone bad?" Dream teases.
"Or do you just not want us to fucking ruin you?" Punz finishes for the other.
Twin smiles and giggles reach Georgia's flushed ears and watery eyes.
"No- no this-'' Suddenly Georgia remembers why she was mad. She pushes both girls away, making a beeline for the door, but both girls stop her grabbing at her shirt.
"Do you not want to?" Dream asks.
Punz also looks worried. "Did you change your mind?"
Georgia snatches her shirt away from their grip. "I never had any intent on doing this with either of you. Let alone both of you."
Punz grabs her again, pulling her into both of their arms. "What about this?" Punz looks to Dream, a secret momentary conversation between them, and suddenly they're on the same page.
"What if we don't undress you?" Dream says.
"We can just make you feel good above your clothes, and with our bodies, until you're ready."
"And, you can always say no, and tell us to stop at any point." Punz gives the smaller girl a comforting look.
Georgia stares at the both of them like they had just grown a second head.
"I-"
"We understand if you don't want to do it."
Georgia presses her lips together. "Okay.." She says, gaze dropping to the floor.
"Okay?" Both blondes repeat.
Georgia nods, "Okay." She says a little louder.
Dream is the first to undress, sitting on her bed, waiting for Punz to break away from Georgia's lips so she could get undressed as well. She also wanted to kiss Georgia.
Georgia was pulled into Dream's lap, once Punz momentarily pulled away. Dream tilted her head back to meet her lips again. Punz pouted, sitting between Georgia's legs.
"Honey.." Punz’s hand cupped Dream's face, making her pull from Georgia.
"Yes baby?"
"Kiss me too." Punz says leaning forward, breasts pressing against Georgia's.
"Anything for you." Dream leans toward Punz, their lips locking moments too long to be comfortable for Georgia stuck between them.
Subconsciously, Dream's hand comes to part Georgia's thighs, her fingers tracing where tiny pajama shorts cover- her clit. Georgia's thighs jerk in shock, her mouth opens in an obscene moan.
Dream does it again, pressing harder, urging Georgia to rut against her hand.
"Cmon baby.." Dream mutters into Punz’s lips. She's not sure who it was meant for.
The two break away for air, Punz smiling down at Georgia's flushed face. "Feel good, puppy?" Georgia doesn't respond, only looking down at Dream's hand, pressing against the pearl of her covered clit, whining softly.
"God, wanna see your pretty pussy so bad." Punz lowers herself between Georgia's legs. "Are you wet?" Punz asks, looking up to Georgia, who offers no response.
"C'mon doll, answer her." Dream nudges her.
Reluctantly Georgia's gaze meets Punz again. She nods pressing, her lips together.
And Punz moans in satisfaction. "God. Wanna see so bad." And before Georgia can even whimper in response, it's cut off with a high moan, from Punz burying her nose into Georgia's cunt.
Her panties bunching up from the pressure, pressing onto her clit, makes her hips twitch.
"Can I do something, baby doll?" Dream asks from behind her. "I promise I won't touch you, but I want to do something under your shorts."
Georgia's eyebrows furrow, but she nods. "Y- yes.. that's fine." Dream smiles, and presses a kiss to her temple.
"Thank you, doll." And Dream's hand is in her shorts, but just as promised she doesn’t attempt to reach for her soaked cunt, just the sides of her panties.
But Dream pulls pressing the panties against her clit, sliding and pressing between slick lips. Georgia all but yells, head jerking back, falling onto Dream's shoulder as her thighs wet.
She trembles from Dream yanking her panties up her cunt. She came.
"Aww, did you cum just from that?" Punz says rising from placing kisses on Georgia's thighs.
"Can I touch you over your panties?" Dream asks into Georgia's ear.
The brunette nods. "Please.. please.. wanna cum again."
"So dirty.. such a dirty girl." Dream teases, her hands lower Georgia's drenched shorts. Georgia pauses.
"Wait- wait, stop." And Dream stops, Punz pulls from her legs. "You- you said, you weren't going to undress me."
Dream's eyebrows upturn, "You're right, I'm sorry sweetie. I got carried away." Dream says softly fixing Georgia's shorts.
Her hand stays in her pants. Punz pouts at this.
"I wanna feel." She says, grinding on Georgia's thigh. "Georgia? Can I feel you here too?" Punz asks.
Georgia is reluctant, somewhere in between the sobering thought and worry, that Dream was going to touch her despite what she said, the entirety of Punz’s whole existence, she had the idea to pull away from both of them and just leave.
But she doesn’t, instead she nods. Tongue feeling too heavy for words.
"Y- yeah.." She manages.
Punz smiles and peels back Georgia's shorts. "I'm not taking them off, promise." Punz leans closer to her pelvis. Her pink panties hid brown curls from sight.
Punz places a kiss there.
Georgia fights the whines that bubble in her throat, Dream's hands and fingers toying with sensitive nipples, Punz’s sloppy kisses trailing down the seat of her shorts to kiss hungrily at her clit.
Georgia twists and pulls away as if there weren't another sensation she'd be pulling into. Dream's hands grab handfuls of tiny tits, snickering at how Georgia squirms when her hand slides over a hardened bud.
"You like that? Such a dirty girl." Dream says pinching and twisting the irate swollen skin. "Gonna cum from a few indirect kisses to your clit and me playing with your cute little tits?"
Georgia shakes her head, pulling from Dream's hands, but they tighten, pulling her back into place by the chest.
"Don't start being bad, you were doing so good. Such a good girl for us." Punz teases, slapping Georgia's thigh. Georgia and Dream both wince.
Dream's hand comes down to sooth the angry red on her thigh.
The bath was the most awkward part. Georgia refused to the ends of the earth to get in with them. Coming up with "That tub is too small for all three of us!" and "That would defeat the purpose of why I refused to undress."
Georgia sat on her bed, on her phone until her eyes drifted toward Dream's on her bed.
As if inviting her to investigate, the screen lit up.
It was a text from someone.
Georgia looked to the bedroom door and got up to check the phone.
The message read. "Did you fuck her yet?' Another one popped up soon after. 'Your roomie??"
Georgia stared at the message in disbelief.
It was all a ploy, a plot Punz probably was in on. Georgia unlocked Dream's phone, going through the messages.
"Yeah it'll be a little more of a challenge but I think I can get to her. Yk?"
Georgia dropped her phone in shock, backing away as if she just saw something taboo and offended her in some way.
This couldn’t be about her right? Dream doesn’t live with just her, there’s Sapnap and Sam- but she’s slept with Sapnap no surprise and Sam.. Sam has a girlfriend.
The person sent laughing emojis, but there was nothing funny about this situation.
Georgia grit her teeth. She turned the blonde's phone off and stormed out of the room.
Her pajama shorts shifted uncomfortably around her legs, suddenly too short. Her now cold arousal further ruining her already sour mood.
She had no plans on where to go, staying with Tina two nights in a row made her look desperate and incompetent in solving her own issues.
She snatched sweatpants off the floor of the laundry room under the stairs, balling her shorts and underwear up and shoving them deep in the pockets.
Her jaw locks from how hard her teeth are clamped together.
Maybe she should go back upstairs and talk to them. Take a bath, calm down and have a conversation about this like normal people.
But what Georgia did wasn't normal. Least not to her definition of normal. Her standards.
"Georgia?" Dream's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "What're you doing down here?"
Georgia is silent. Dream sighs.
"Look, I know you don't want me seeing you naked- but Punz she's waiting for you in the bathroom." Dream offers a smile, even though Georgia's back is facing her.
Georgia is conflicted, she stands staring daggers at the washer in front of her. Finally she turns to face Dream, her face blank even though there are layers of frustration underneath.
"Was this so you could show off to your friends?"
"What?" Dream huffs, eyebrows furrowing.
"I saw.. the message. Asking if you fucked your roommate yet. Tell me Claire. Was it just so you can tell your friends how easy I am!?"
"Georgia.. no.. no of course not I-"
"Then what was it? Who was that message directed to?"
"Ok- okay it was about you but- but-"
Georgia pushed through Dream, storming out of the laundry room. "Georgia!" Dream grabs Georgia's waist, pulling her back into her. "Please. Let me explain."
Dream buries her nose into Georgia's brunette hair. Arms lock around Georgia's frozen frame. "I'm so sorry." Dream's big hands come to clasp around Georgia's arms, her sides and her hips. Dream presses apologetic kisses to her neck.
"The last thing I wanna do is hurt you by not explaining." Dream grips Georgia's hips. "It was a bet. A dumb bet during a game I was playing at the bar a while back."
"Months ago actually. But- you were just so mad at me during those months, you never spoke to me and- I was just an asshole to you."
"You betted on how willing I was to sleep with you?"
Dream jolted, "No! No! I know that's what it sounds like but I swear that's not the intent!" Dream holds Georgia by the shoulders turning her to face her. "I just want things to go back to the way they were when we were kids." Dream's eyes soften.
Georgia shrugs her off her shoulders and walks upstairs silently. She needs a moment of peace. But before that- she walks into the bathroom where Punz is scrolling on her phone.
"Get out." Georgia says sternly .
Punz looks up bewildered, her eyes softened into a smile. "Well hello to you too." She purrs, rising from the tub, leaning over to pull Georgia close to the edge. "Did you miss me?"
Punz asks, aiming to kiss Georgia's lips again. She pouts when Georgia dodges.
"Do you not want a kiss?" Punz asks, puckering her lips. Georgia is silent, staring at one of the many mirrors. "Ohh, I see." Punz steps out of the tub, onto the towel below. .
"Can I undress you darling?" Punz asks, it's whispered into Georgia's ear.
Georgia shakes her head. "You need to go."
Punz’s eyebrows upturned. "Why is it time for you and Dream to fuck one on one or something?"
Georgia scowls, "She'll be leaving as well." Georgia cranes her vision to the door for a quick glance.
"Oh are you mad at us?"
Georgia finally turns back to Punz. Arms cross over each other again and Punz raises her eyebrows, whistling at Georgia's change in demeanor. "Back to square one. I guess I'll have to ruin you all by myself."
Punz leans over Georgia's locked arms and kisses at her neck. She's surprised when Georgia pulls away. "What are you doing? Unless you and Dream-"
"This isn't roleplay Punz. It never was."
Punz's eyes widened. "What-" Punz wraps herself in her towel and storms out of the bathroom, probably in search of Dream.
Maybe it was the guilt, or maybe she just felt bad for her for god knows why or maybe it just didn't have anything to do with Dream at all but Georgia- much to her displeasure- agreed to run the charity race in Dream's place.
But only because Dream agreed to do anything Georgia asked after when she wanted.
The charity spokeswoman that came to their college didn't deserve to be stood up like that. Even though in Georgia's opinion she didn't really care about the outcome.
Dream informed Georgia that she was on a team called the 'Demons'. There were others she was competing against called 'The Lions, The Pirates and The Red Horns.'
Georgia rolled her eyes at the assembly of corny names all starting in 'The' whatever.
Georgia stood in the blaring sun at 10 am in the morning in what was supposed to be Dream's uniform. Dark red outlined jersey sleeveless shirt and shorts dropping to mid thigh. Georgia wore a sweater over it.
Walking to the gym, 10 minutes to ten she sees Dream with her respective friend group, smiling and laughing until she too sees her. Georgia had turned away by then, facing the doors of the gym, hoping to go back to avoiding Dream again.
"Georgia!" Dream calls her over, she brings her friend group up with her to talk with the brunette. "Good luck, I hope you win for me." Dream grins, but something is off. Dream uncaps her drink and pours it over Georgia's sweater.
Georgia jolts back with a gasp. "Better take that off before it stains your uniform." Dream's sinister grin only grows.
Georgia glares at Dream and rushes to the locker rooms nearby.
Her uniform was saved but her leaving her white sweater's cola stain to set for 30 minutes to an hour made her whine in frustration. She slammed the locker closed.
Georgia glares, she scowls even. When she looked up into the bleachers she saw Dream sitting with Karl, Sapnap and Quackity on the Pirates team.
She knew Dream saw her too, their eyes locked and Dream smirked.
The race itself wasn't as hard as Dream made it out to be, the Pirates and the Redhorns gaining miles on her, occasionally in front of her, but Georgia came in first in the end.
The entirety of the race was annoying, having to shake hands with the other racers and the directors of the entire event, taking much longer than needed be. When all she wanted was to go home and wash her poor sweater before the stain sets forever.
Georgia gets her wish once 11am hits. She races to the dorm, first one there, first one to the laundry room. Georgia pours bleach over her white sweater and sprays it frantically with stain cleaners before tossing it in with her shorts and underwear from days ago.
She had forgotten them in the pocket of her sweatpants, too ashamed to even touch or even think about them in fear of bringing up memories of that day.
The washer was loud when it chirped, snapping Georgia from her thoughts of bashing Dream and her friends' heads in when she sees them.
But mainly Quackity, how dare she root for another team, how dare she sit next to Dream and still have the audacity to smile at her. She sat on the couch scrolling through her phone.
She was in the middle of switching her clothes from the washer to the drier, when Dream burst in.
Dream was panting heavily, she held her body against the door, as if someone were chasing her and they were coming to break the door down.
Frantically, her eyes surveyed the room when they finally landed on Georgia.
"Georgia! Thank fucking god." Dream grins, grabbing onto petite shoulders.
Georgia shrugs her off, leveling her with a glare that makes Dream step back a bit. "Hey- so can you tell the Dean we're not bullying you?"
Georgia is silent, her glare hardens. "Please?" Georgia is still silent.
She turns back to her laundry and turns the dryer on. Dream stops her at the door, "Hey- are you still mad? A- about Saturday?"
Georgia still doesn't answer her, avoiding the topic she turns to the dryer. "What were you in the Dean's office for?" She chose to say.
"W- Well I wasn't in his office I just- we- Sap and I were- we were walking around campus and-"
"You know what, I don't care." Georgia pushes past Dream and goes to reclaim her place on the couch, getting under her blankets.
Dream followed her, "Ok! Ok, bottom line the Dean somehow thinks that you living here is like, dangerous for whatever reason. And the night checks they do sometimes they don't see you here." Dream explains. "And the Dean's getting suspicious."
Georgia is silent again. "He should be." She stares at her phone, hoping Dream will take the hint and go away.
But she doesn't, instead she goes on. "Georgia, no one here is bullying you though- bullying is a childish word don't you think?"
Georgia glares at Dream. "Bully- is a word childish and immature enough to fit your description." She glares.
Dream glares back, her arms cross. "You-" She sighs, dropping into the chair next to the couch.
"Are you gonna talk to him or not?" Dream decides to say after moments of silence.
Georgia looks up to the ceiling, she flops over on her side shortly after. "I've been meaning to, so yes. I will get this all cleared up."
Georgia’s visit to the Dean’s office was accompanied by her duffle bag that she hid outside his office underneath a chair.
When she stepped inside the office, the blinding light from the curtainless window behind the Dean’s desk blinded her.
The walls in the small room are lined with dark wooden bookshelves, filled to the brim with books of all sizes and topics, the occasional family picture atop the shelfs.
“Georgia.” The Dean rose from his chair. “You were assigned room 204- or dorm 204 living with Claire Anderson, Nicky Stoll, and Sam Huguly, yes?”
Georgia nods, “Yes, I’ve been living there since freshman year.”
“I’ve noticed- from our reports here- from dormitory checks that you have a nasty streak of being where you’re not supposed to be.”
The Dean sits back down, “Now- Miss Davidson- you know the penalty for being out past curfew too many times.”
“No, no sir I don’t.”
“It’s suspension.”
“Sir- me staying out past my curfew is unrelated to my time in school-”
“I know Georgia. You’re a good student, which is why I am offering to relocate you and move dorms.”
As much as Georgia liked the idea of moving out of her dorm to relocate she knew moving so late in the year would raise questions that would put the moving process behind her personal schedule, and then adjusting to her new roommates- No. She didn’t want to live in a dorm anymore.
“Would you deem it possible for me to have a dorm alone? So this situation doesn’t repeat with- with different people?” Georgia decided to ask, she continued, seeing the look of confusion on the Dean’s face.
“Or I can rent a hotel? Just for a few days?”
The principal drops his head in his hands, running worn fingers through blonde locks, he clenches his fists and sighs, a long and tortured sound.
"Will you still be able to make it to your classes on time and complete assignments as per usual?"
Georgia nods, "Yes Sir."
"Then of course." Georgia’s eyes light up, her hands clasp together behind her back.
“But before anything I need to write you something similar to a- a permission slip.” The Dean shifts through his drawers pulling out a clipboard and a sheet of paper, dropping it carelessly in front of him on his desk while he searches for a pen.
Georgia watches as he signs and fills out the page, and scribbles out something supposedly a name.
“This ‘permission slip’ is for you, well for our documents here- well for you, because you are leaving the school.”
Georgia nods in acknowledgement.
She walks out of the Dean’s office in search of her bag, she wasn’t so sure he would even consider the idea of letting her move out. She smiled, finding it under the same chair untouched. Then, she looked up to see Dream with Sapnap. They turned to her, smiling widely.
“Hey-a Geo. I assume you cleared the air with Principal Victor right?” Dream smiles so her cheeks crease her eyes. But it’s eerie, like she expects something, something bad.
Georgia feels the hair on the back of her neck stand up, when both girl’s eyes follow her arms to the bag in her hands.
“What’s the bag for?” The question she was begging her not to ask had been said after moments of awkward silence.
“It’s nothing important, just laundry.”
Dream tilts her head while Sapnap puts her hand on her hip. “Why’d you take it out of the dorm? We have a laundry room for that, Georgia.”
She was starting to sweat, she prayed it wasn’t visible, she turned and her eyes darted behind her. A door, a wall- brick. “Look- I really have to get going, this- I’m going to a laundromat off campus because of a family member’s birthday.”
Sapnap looked at Dream. Dream looked at Sapnap. Another silent conversation going on over Georgia’s head. The two snap their attention back to Georgia.
Dream steps behind Georgia, Sapnap’s gaze falls onto her bag.
Georgia’s hands clench her bag, twisting away from Sapnap, Dream’s arms wrapping around her waist, lifting her up. Georgia struggles, she twists and turns, her knuckles turning white palms turning red, the rough fabric of the bag handle digging cuts into her skin.
When Dream yanks her off the ground she takes this chance to kick Sapnap away, the blow landing on the other woman’s stomach, making her double over and hold her stomach.
Dream releases a hand from Georgia, twisting the handle of her bag out of her hands. Like Sapnap, Georgia allows herself to twist in Dream’s hold and knee her in the gut once her feet touch the ground.
Until Dream too doubles over and her bag is freed from Dream’s hands.
She yanks her bag from their hands and runs from the dean's office before she could be dragged back in with Dream and Sapnap.
Her hotel turned into getting a temporary apartment and it’s beautiful. A luxury one room apartment room with a kitchen and (separate room) bathroom. Two plus size beds, white sheets and soft pillows, adorned with her plushies she picked up from her dorm, her newly claimed bed looked absolutely perfect.
The window beside her bed gave her a perfect view of the beach owned by the landlord below.
Georgia sighs, pressing her hands against the window, peering down at the beach goers.
Her phone ringing pulled her out of her thoughts of going down to the beach herself.
She grumbled seeing it was Dream.
Reluctantly, she answered.
It had only been a few hours since she kicked both her and Sapnap in the stomach. So why is she calling so soon?
"Hey Georgia! Finally you picked up!" She could hear the music in the background. It was muffled but she could hear it.
Georgia was silent, waiting for Dream's next choice of words.
"Hey uh- I'm kinda too drunk to go home with anybody right now and i- can't call an Uber since they don't drive out this far. So.." Dream trails off and the more she talks Georgia can hear just how drunk she is.
"Can you come get me?" Dream finally asks after moments of silence. Georgia was sure she had fallen asleep.
"Hello? Georgia?" The brunette sighs, pinching her nose bridge.
"Send me the address."
Dream smiles on the other end. She nods, before she realizes that Georgia can't see her.
"Okay!"
Georgia scowls, finding herself in the middle of someone's living room, crowded with seas of people, looking for a tall blonde headed woman.
She clicks her tongue finding the woman conversing with a group of people. Georgia notices the tallest there, a man with his arm wrapped around a shorter girl that has to be under 21.
Georgia slows her approach, the fluorescent lights in the kitchen make that room much brighter than the rest of the dimmed house.
She watches Dream take her phone out, at which Georgia rushes to fish her own out of her own pocket, shooting Dream a text that she's arrived.
"I'm outside."
Short, simple and to the point. A lie.
Sort of.
Dream looks up from her phone, brows furrowed. She looks over to the dance floor and Georgia is quick to hide behind the bodies of people dancing intoxicated, their movements sluggish and slow but still in rhythm with the music.
"Come inside." Dream had replied.
Georgia rolls her eyes, she eyes the door from her spot in the middle of the living room/ dance floor.
She gives it some time before she shoves past bodies, reaching out to yank Dream's arm back. "Let's go." Her voice is firm and final. There is no room for argument but of course Dream found wiggle room.
"Awe, but Georgia, you just got here. C'mon let's go dance."
Georgia grimaces, her nose scrunches in disgust. "Absolutely not." Georgia pulls her hand away and crosses her arms.
Dream's eyes light up as she turns back to her group from earlier, she pulls Georgia into her side, "Guys! This is my girlfriend, Georgia!" She says with a wide grin.
Georgia's grimace turns into a glare, she stares at Dream in disbelief. "Isn't she just the cutest?" Dream leans down, pressing her lips to the crown of Georgia's head.
"Totally adorable, she's so short." The girl Georgia spotted earlier says, twirling her hair with her fingers. "Is she gonna join us later?"
"I dunno," Dream nudges Georgia. "Are you gonna join us Georgie?"
Georgia's judgemental stare moves from the odd couple in front of her to Dream at her side. "Join what?" She spits rudely.
"Must you always be so cold to me, my love?" Dream giggles, hugging Georgia closer.
The brunette pushes her away. Her arms return to cross across her chest. "Are you coming or what? Answer me or I'm leaving you here."
"What- No Georgia please join us! Don't leave me." Dream whines.
"You still haven't answered that question."
"For sex of course. Jona, Venessia and I, we’re all gonna go upstairs into one of the master bedrooms but, I thought of you." Dream smiles sweetly.
Georgia crinkled her nose. OK she must really be drunk. But for a drunk person she's holding herself up pretty well with no support, her sentences aren't slurred either.
Georgia narrows her eyes. "I'm leaving."
Dream grabs her arm. "We don't have to do it with them, we can go into a separate bedroom or something."
Georgia yanks her arm away. "We aren't-"
"Is something wrong, Dream?" The tall guy interrupts. "Does she not wanna do it?"
"No, it's not- like that, I just want to make sure she's alright and comfortable with it first."
Georgia scowls, and yanks Dream by her arm. "We're leaving."
She tosses Dream into the backseat of her truck before Dream can even get a word in, she slams the door.
Georgia gets into the driver's seat and pulls out of the long driveway.
She's silent as Dream babbles on in the backseat.
"When did you get so strong Georgia? That was impressive, you dragged me like a ragdoll back there!"
Then silence.
Dream speaks again.
"Georgia? Can you sleep in my bed tonight? With me- I mean." Georgia doesn't answer her. "I- I don't mean it in an inappropriate way, it's just that- you know we haven't bonded like that since we were kids. We used to have sleepovers every weekend!"
Dream waits for Georgia to reply, have a reaction..anything. But nothing.
Georgia grips the steering wheel, and clenches her jaw. "Georgia, please.."
"Please what? What could you possibly want!? Why do you think it's fun to torment me like this!? Is it funny? Enjoyable?"
Dream is stunned into silence. "No.. of course not I just.. I thought that if I acted more.. obvious that I liked you then you would.. want to hang out with me more again."
Georgia pulled over on the side of the street. She sank back in her seat, ready to jump in the back seat and wrap her hands around Dream's neck and strangle the life out of her.
Instead she sighs and lets her palms slide down the sides of the steering wheel.
"Dream."
The blonde looks up. "Yes?"
"When I drop you off at your dorm. I never want to speak to you again after this." Georgia finalizes.
"What.." Dream gasps.
"Delete my number, don't call me. Don't even acknowledge my existence. It's the least you can do." Georgia starts up the truck again, but doesn’t move to pull off.
"But Georgia- listen to me please I- I understand that you hate me, I know- I know I'm a giant asshole-"
"I don't hate you." Georgia grips the steering wheel again. "If I hated you I would have just left you with those people. Or never answered the phone to begin with. I know you didn't want to have sex with any of them." Georgia turns to Dream. "Did you?"
She shakes her head looking down to the floor. "I never wanted to sleep with most of the people I did. I just.. thought that if I preoccupy my mind, that I'll forget about how much you hate me and.. and how we'll never be friends again."
Dream leans her head on the back of Georgia's seat.
Georgia clamps her mouth shut. The words 'And who's fault is that?' Die on her tongue, no matter how bad she wants to say them.
She continues driving.
Then rain hits, both girls phones going off about a severe thunderstorm warning, startling their silence.
Georgia jumps to turn it off, she clicks her tongue, speeding up and pulling into the parking lot of her home.
She grabs the umbrella from her door and yanks Dream from the backseat.
"C'mon. Move." Georgia pushes Dream to the front door.
Dream takes in the bright lights of the main lobby as Georgia fishes out her ID and apartment key.
Dream squints to see into Georgia's room, the lights are off but she still attempts to look, while Georgia looks outside.
She sighs plopping down on the bed closest to the window after she closes the curtains.
"Georgia?" Dream startled her out of her thoughts. "Do you have any water, so I can sober up a little?" Georgia stands from her bed and goes over to the kitchen area.
She hands Dream a water bottle.
"Thank you." Dream says quietly.
After Dream's finished her water she stands near the doorway, as if she's not meant to be there. Georgia notices her hesitance.
"What are you doing?"
Dream jumps lightly, "Oh I uh.. just.." She fumbles with her hands.
"Come lie down." Georgia says standing.
"Uh-"
Georgia pulls Dream from the door once in front of her. She pulls her more into the room by her wrists and pushes her back until Dream hits the soft white sheets of a bed.
Dream's face turns a dark crimson, "Georgia.." her breath hitches.
But the moment doesn't last until she realizes there's two beds and the bed she was shoved into was the one near the wall.
"So the deal..? About the race? You won't make me do something insane right?"
"I think I'm the one setting the standard here, unless you've forgotten our deal?" Dream rapidly shakes her head.
Her gaze on the other hardens into a glare. Dream flinches, suddenly feeling cold despite the warmth of the room.
Dream nods, waiting for her orders.
They stand, mutually facing each other.
It's silent as Georgia pretends to ponder, making a show of gazing up at the ceiling, grasping her chin as if she's wondering what she'll make the other do.
But the way her eyes flick to Dream almost immediately, and the look on her face tells the blonde woman she knows exactly what she wants from her.
"Beg."
The room rings with silence. Georgia's one word demand rings in the air with silence.
"What..?"
"Are you hard of hearing? Or are you deaf? I said "beg, get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness." Georgia's arms tighten across her chest.
There it is again, the silence as Dream gazes at the floor. She slowly lowers herself to the ground on her knees in front of Georgia.
It's silent still, until Georgia speaks. "Go on, you should also thank me while you're at it, I could have said no to everything."
Georgia pauses but continues, "I ran that race for you, I even allowed you to call me your girlfriend, you should be grateful that I'm not making you do this in front of your.. fling or whatever." Georgia nudges her with the tip of her boot.
"So hurry up. And beg, thank me."
Instead, Dream shoots up from the floor, wrapping her arms around Georgia, startling the girl so much so that she freezes. "What are you doing? I said beg not-"
"Thank you," Dream runs her fingers through Georgia's hair, and pulls lightly at her scalp, pushing her closer to her the crook of her neck, the blonde continues to babble incoherent responses into brunette hair, inhaling her deeply.
"Please.." She says after pulling away, stroking startled strands of hair from her face, Dream's hand stays planted on Georgia's cheek for too long.
"Please.." She says again looking down to pink lips, parted in disturbance. "Please Georgia.. let me kiss you. For real this time. I- I promise you'll like it, j- just one kiss."
"You-" Georgia speaks after moments of silence, long painful moments of her staring at the other traced in a stupor. "You want to kiss me? Now?" She raises a brow, still in utter shock and disbelief.
Dream nods, the icing on the cake if you will. The cherry on top even. This has got to be a joke, a gimmick of some sort.
The moment she says yes or even satisfies her with an answer; Sapnap will pop out with a camera or Punz or whoever the fuck is hiding behind closed doors.
But then again it's just them here. Here in the middle of a storm, in her temporary apartment being paid for by the Principal of her school.
Yet Georgia presses her lips together, pulling away from Dream's warm embrace. "No.." She stares at the blonde in confusion.
There must be something to gain for her or here, but the genuine look of despair and pain on her face like the Brit had just killed her dog in front of her almost makes it believable.
"You- You're serious?" Georgia raises a brow again.
Dream nods silently. "Please.." She whispers weakly. "Wanna hold you and kiss you.. so bad please." Georgia flushes at her words, struggling to hide her face.
"W- when I said to beg this is not what I meant. It's not funny."
" 'M not joking. Georgia please. Let me kiss you. Just once."
Her lips pressed together, she looks at the blonde uncertainty.
"Just once?"
"If you'll let me have more, then I... I want as much as I can have of you, Georgia. I'd- I'd fuck you if you gave me the opportunity to. I'd show you how good I am.. how good I can be for you."
"Oh- oh um.. no.. I.."
"Can I not kiss you Georgia?" Dream asks.
Georgia is silent, mulling it over in her head, the pros and cons of letting her kiss her "for real" but she comes up short on both sides. There are no pros, there are no cons.
They will only come to her after this moment has passed and she lets her lips touch the blonde's even for a second or she just leaves the room.
It's what she should've done, what she could have done, she had the option to leave and Dream couldn't have done anything but stand there and watch her go.
But instead she let her kiss her, she let the blonde's hands find their way onto her body and up her shirt, grasping at lithe hips.
She lets the blonde's tongue fight with hers and she lets her in, she lets her see her in a moment of vulnerability, gasping as the blonde takes and takes.
Her tongue entered her mouth tasting her.
Strong yet strange hands on her body, leaving a tingling feeling all over where her hands run across.
A moment passes, and Dream finally pulls away, hands still up her shirt holding her close. "You taste so good, better than I could ever imagine."
Dream's hands grip again, pulling her impossibly closer. "Georgia, I want more. Please, wanna taste you," her hands travel from her waist to her hips, resting there.
"Dream-"
"We don't have to do it here, we- we can go to a hotel or-"
"Dream-" She continues over her.
"Or- another place- we- we can go to your bed- I-"
"Dream!" Georgia shouts, the blonde clamps her mouth shut.
"Now isn’t a time for nonsense. Don’t be ridiculous.”
Dream's hands pull off Georgia's body, she steps away. A look of fear or hurt in her eyes. "I’m not being ridiculous, Georgia I’m serious." She apologizes. "I'm sorry."
Georgia scoffs, she doesn’t offer a reply. ”I want you, Georgia. I won’t lie about that, and I don't mean it sexually. I want you romantically and I just want to make you happy again.”
Georgia crosses her arms. "And who's fault is that?"
"I know. I know it's mine, it's all my fault." Dream sighed, her hands falling to her sides. “I was just doing what I thought you wanted.”
"You actively avoided me, Dream. So of course I’d grow to resent you.” Georgia says, her teeth grinding in irritation.
"I..I'm sorry."
“Sorry doesn’t excuse the fact that you blew me off for sex. Ages of friendship and you just cut me out of your life because you wanted to sleep around-”
“Georgia it wasn’t like that I swear!” Dream interrupts. “I just thought that you wouldn’t want to see me again.. After that.”
"
Georgia falls back into the chair behind her, her legs cross. "I didn't. For the first few days. I avoided you too. But I was in high school so of course I'd get over it. But you- you avoided me! You never tried to make amends after all these years."
Dream nods. "I forgot..about you until you were right there one day. First day of college, freshman year there in my face, you were as beautiful as ever." Dream blushes at the memory.
Georgia rolls her eyes, fighting the red off her face. “Whatever. Just go to bed already.”
Georgia bundles under her blankets and pulls out her laptop from under her pillow. She taps around and settles in front of it.
Dream can’t help but think she looks adorable like this. Comfortable, silent and focused.
“I love you.”
The whole world stops, and Dream can feel her heart hammering in her chest, her face red and her palms wet with nervous sweat.
It’s like everything is in slow motion when Georgia turns to the blonde, eyes wide and confused pausing whatever had her attention prior.
Like word vomit Dream couldn’t stop the words from spilling from her lips, watching the brunette’s expression shift with every confession.
“I’ve always loved you, since high school- no since middle I was scared of my feelings- feelings for another girl i-it just wasnt natural.” Dream stuttered watching Georgia lean farther back. Subconscious, she’s probably unaware that she’s doing it; her eyebrows push together in confusion.
“I didn’t start experimenting with girls until my senior year of high school, and that’s how I knew my feelings for you were real, when being with all those girls just made me want you back in my life more than anything, but you had already moved and.. I was blocked on everything by you.” Dream explained, gaze finally too shameful for Georgia to see so she looks to her legs crossed over each other.
“I tried making new accounts but.. You changed your username or deleted your account- I couldn’t find you to tell you how I felt.”
Georgia sat on her bed silently. It was hard to process this information all at once.
The woman you thought hated you since high school turns out she was in love with you. It doesn't make it better that you resented her as well although that grudge and resentment didn't boil down to hatred as everyone expected it to.
"Georgia." Dream calls out snapping her out of her trance. "Say something, anything please. Need to hear your voice."
Georgia parts her lips to speak but no words come out just a weak "I-" Only regestered as her voice cracking and dying in her throat in disbelief. "Y- you." She manages. "You're lying." Georgia chuckles weakly. "You're a liar!" she points an accusing finger at her.
"No! Georgia, why would I lie about this? I'm literally trying to tell you that I'm in love with you! And no amount of you yelling at me is gonna change that."
Georgia sinks back into her blanket where she had risen to her knees in the heat of the moment, heat pooling on her cheeks and across her nose bridge making it to her ears. "Is that why you.. you and Punz-"
"Yeah. I- I had Punz kind of in on it? I- I guess I told her how I felt about you a long time ago and she said she'd help me." Dream shrugged.
"I didn't know it was gonna be that type of help but- but when you said yes, you let me touch and hold you like that for as long as you lasted I- I was shaking with happiness." Dream smiles weakly.
Georgia stares at her hands and blushed knuckles. Dream rises from her bed to Georgia's side, listening to the brunettes murmurs, "No you're lying, it can't be, she's lying.." she would continue until Dream's nose bumping against hers startled her away, Georgia leaning back in perturb.
"Georgia.." Dream says, hands finding their way into brunette hair, fingers pulling gently, a reminder that they're there. "I'm going to kiss you now so push me away if you don't want to do it."
"Do...it?" Georgia's voice grew small as Dream's lips loomed over hers. "Do..?-" Her question cut off by familiar soft lips on hers, softer than the first kiss. Less hungry, gentle and kind.
Dream's hands cupped the brunette’s face, keeping them together for longer. Georgia letting her own hands linger above Dream's wrists, not entirely sure if she should rest her hands on the blonde's or push her away.
Dream's hand comes behind Georgia holding her waist, and the back of her head as she lays her down. Lips never separating, her hand crawling up her inner thigh up her shirt, hiding away shorts and black panties.
"Can I touch..? Here?" Dream's hand is on her pelvis now, next to her cunt, legs trembling in fear or nervousness.
"I- n- I don't know." Dream's eyebrows furrowed.
"Are you scared?" Georgia halts, she freezes and looks to her discarded blanket.
"N- no I'm not."
"Georgia." The clap of loud thunder cuts off Dream's sentence. The wind suddenly knocking the power out.
"Aw.. shit." Georgia sits up.
"Georgia." Dream's voice comes as a reminder of what was still happening between them. "Can I touch you?" Georgia turns to her.
Now that the lights were out Dream shouldn't have any idea what she's doing, touching or seeing. "But you can't see."
"I don't need to see to pleasure you, I can still make you cum even without the ability to see." Georgia blushed again, thankful Dream couldn't see it. "Besides your curtains are kind of open, I can still see you."
There's a moment of silence. Georgia nods. "Ok then. You can touch me.. everywhere." Georgia clamps her mouth shut immediately, seeing Dream practically start glowing from happiness.
"Thank you, baby I'll make sure you feel amazing." And Dream's head decends between the others legs.
Pulling her bottoms off, she takes moments to just stare, taking in Georgia's labia, her clit- "Stop staring and do something!" Georgia bundles her fists in her blankets.
"I'm sorry baby, you're just so beautiful. Even down here." Dream says giving her clit a wet kiss, Georgia flinches.
Dream's fingers press into Georgia's thighs keeping them apart. She continues delivering kisses to her cunt and lapping up the liquids that would drip from Georgia, humming in content listening to her sweet whimpers.
Finally Dream pulls away just for a moment, spreading open Georgia's cunt with a thumb before going back in to suck on her clit making her whine loudly. Her mouth opens in an obscene moan, the leg not being held by Dream settles onto the blonde's shoulder.
Georgia continues to whimper when Dream's tounge comes to lick as she continues to suck her clit further into her mouth, Dream's nose nestled into Georgia's pelvis.
Georgia kicks at the sheets, grabbing at them and Dream's hair. "Stop.. stop stop stop..! Gonna cum..! Too much..!" Dream doesn't stop, letting Georgia reach her orgasm, watching her fall back onto the bed, covering her face.
"Feel good?" Dream asks suddenly over her, her lips glistening with Georgia’s cum and slick. Georgia reluctantly nods. "Cmere." Dream pulls Georgia closer to her lips. Georgia glances between Dream's lips and her eyes.
"Oh cmon I drank it," Georgia's eyes widened, and she shoved Dream away.
"No you didn't! It- its all over your face!" Georgia shouts.
Dream giggles "Well there was a lot, too much even for me."
"Shut up!" Georgia pulls away, rolling to her side. Dream pulls her to her chest.
"No more? You can't do another round?"
Georgia was reluctent to ask, "What do you normally do with other girls?"
Dream shifted, she sat up surprised. "Well they don't matter now do they?"
Georgia is silent, and turns back to lay in the nest of her arms.
Dream sighs thinking back to a girl she had at a club. "Do you wanna know everything?"
Georgia nods. "Well, her name was Sadiee, she was someone I met in a club- or a bar- don't remember." Dream glances down to Georgia.
"How did you.. you know."
Dream chuckles, "Howd I fuck her?" She laughs when Georgia nods. "With my strap of course. She loved being humiliated." Dream rolled her eyes.
"Oh." Georgia looks down to her bedsheets, they were clean between her and Dream, maybe Dream was telling the truth about drinking her release.
"Well come on, you've gotta tell me something equally good now." Dream grins sitting up, pulling Georgia onto her lap.
"Like what?" Georgia glowers.
"Like- your kinks, what are you into?" Dream asks as if it's so casual.
Georgia stares at her, then stares at the crossed legs she's sitting between, still bottomless. "OK how about this, have you ever watched porn?"
"What kind of line of questioning is this!? I have no obligation, reason or intention of telling you something as personal as-"
"Ok, ok don't tell me." Dream lays Georgia back on the bed flat on her stomach. "I'll figure it out myself."
Dream lowers her pants, and unbuttoned her shirt. The sight of Dream putting her strap on in a black bra, matching her now discarded panties, and black bra of her own.
Dream rubs the cold plastic against Georgia, she instinctively flexes and twitches away. Dream grabs her left thigh, "Baby, you're twitching." Dream says lifting her shirt exposing her ass and back.
"You're so cute." Dream's hand moves from her thigh to her ass, groping the fat there. "So this is where it all went huh?" Dream says slapping her ass softly. Georgia hides her whine and pink cheeks in the blankets.
Dream grabs hold of her waist, pushing the toy strapped to her hips, pressing against her own cunt. "Cmon baby, be a good girl and lift your hips."
Dream lifts Georgia's ass, pushing inside of her slowly. "C'mere, come on, sit up, rest against me." Georgia doesn't know which position would be more embarrassing, having her face in the sheets as Dream holds her hips, pounding her restlessly or kneeling on the bed resting her back against Dream's front as the woman holds her hips and pounds her restlessly.
So, Georgia shook her head, hiding in the sheets. "Hey, it's okay, I'm right here if you need anything, you know I won't hurt you." Dream says pulling Georgia up.
Dream sits, lowering Georgia in her lap as well. "Well, c’mon lift your hips; you'll do all the work." Dream smiles.
"W- what..?" Georgia looked to Dream behind her, to find her lying down toward the end of the bed.
"What? You didn't wanna tell me what you were into, so we're gonna try every position until we find something you really really like." Dream smiles.
"W- no! You dick I- I don't want to- do this position." Georgia says pulling her shirt down over her ass.
"Why not? Are you uncomfortable up there? It's not like I can really see you." Dream says, holding Georgia's waist. "Also take your shirt off, I wanna feel you." Dream sits up to kiss at Georgia's neck.
"Everything- no! That's super embarrassing!" Georgia crosses her arms over her chest as if covering her breasts.
"You want me to fuck you myself?" Dream asks leaning to Georgia's face. Slowly she nods.
"Well take your shirt off, face me."
Once Georgia faces Dream, the blonde rolls her shirt up before she can protest, and with a smile her lips meet Georgia's again, her hand resting on her back, she smiles tasting Georgia's lips.
"You're delicious, I could just eat you up. So delectable." Dream giggles, kissing up Georgia's throat. Reaching her shoulder and bra strap Dream huffs, pulling it down, to continue kissing the girls upper body.
Georgia watches Dream kiss her collarbones and grope her thighs, while her free hand plays with her inner thigh. Finally Dream reaches her breasts her bra hugging her small tits, Dream smiles at the sight.
Pulling her bra off after undoing it. Dream kisses her breast, Georgia shoves her face away when she gets too close to her nipples. "No, kiss me anywhere but there.. or my stomach don't kiss my stomach." Georgia says slowly releasing Dream's face.
Dream looks up, "Can I touch your stomach?" Georgia crosses her arms over it, defensively.
Dream giggles and grabs Georgia's breasts avoiding her nipples. "How's that?" Georgia stares at the hands grabbing her. She pulls Dream's wrists away, and covers herself. "No?"
Georgia removes her arms. "Can you just.. can we stop? You- you have to sleep."
"Are you uncomfortable? Do you need a break or something? Do you want some food? Water? Are you tired?" Georgia nods.
"I'm.. I wasn't expecting this.. outcome when I invited you into my home." Georgia pulls away from Dream's lap.
"I get it, you've had a long day." Dream lies next to Georgia holding her in her arms, tucking her beneath the blanket.
"Do you want something to eat? Some water or anything?" Georgia shakes her head, resting into her pillow. She flinched realizing it was Dream's arm.
She sat up, scanning her bed for her shirt or bra.
"What is it?" Dream asks puzzled.
"M.. my clothes. Where are my clothes?" Dream smiles.
"On the floor by now." She sits up grabbing Georgia by the arm, "cmon lie down and get some shut eye, I know you're exhausted." Georgia pulls away.
"No I- I want my shirt or something to cover myself I can't- share a bed with you." Georgia says her arms wrapped around her torso.
"You really don't want me touching there? Are you sensitive?" Georgia doesn't respond, only crawling off the bed grabbing her shirt from the floor.
Dream pulls at her thighs. "Cmon. Go to sleep." Georgia pushes Dream away.
"You go sleep in that bed." Georgia puts a hand on her hip pointing to the bed across from them.
Dream smiles and sits up, pecking Georgia on the lips before lying back down. "No."
Georgia grumbles something under her breath and moves out of the bed. Dream's arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her back into the bed.
"You're not going anywhere, either." Dream says wrestling Georgia to her back. Georgia squealing and pushing Dream's face away. She and Georgia both momentarily stop their fighting when Dream finds herself back between Georgia's pantsless legs.
They both froze. Dream grasping at pale thighs, she lowers herself again when Georgia doesn't kick her in the face as she was expecting. Georgia gasped. Dream just kissed at her thighs, her hand ghosting over her wetness. Georgia shyed away, closing her legs with a low whimper.
"I won't make you do anything. Just sit there and be pretty. Can you do that gorgeous?" Georgia nodded looking away from green eyes.
Dream huffed kissing Georgia's clit again. And when Dream let her guard down, Georgia's foot came and pushed her away. Georgia held her shirt down, hiding again. Dream chuckled thankful that Georgia hadn't kicked her as hard as she thought she would've.
Dream grabbed her ankle. "It's ok. I don't bite." Dream watched her other hand play with Georgia’s clit, pinching and teasing her. Georgia covered her mouth just as the lights in the apartment clicked back on.
Dream loomed over her again, her left hand still toying with her wet pussy.
"Lemme see your face baby. Lemme see, beautiful."
Dream marvels at the faces Georgia makes when she cries out in pleasure, now that the lights are on. She smiles, kissing her cheek. Georgia turns away, gasping sharply when Dream's fingers enter.
Georgia throws her arm over her eyes. "No, no baby let me see. I wanna see your pretty face." Dream pulls Georgia's hand away, kissing her cheek again, shortly connecting their lips again. "So pretty, pretty girl."
Georgia blushes, going to swat Dream away from her face, Dream catches her wrist. "Such pretty noises too, cmon darling let me hear you." Dream's fingers dive further, making Georgia whine.
"Good girl, so pretty, so perfect." Dream says kissing her collarbones through her shirt.
She subconsciously lowers to Georgia's nipples, biting it through the fabric of the shirt and Georgia's legs rise as she cums with a loud moan. She slaps a hand over her mouth.
"I told you not to touch them!" Georgia wipes the drool off her shirt, but it just spreads more.
"Sorry baby I just wanted you to feel good, which I'm glad I did. Look at how wet my fingers are." Dream pulls out her ring and middle to show Georgia.
She turns away before seeing them coated with her shame.
Dream grabs her by the cheeks and forces her to look. "Open your mouth Georgia." Dream says, her fingers playing with pink lips. Georgia shakes her head turning away.
"Cmon baby, be a good girl." Dream grins, her smile falls when her phone rings from her sweater pocket. The two share a look and Dream giggles checking the contact, Sapnap.
"It's Sap, I'll be back in a second darling." Dream says, leaning over to kiss Georgia quickly then, sprints to her bathroom picking up the call on the way.
Georgia takes a moment to finally process everything, Dream's confession and what the were here doing in her bed. She turned red rolling over seeing her collection of plushes that were once so neatly organized on her bed, scrambled and some of most on the floor.
Georgia redressed, hiding under her blanket.
At the same time Sapnap asks questions a mile a minute. "Are you okay dude? Did you get Georgia to pick you up from that party? Are you still there? Did you have that foursome with Georgia?" Dream quickly shut her down before she could continue.
"Yeah I'm fine, I'm with Georgia right now at- her place? I- I think I don't really know." Dream said, fiddling with her fingers.
Sapnap sighed "Good I thought that storm killed you for a bit."
"Yeah you did kill something else though Sap."
She lifted a brow. "Oh what?"
"The mood" Dream deadpanned. "Me and Georgia were in the middle of something important." Dream rolled her eyes.
"Oh what!? You? And Georgia? The bitch?" Dream nods then she realized Sapnap couldn't see her.
"Yes!" Dream squeals when she laughed.
"The same one that hates your guts? Are we talking about the same girl? Kinda short, long brunette hair, bad temper?"
"Yes, but she's also beautiful, and she's awesome at taking my tongue." Dream purrs.
"Alright dude," Sapnap chuckles. "Tell me about it when she's not in earshot."
Dream pouted at the sight before her. Georgia back in her pajamas bundled up watching something on her computer.
She looked up from her screen, pausing her movie(?) "Oh, how'd the conference go?"
"Fine, I guess." She sat next to Georgia leaning on her shoulder to peer at her screen. "What're you watching?"
Georgia shrugs, "Just a show I was recommended to watch."
"Is it good?" Dream asks, reaching an arm over Georgia's waist.
Georgia nods. "Georgia?" Dream looks at her.
"What?"
"Can I kiss you?" Georgia glances back at her screen.
"I don't think we have time." Dream tilts her head.
"What do you mean? I just wanna kiss."
"Oh, well considering that's somewhat to the effect of what you said earlier I don’t know what to expect."
Dream smiled cupping her face. "I wanna kiss Georgia, I also wanna kiss you here." Dream's hand hovers over her shirt. "Does it get you riled up if I touch your stomach? Or your nipples?"
Georgia blushed, "Dream seriously we don't have time to-"
"Yes we do, relax. Let me kiss you, I won't touch you unless you say its ok." Dream lowers her trembling hand down to the bed, cornering Georgia, their foreheads pressing together.
"Okay, just one kiss. Then you have to sleep over there."
Dream pouted, she groaned. "Two kisses, and I sleep here with you."
Georgia rolled her eyes, "No. You'll try something funny while I sleep."
"No I won't! Georgia I'm not gonna do anything without consent. Besides that's a discussion for later, somnophilia is not to be fucked with."
Georgia looks back to her screen. Dream grabs her hand before it reaches the keyboard. "Kiss first, then you can watch your show."
Georgia pulls her hand from Dream's to lay it on her chest, she closes her eyes as Dream gets closer. She's surprised when her lips never feel Dream's press against hers. Only small pecks on her cheek.
She opens her eyes when Dream's arms wrap around her. Then she pulls away entirely going to the other side of the bed making herself comfortable.
The two girls watch the show on Georgia's laptop in silence, Dream curled against Georgia's side, the brit subconsciously scratching the blonde's head as she dozes off in her lap.