As soon as I close the door I frown to myself and sigh, rubbing at my forehead.

Wait, no, what am I doing? That was entirely the wrong reaction. I may have been too tired to care about Dream appearing in my bedroom last night, but today is an entirely different situation. He's Schlatt's number one enemy. I can't just let him enter the White House as he pleases, let alone the country! What if someone sees him? There'll be panic!

I push the door open again and Dream perks up. He hasn't budged from my bed.

"You got a free pass last night, Dream. But today is different. So tell me what you want and then leave." I state icily, hoping he'll understand that this is me being serious.

"What? Not in the mood for a chit-chat?" He muses, resting his chin in a palm.

Narrowing my eyes, I hold out a hand and my trident zips across the room, landing square in my palm. I spin the weapon as I walk up to the seated man and point the three prongs at his throat.

He doesn't so much as flinch.

"I will hurt you," I warn.

"No, you won't. I've got you figured out."

"Oh? Please do tell. Because my patience is wearing thin."

"I don't need to, because if you were going to hurt me, you would have done it by now." I can hear the victorious smirk in his voice and know he really has got me figured out. "You never strike first, Ares. That's how it's always been. So unless I initiate the fight, you won't lay a finger on me."

Dream pulls the trident forward and tilts his head back, pressing its longest point to his throat.

"And if I'm wrong, then you can strike me down right here and now. Save the whole country the trouble and end the war before it begins. How does that sound?"

I stare steadily down at the masked man, debating if he's crazy or not. How can he be so sure of himself that he'd put his own life on the line. Does he really think he knows me that well?

With a tut I withdraw my weapon and Dream gives a short laugh.

"See? Told you. I know you better than you thi-"

In one swift motion I flip my trident around and jab the non-lethal end into Dream's gut, pushing his back against the bed as I pin him down like an insect to a wall.

"That may be so, but that doesn't mean I'm completely harmless." I smile down at him, resting against my trident as the man gives a breathy laugh, clutching at the weapon digging into his stomach.

"My mistake." He says, his voice strained but still amused.

"You're the first person to notice though, so I suppose I should give you that. But don't think it gives you an advantage over me. Because it doesn't."

"You're enjoying yourself far too much."

I shrug. "I need to make up for my complacency from last night. You caught me at my worst, so I want to amend that."

"Are you sure you don't just like seeing me pinned to your bed?"

I can hear the eyebrow waggle in his voice and blanch.

Where on earth does he get the confidence to say this sort of stuff?! We're enemies, aren't we?! This isn't even banter anymore, it's flirting! He's not supposed to be flirting with me! And I'm certainly not supposed to find it amusing.

A knock at my door breaks my concentration and Dream takes this as his chance to break free.

He twists my trident harshly, jerking it out of my grip, and with a well-placed kick knocks me in the back of my knee.

I only stumble, but it's still enough for Dream to bring my trident over my head and press its cold metal lengthways against my throat. With my back to his chest I'm now the one pinned by him, stuck facing the door.

His chest rises and falls quickly as he attempts to catch his breath, his knuckles turning white as he fights to keep the glowing weapon pressed to my neck despite my best efforts to tear it away. But it's a fight of strength, and I know I've already lost.

"Ares? You in there?"

It's Fundy at the door. He must have followed me from the office to check on me.

"Tell him to go away," Dream whispers into my ear, his hot breath flushing down my neck.

"No." I growl, and try to stamp on his foot.

All this ends up doing is throwing us both off balance, and we stumble backwards onto the bed.

I hold my breath, praying that Fundy hadn't heard. The last thing I need is for him to barge in here only to see me in this shameful predicament. He'll think Dream is trying to assassinate me.

Dream is also listening for the fox, and after a moment we both hear him sigh and say something under his breath, then walk away from the closed door.

"You really don't like to sit still, do you?" Dream huffs out a laugh, and I feel it bounce through my body. I'm literally lying on top of him at this point, my legs tangled with his as I'm forced to stare up at the ceiling. I tilt my head to the side and see his masked face, inches away from mine, his dirty blonde hair falling over its edges.

Something inside of me flickers to life. A small flame of curiosity fuelled by the ridiculousness of my situation. It takes over all other thoughts as I reach a hand up and run a finger over the white mask and along its painted mouth.

Dream tenses and sucks in a breath. Both his hands are currently occupied with keeping my trident to my throat. If he lets go then I'll be able to escape. But if he doesn't let go then he can't stop my wandering hands.

My eyes flicker along the edges of the mask, wondering how he wears it, and how he can even see through it. Magic, maybe? But it doesn't look magic.

I slide a nail down one side, following the curve, and Dream shivers as my finger glides over his cheek.

I should really stop.

But when will I ever get a chance like this again? Dream is as much my prisoner as I am his. It's not like there are ulterior motives behind my actions. I'm just exercising my curiosity.

With the slowest, softest movements, I push my thumb up under the base of the mask, following the curve of Dream's chin as I venture upwards. I find his lips and follow them with my finger, trying to picture what he looks like in my minds eye.

"I've underestimated you." Dream says softly, his lips moving with my thumb still against them. It's ticklish. "You are still dangerous."

The weight against my throat vanishes, and my trident slides to the side of the bed.

Dream's hand finds its way to the back of my head, sliding into my hair. The other tilts back his mask to reveal a pair of parted lips, my thumb still pressed to them.

No words are spoken as the man lifts his head and places his mouth over mine.

My mind goes blank.

All I can register are the hot lips against my own.

The firm hand tangled in my hair.

And how at peace I suddenly feel, like the world outside this kiss no longer exists.

I shouldn't be doing this. A small voice in the back of my head tries to say.

But the voice goes unheard.

The kiss is broken too soon as Dream pulls back.

His eyes are still obscured by the mask, but I know he's studying my face right now. Just as I'm studying his lips. There's a thin scar at the edge of his mouth and I trail a finger over it, unable to help myself.

It's been so long since I acted against reason. Since everything about this interaction is clearly against reason. I have a boyfriend. And Dream is an enemy.

Yet I can't find it in myself to muster up any fucks to give.

It feels like my brain has handed over all control to my body and gone 'fuck this shit, I'm out!'

I turn onto my stomach and sit up, straddling Dream's hips. He follows my lead, like a lamb to slaughter, knowing he shouldn't but unable to resist as his lips clash with mine a second time.

My hands grip the sides of his face, searching for something to hold onto, and find themselves lacing into his thick hair.

Meanwhile the masked man drops his hand from my head and instead focuses on running his palms up my sides, untucking my suit shirt from my pants and sending little sparks of electricity into my stomach. I don't stop him as his hands come to a stop at my breasts and cup them. Bold considering how shy he was only last night.

God, last night feels like years ago. Did it even really happen? Or maybe I'm still asleep and this is all a lucid dream.

No, wait, that can't be right. I don't dream.

"You'd better not be a dream," I mutter into the kiss, my lips growing hot and slick with our shared saliva.

Dream grins, breaking the kiss, "You do know who you just said that to, right?"

"Shut up," I smile, wiping the grin from his lips with ease as I grip his chin and reconnect his mouth with mine.

I'm met with no complaints.

The man is growing bolder by the second as his hands knead at my breasts, fondling their small size in his palms through the thin material of my shirt and bra. For his first time touching me, he's doing a perfect job of it. Though I can tell he's exercising caution. His touch is just a little too soft for me still, like he's scared to push too hard.

"I won't break," I muse. "I'm made of tougher stuff than most."

"Is that a fact?" He smirks, and pinches my stomach.

I squeak, breaking away with a laugh.

"Ow. Ya tibyi dam po yibalu." I say, rubbing at my side.

"What the hell was that? Did you just put a curse on me?!" He asks, confused yet amused. "What language did you just speak?"

"Russian, but not very well," I admit, lifting my shirt to see if that pinch has left a bruise.

"Is there anything you can't do?" He praises, impressed, and ducks his head to kiss at my exposed belly.

"I could say the same for you," I quip back, pushing a hand through his hair as he continues to pepper my waist with his kisses.

My whole body is hot, and his continued love and praise isn't helping to cool me down.

I lean back, exposing more of waist as the man sucks at my soft skin. His hands are at my back, supporting me as I dip further and further down. My breathing grows heavier with every placement of his mouth, my hands gripping tighter at his hair.

How long have we been like this for? Should I stop it here? We're going to have to stop eventually.

"You should go now," I say breathlessly, glancing down at him.

He tilts his head back, his lips breaking from my skin. "And if I don't want to?"

"Didn't you come here for a reason?" I question, and tug on his hair, forcing him further from my body.

He grins, allowing me to direct him.

"I did. I came to see how you were feeling after last night." His grin widens, "it would seem I worried for nothing, though."

"Naturally." I smirk, and place a final, hard kiss to his mouth. "Now you really do have to leave."

"Mm, can I come back later?"

"No. This wasn't supposed to happen. And it won't happen again." I state sternly, climbing down from Dream's lap and standing by the bed. My legs feel weak but I force myself to remain upright.

Crossing over to a window, I slide it open and gesture for him to leave.

"Classy," he smirks and slides from the bed. He fixes his mask back over his face, hiding his swollen lips.

He stops at my side and ducks his head, placing a thumb to my lips as I'd done to him.

"I will be back."

"No, you won't."

He laughs, and pulls back, reaching a hand into his green jacket and withdrawing a jade-green orb. I realise it's an ender pearl.

So that's how he does it.

He throws the pearl out the window and turns back to me, giving a mock salute.

A second later he's vanished, leaving a small cloud of purple particles in his place.

I wait a moment before sighing and rubbing at my forehead.

That really wasn't supposed to happen.