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“Dream of the Endless!”
Dream jumped when Hob barged into his room with that stern call. He had been reading peacefully when his husband suddenly entered the Dreaming.
“What?!”
“Didn’t we talk about withholding your gift from the Dreamers just a few weeks ago?”
Hob continued equally sternly, steadily walking towards his husband.
Dream narrowed his eyes at him. “We did. And I have not been withholding my gift!”
Hob was standing in front of him now, his hands on his hips, his eyes blazing. “Oh, haven’t you? Then why did I hear about one Dreamer getting less than four hours of sleep three nights in a row? Even after she took the prescribed sleep medicine?”
Dream gave a dismissive snort. “That is not my fault.”
Hob took a sharp breath. “I think you need another reminder of your duties, your Highness. Come here.”
Dream’s eyes flew open wide. “Hob, no !”
“Oh yes. Here, now.”
Dream shook his head adamantly, his eyes equally blazing as Hob’s by now. “I will most definitely not !”
Hob narrowed his eyes at the defiance, and grabbed for Dream’s wrist, intent to turn his wayward husband over his knee himself.
Dream yelled and fought. “You dare! Stop this, Robert! Unhand me at once!”
“ You stop! You know you deserve this spanking!”
Hob finally had wrestled Dream over his knee, but Dream was still fighting. “I do not! I told you! You are not listening to me!”
Hob paused with his hand in the air, confused now. “What?”
“It is not my fault the dreamer had restless nights!”
Hob was still not convinced.
“And whose fault is it then?”
“Aphrodite! She is plaguing this dreamer with menstrual cramps and restlessness!”
Hob’s mouth fell open. “Oh. Ohhh . Oh darling, I’m sorry. C’mere love.”
Hob helped Dream back up until he was right side up in his lap.
“I’m so sorry I jumped to conclusions, Dream. Please forgive my rashness.”
Dream folded his arms and sniffed. “I told you.”
“Yes, you did. Sorry your husband is a bit slow on the uptake sometimes.”
That made Dream crack a tiny smile. “I suppose it is to expected with a mere mortal mind.”
Hob laughed and gave his husband a fond squeeze. “I am so blessed you put up with me humble peasant, my King.”
Dream nodded regally. “You are. Now kiss me.”
Hob laughed again. “As you wish, Sire.”
He gently took Dream’s face into his hands and kissed him, slowly and sweetly.
Dream melted against him and purred. A much better way to pass the time while his husband was in the Dreaming.
It was a few minutes later, when Hob drew back a bit with a last peck.
“Am I forgiven, my liege?”
Dream waved his hand magnanimously. “You are, husband.”
“Thank you. Now… where might I find that Aphrodite character?”
Dream laughed and shook his head. “Trust me Hob, this Greek Goddess is well out of your purview. The fates will take care of her if she gets too out of hand.”
“All right then, would not want to get in the way of the Three in One. Would you do me the honour of dining with me tonight my love?”
Dream inclined his head with a smile. “Yes, husband.”
Hob’s smile was like the sun, and he leaned in for another kiss. “Brilliant! Let’s go!”
Dream obligingly got up with Hob, and took his hand. “Where are we going?”
“There was this brilliant café in Montmartre in the 70s and I think I got it finally right.”
Dream smiled. He loved how well his husband and consort could navigate and direct the Dreaming. (Well. He loved it most of the time, not when Hob conjured up spanking implements.)
“Lead the way, my love.”