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"Hob, do you know what day it is?"
Hob looked up from his grading at Dream and rubbed at his eyes. The late night from before was hitting him harder than he expected. God, he was getting old.
"Uh, Wednesday? I don't have class today if that's what you're wondering." He said, clicking the top of his pen idly.
"I wasn't. But thank you." Dream said. He looked at Hob expectantly. "Was that all, love?" Hob asked, turning back to his papers. Dream hummed and kissed the top of Hob's head. "For now." And that was that.
Later at lunch, (Hob: eating. Dream: drinking.) Dream asked again.
"Still Wednesday." Hob laughed. "Are you expecting something today?" Dream sipped his wine and quirked an eyebrow.
Hob patted down his pockets with good humor. "Nothing for you here." He patted his head. "Nothing here either." Dream snorted. Hob smiled. He tapped his mouth thoughtfully. Then gasped in mock surprise. .
"Ah, here it is!" He leaned across the table and gave Dream a kiss.
Dream laughed into it, making their teeth clash. Hob pressed forward and the table wobbled. They necked each other a bit more before Dream pulled back a playful gleam in his eye. "Hob Gadling, you are going to topple the table."
"Oh, I'll topple something alright," Hob grinned. "Terrible." Dream said, smiling.
"You love it." Hob said, pulling Dream flush against him. Tall and lithe and boney and so loved. "Perhaps." Dream murmured, pressing kisses and bites in turn against the soft flesh of where his neck met his jaw. Hob shivered.
"Alright, come on then," Hob lifted Dream off the ground with a grunt. "We've got things to do."
Later still, when night had come and they lay draped in each other's arms Hob asked instead. "So what day is it? Aside from Wednesday, I mean." Dream nuzzle against Hob’s neck and sighed. "It is the seventh of June."
Hob sat up suddenly, Dream made a noise of complaint from the pillows.
"No." Hob said, flabbergasted. "Yes," Dream said, muffled by the pillows.
"I forgot?!" Dream hummed, facedown on cotton. "You bastard," Hob laughed, face red, "Why didn't you say?"
"I tried," Dream frowned, though from the twinkle in his eye Hob could tell he was more amused than upset. "You bastard," Hob repeated, and began kissing every bit of Dream he could reach. Dream began to laugh, a joyful, horrible, braying noise that Hob loved more than anything.
"Happy anniversary, Dream." He said, pressing a final and long kiss to his lover's soft lips. "Happy anniversary, Hob." Dream said softly.
Hob smiled at him and they kissed slowly. There was joy in it and endless possibilities. Years upon years of anniversaries stretched out before him. They pulled apart and Hob felt his heart beating just the same as it had, more than six hundred years ago when he first laid eyes on his beautiful stranger. His love.
Then Dream raised an eyebrow, eyes flashing and Hob suspected he might be more in trouble than he thought.