Learning to Share
by Dena
She was sprawled across the bed in a way that could not possibly be comfortable for anyone but her. She managed to make her small frame take up nearly the entire queen sized mattress, positioned somewhat diagonally on her side, one leg under the covers, the other sprawled on top of them at a ninety degree angle, her arm curled under her head and being used more as a pillow than the actually ones that surrounded her. She had her arm around one of the pillows and the other propped up against the headboard, the corner pulled down under the back of her head, pink locks falling all over it. She hadn't blown out the candle next to her bed, and its soft glow illuminated her semi-clothed, entirely unconscious state.
Remus smirked at her, wondering how on earth she would be able to make room for someone else when they'd be sharing the bed all of the time. Feeling somewhat had about waking her, and yet still strangely amused, he knelt by the side of the bed, folding his arms on the edge of it and resting his head there. "Oi. Dora."
She made a sound, one that was protesting any reason to be woken out of a deep sleep at four in the morning.
"Move over, you," he whispered, smiling, and attempting to move her limbs from their rather askew positions to make some room. She groaned again, rolling over, but not quite enough. He crawled into the open spot that she'd made, though, leaning over her. "You have to share," he said, knowing she wasn't fully awake enough to listen, and leaning down to kiss her.
For someone who was mostly still asleep, she returned the kiss with a rather surprising hunger, reaching her arms up around his neck and making another sound -- the one in the back of her throat that drove him absolutely crazy with desire. He nudged her body over the rest of the way and broke the kiss, leaving her to emit a rather contented sigh as her arms fell away and she fell back to sleep. She rolled over, her back to him, and after blowing out the candle, he wrapped himself around her semi-clothed, entirely unconscious self, kissing her ear. Who needed a huge queen sized bed when they slept like this, anyway? "Love you, Dora," he whispered, feeling himself drift off to sleep as well.