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𝕴 grumble, feeling something tickling my nose, causing me to wriggle it, scrunch it, do anything possible to get rid of it.
I huffed when it gradually came back after a few moments, my dry, warm lips puckering into a pout as my dream of niffler filled meadows slowly came to an end and I was brought into the reality of my honey yellow glow of sheets and curtains.
"Scar there best be a good excuse I was in heaven" I mumbled, rolling over on my side, my eyelashes fluttering when I felt warmth radiate towards me, a weight being draped across my waist of which I presumed was an arm. I was lulling myself back to sleep when I heard a low, rasped voice speak,
"I'd like to hope I was in that dream then...."
I sighed softly, keeping my eyes closed and settling down when the boyish scent of the werewolf teased my nose once more, a sleepy smile fleeting my lips before I could contain it. I reach my hand up, feeling around until a warm hand touched mine, placing it down gently on his cheek.
Remus grins lazily at his Hufflepuff, relishing in the sleepy, pouty sight that he's familiar with. He snuggles up to her under the burrow of sheets she's built up, feeling fairly content as he nestles his head into her neck, sweetly pecking under her ear. He hums lowly, dropping his hand over hers on his cheek and slowly sliding his palm up the baggy t-shirt of his she was fashioning, a satisfactory tingle from feeling her cosiness making him giddy inside, so much so, his voice was a little chirpier when he whispered,
"Happy anniversary"
"Mm, technically this isn't our anniversary anymore—" I muttered, rubbing my feet against his as he shushed me, feathering light kisses on my neck, compelling me to just melt into him. I suppose this was the closest second to my niffler meadow, my lips parting, brushing against his locks as I continued, "One year of forever.....unless you decide—"
"No more breakup talk" He insisted, raising his head up as I peered one eye open to find him inches away from me, a mellow expression on his face as he gazed at me.
"You say that, love, but it means more heated sex" I spoke in a whisper, finding myself yearning for more of his touch, edging closer until our foreheads were connected and our noses brushing,
"Don't make it like we're toxic, Willow" He whispered back slowly, travelling his palm further up my back under the cotton fabric, subconsciously drawing his initials with hearts and flowers I'm guessing are buttercups, as he declared quietly "And I don't need that to prove myself in bed, i'll show you right here, right now"
"I know you don't, you're good at what you do. Just not as good as me" I murmured, nudging my nose with his, a breathy laugh from him tickling my lips, squeezing my shoulders, gently adding pressure from his thumb to the nape of my neck, releasing tension,
"Yes, you're very sexy...I can agree to that. A good sleep, darling? You're still half out of it" He asked softly, a faint hum sounding from me, slowly connecting our lips together, keeping my eyes closed when we leisurely drew back from the kiss,
