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𝕴 stirred slowly from my slumber feeling a tingling brushing motion travel from my nose, to my forehead and to my cheeks repeatedly, a quiet groan falling from my lips as I stretched my limbs out, keeping my eyes closed as I heard a quiet chuckle in my ear.
"Buttercup...." He called softly in her ear, stroking his thumb up and down her warm waist gently, continuing to kiss her features slowly to wake her up from her sleep. If it was any other day of the week, he would let her sleep in, but it's Saturday and he has a plan, which is why he's here in her dorm, waking the sleeping beauty herself up.
She's soft and snuggly in such a captivating manner he nearly forgets his plans and slides into her honey yellow sheets with her to drift off back to sleep, with her using his chest as a pillow. Merlin, he loves it when she does that, even though it gets hot, he doesn't mind, he wouldn't have it any other way. He brushes away his thoughts, sticking to his idea, his chest blossoming in adoration when she flutters her eyes a few times before speaking in a whisper,
"Remus, what are you doing?"
"Waking you up, I thought that much would have been fairly obvious, Willow" He mumbled, a faint frown on my face when I lazily lifted my arm up, pressing the knuckle of my middle finger to his nose,
"Too early for smart arses"
"Oh well...that's no good. That's no good at all....suppose I should forget my romantic plans and leave you all alone in this bed because believe it or not, I am a smart arse. The best in fact" He retorted back, grinning mischievously when she opens her coloured eyes a little wider, suspicion and curiosity swirling around in them, her lips pouting together before speaking again,
"I thought Reg won the role of best smart arse?"
"So you focused on that rather than asking what my romantic plans where? I'm glad to know you're excited" He muttered, my eyes rolling as I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him down on top of me with a giggle, his eyes travelling all over my face breaking out into an uncontrollable grin, his hands reaching to brush few hairs out of my face, resting his forehead down on mine,
"Pray tell me, what are those romantic plans, my handsome Casanova?" I murmured, smiling whole heartedly when he joined our lips together blissfully, my heart pounding obnoxiously in my chest despite only just waking up, my tingling palms sliding up his knitted sweater, squeezing his lower back,
"Wouldn't you like to know? Get dressed and we'll see, hm?" He responded, leaning back ever so slightly and winking at her, revelling in the way she blushed faintly, before leaning up and pecking his lips sweetly, his heart skipping a few beats before rolling off her and handing her the clothes he had prepared for her, her eyes lighting up when she spied her favourite sweater of his she likes to wear.
He bites his lip when she eagerly raises her sweatshirt she was wearing over her head, his head turning slowly to the side at the sight of her just in her yellow bra, his hand travelling up and running through his hair to distract himself as she changed in front of him on her bed, particularly unbothered. He ran his tongue over his lips when she met his gaze, quirking an eyebrow at him, his eyes shining when he mockingly pressed his his fingers and thumbs together— creating a heart shape and putting it on his chest, blowing her a kiss.
