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𝕽emus smiled sleepily, the sounds of the gushing wind and rain pattering against the window of their bedroom having stirred him from his sleep.
He fluttered his eyelids, feeling fairly content with the sight that greeted him on the late Autumnal morning. The blankets are drifting over her shoulders as she lays on her side facing him, a worry free expression on her snoozing face. Pearly blonde was mussed over the pillow in a bundle of light waves that seemed to be her natural style to him, or so he's realised from the time in their relationship.
The previous few days were spent cozying up in their cottage together, enjoying whatever they got up to with no plans or time schedules whispering in their minds. It seemed more appropriate than to go on a honeymoon, they just wanted to stay in their home still as enthralled in each other as when they initially had gotten together.
Now, she was his wife. The days in his past at Hogwarts scribbling on his parchment 'Willow Lupin' besides his name with a singing heart and a buzz in his stomach was a true reality.
He manages to hide his smile and flushed cheeks in his pillow from the thought, feeling rather sappy from everything flashing in his mind, his eyes raking over her appearance once more as his heart melts. He shuffles closer, tracing his forefinger over her rosy cheek lightly, biting back his chuckle when she yawned widely, before mumbling none sense.
"What's that?" He whispered, cupping her cheek as she puffs out a breath, keeping her eyes closed, murmuring groggily,
"I can feel you staring at me, weirdo"
"Oh it's cute, grumpy Willow today then?" He replies in a rasped morning voice, my eyes reluctantly flitting open to see him, his cheeks puffed and fresh from the night's sleep, the adorable red lines from the pillow already beginning to fade. His pupils are blown already as I edge closer, wanting to bask in the warmth that always radiates off him.
He giggled compulsively when she hummed in response, his head dipping down to bury into her neck after smoothing back some of her hair, his lips brushing over the spot underneath her ear, listening to her slurred voice mumble,
"So snuggly, Casanova..."
He raises his head from hers to lean their foreheads together, their chests brushing when she lifts her leg onto his hip, his palm cupping her shoulder blades as he nudges their noses together. His head spins and his bones ache beautifully when her scent hits his lungs, soothing everything that weighs him down, any negativity he carries on his shoulders.
He groans when she detangles herself from him and slips from the sheets, his eyebrows furrowed and a pout forming on his lips as he watches her trail into the bathroom silently, turning on the shower. He bit his lip when she popped her head around the corner, asking airily,
"Are you going to join me, Mr Lupin?"
Laughter bubbled in my throat when he stumbled out of bed immediately from my offer, nearly slipping and falling over his own feet clumsily. He lands in front of me with a crooked grin, wearing nothing but his boxers as he gazes down at me, speaking mischievously,
