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💖Ordinary Adventure- Marauders Era: Remus

Request:  Can I request a Remus x Ravenclaw reader where it’s Valentine’s Day and Remus and the reader go out to hogsmead and he takes her to three broomsticks (I think) and then a bookstore and they end up sitting by the lake reading the books they got afterwards and maybe they snog a bit. Sorry if I’m requesting too much.

White patches of snow still linger on the streets of Hogsmeade as Remus Lupin takes the y/h/c haired girl by the hand and guides her inside The Three Broomsticks, her blue-grey scarf dancing in the wind of the cool winter day as she giggles. The smell of cigarettes and sugary sweet butter beer overwhelms her senses and she sits with him and listens to his voice compose sonnets with simple words and watches the way he taps his fingers on the wooden table as they wait on liquid filled goblets and find themselves drunk off each other before alcohol even touches their lips. There is a joy that flutters around her overwhelmed mind as she sees him inhale the smell of an old book, just as she always does, and a fondness spreading through her heart as she watches him hand over gold coins in exchange for a leather bound volume. 

The trees are still bared of leaves as they sit on damp grass, drying it with the wave of their wands and excitedly pulling fiction out of canvas bags, opening worn pages and letting words morph into painted pictures in their minds, occasionally slipping from their lips and doing story telling pirouettes around their heads. They draw chuckles and gasps from their lips, which meet soon after, fireworks crackling on their tongues and electricity coursing through their bones, as pink lanterns light up the windows of Hogwarts, reminding the world of Valentine’s Day. 

💖The More Boys I Meet- Marauders Era: Sirius

Request:  Hello! Will you please do a Sirius x reader to the song ‘The More Boys I Meet’ by Carrie Underwood. Thanks so much darling! :)

“I’d rather not,” Y/N mutters back at Sirius, whose smirk doesn’t fade at her rejection.

“Why’s that then?” he questions, a cheeky expression still very much present on his handsome face.

“I don’t exactly do dates,” she states, flipping a page in the book that lay open on her lap, avoiding his eyes completely. 

“Who said anything about a date, love? I just want a glass of firewhisky,” he laughs at her response as she shuts her book with a thud and finally meets his eyes, her own narrowing with suspicion. 

“So, it’s not a date? You’re asking me to come out with you, on Valentine’s Day, but it’s not a date?”

“Precisely,” he gives a nod and grins at her, and she feels a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she allows her palm to fall into his hand, finding herself pulled up to her feet by the grey eyed boy. 

“Not a date.” she states one final time, before following him out of the Great Hall, her hand never leaving his, and her mind failing terribly to hide the smile spreading across her face. 

💖Let It Be- Marauders Era: Remus

Request:  You wanna do a Remus x reader to the song Let it Be by The Beatles?

“It’s alright,” she places a hand on his back, a smile spreading across her face as she traces the line of his spine, scars obstructing her fingers as they make their way, “It doesn’t matter.”

“I’ve missed Valentine’s Day. We had it all planned out and everything, how could I have forgotten to look at the calendar?” he places his face in his hands, an aggravated groan heard from behind the injured palms.

“You are being absolutely ridiculous,” her hand gives his back a light smack and he turns to face her, a look of genuine upset gracing his tired, lovely face. She can’t help but giggle at the silliness of his exasperated words, “It doesn’t matter at all, you always come first.”

“I wanted to do something special, Y/N,” Remus says, meeting her eyes for the first time. 

“To be quite honest with you, love, I’d be more than happy doing absolutely nothing if I was doing it with you,” she states matter-of-factly, her fingers now tangled in his hair, a loving smile still on her face. 

Before he has the time to retort, she presses a kiss to his lips and feels them spread into a smile as he completely forgets everything except the she tastes in that very moment. 

💖Amortentia- Marauders Era: Sirius

Request:  hi!! I love all the Valentine’s Day prompts you’re doing—they’re so cute! could you do a sirius/reader drabble? amortentia would probably smell like spearmint, cinnamon, and coconuts to me; I’m a slytherin/pukwudgie; and I love science and Shakespeare. I’m not sure if that’s what you wanted for the drabble requests, so if I need to change anything, please let me know! have a great day!

“I really doubt that’s what a this is meant to look like,” Y/N states, baffled at the bright red liquid bubbling in her cauldron. 

“That’s exactly what it’s meant to look like, Y/N,” Lily gives her a nod of encouragement.

“But it’s so… bright. I thought it would be a little cloudier,” she thinks out loud, continuing to mix the liquid slowly, looking closely at the instructions on the worn out book that lay open on the table, following them with her finger.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N, a perfect example of amortentia right here! Have a look everyone,” Professor Slughorn’s voice startles her, making her flinch slightly as she drops the ladle she’d been stirring with. 

“What does it smell like Y/N?” Lily whispers in her ear, and she leans closer over the boiling cauldron, letting the steam enter her nostril. 

“Cinnamon… Coconut… and, spearmint? I think it’s spearmint anyway,” she shrugs brushing the pleasant scent off as insignificant. Professor Slughorn takes her cauldron and carries it to the front of the class, and she thinks nothing of it, nothing at all… Until she realises that the comforting scent lingers by her, and glances over her shoulder to see who stayed behind as the rest of the class follows the Professor to the front of the class, her eyes coming straight into contact with brilliantly grey ones. Ones crinkled into a smile. Ones belonging to Sirius Black. 

💖Cheeky!- Marauders Era: Sirius

Request:  Hii can i request at sirius x reader where the reader is decorating gryffindor common room for another quidditch match victory party, she is hanging something on the wall on a ladder and sirius is helping her. but he keeps telling her to fix things bc he just wants to stare at her ass😂 sorry if this is too specific i just loved the idea!

Crimson banners fill the room, roaring lions threaded with gold shifting around the fabric, seemingly exhilarated by the purpose of their display. Y/N looks around the room, satisfied with the decorations she’d been levitating onto the walls for the past hour. Satisfied, that is, until the corner of one of the banners unstuck itself from the wall. She groans, not noticing a smirking Sirius Black lurking in the corner and slipping his wand back up his sleeve before he rose from the armchair he’d been sitting in. 

“Need a hand?” he questions, approaching the frustrated girl.

“Since you’re offering,” she shrugs, “Grab that ladder for me would you? Might as well try this the muggle way." 

He drags over the metal contraption leaning against one of the tapestried walls and places it under the fallen fabric. She gives him a grateful nod and steps foot on the first step, and another on the second, before glaring down at him, with a questioning frown on her face. 

"Why are you still holding onto the ladder, Black?" 

"So you don’t fall, of course,” he looks up and gives her a grin, prompting her to narrow her eyes at him before turning back around and pressing the banner back to the wall firmly. The moment she turns to make her way back down, however, the edge of the banner falls once again. An aggravated whine escapes her lips as she walks back up, completely oblivious to the grey eyes of the boy holding the ladder which lay fixated on her bum as she walks down and back up for the third time, finally giving up when the banner refuses to stay stuck for the fourth time. 

“Right, I’m tired of this, I give up,” she states, annoyance present in her voice as she shifts the ladder back to where it was, without noticing Sirius slipping his wand back into his sleeve… for the fourth time.

“Bummer,” he shrugs and gives her a smile, giving her bottom another infatuated look before she disappears from his sight and into the girls’ dormitories. 

💖Valentine’s Prompts 6,11,40 and 41-Marauders Era: Sirius

Request:  6, 11, 40, 41 with Sirius? Thank you so much! You’re such a wonderful writer! 💝

• 6. Being stuck at their house during a blizzard
• 11. Slow dancing in the living room
• 40. Make traditions
• 41. Cuddle

“It’s bloody insane out there,” Sirius lets the curtain fall back into place after a glance at the strengthening blizzard outside, “We aren’t going anywhere tonight.”

“Nooo,” Y/N groans, “I got dressed up and everything,” she gestures at the floor length y/f/c dress. 

“Sorry, love, there’s no way,” she notices the familiar mischievous glimmer in his eyes and narrows her eyes at the dark haired boy, noticing the way his grey eyes scan her body in the cascading dress.

“Shame for the dress to go to waste though,” his familiar smirk appears and she smiles back, shaking her head lightly.

“I’ll wear it another time.”

“Why don’t we just have our own fancy dance?” as he speaks, he makes his way to her, placing a hand on her waist and taking her small palm into his. She feels her stomach flutter at his touch and allows her other palm to rest on his shoulder. He removes his hand from her waist for a split second, flicking the record player in the corner of the room on with his wand and returning his hand to its previous position. 

They begin to sway to the gentle music as it fills the room with warmth and something unfamiliar. Their foreheads touch and smiles cover their faces, as the roughened fingertips of his right hand find their way from her palm and to her cheek, sending electricity running through her mind at their touch. 

“We should do this more often,” he whispers, the warmth of his breath making her smile wider.

“I’d like that,” she mutters, “At least once a year, I’d say.”

“I like that idea. Every Valentine’s Day,” he grins at her and places a kiss on the tip of her nose, her face scrunching up with joy at the gesture. 

The sound of music fades away, but they don’t stop swaying back and forth for another few moments. The calmness of the room is broken by a squeal that escapes her lips as he lifts her from the floor and places her on the sofa by the crackling fireplace. Chuckles flutter through the warmed air, overpowering the booming snowstorm outside as he lies on top of her, his head resting on her chest as he listens to her steady heartbeat. Her fingers tangle in his hair as a contented smile spreads over her face and her eyelids close, light and happy with his whispered words: “I love you so much, you know.”

💖Valentine’s Prompt 25- Marauders Era: Sirius

Request:  Hi, I’d like to make a Valentine’s Day request, prompt no.25 with Sirius please! With him losing and making excuses, and giving the reader her reward for winning, prompt no.4, but Sirius hoping she would ask for -something else-, if you know what I mean Thank you xx

• 25. Play video games together 
  

“Now that’s just cheating,” Sirius Black exclaims angrily as the screen flashes with the exclamation PLAYER 2 WINS!

“It’s not cheating, it’s skill,” Y/N retorts casually, gently throwing her controller onto the bed.

“I want a rematch.” he states, his eyes narrowed at her laughing face.

“I mean, alright. But I have beaten you seven times now,” she leans over to grab her controller off the bed once again.

“If you beat me this time, I will actually get you a damn trophy.” he says, a frown of concentration taking over his handsome face.

“I don’t want a trophy. But I will accept a reward,” she states happily, as the screen glows with the Start option for the upteenth time.

“I may need glasses,” the grey eyed boy argues at his tenth loss, exasperated at his own losing streak.

“I’ve given you two extra chances now, Black. When do I get my prize?” she frowns at him playfully, her arms folded over her chest.

“Your prize is right here,” he gestures at himself, the movement of his arm overly exaggerated, drawing a laugh out from her lips.

“Yeah, you wish,” she winks at him, flicking him on the temple lightly before the Start button flashes up on the screen once again.

💖Valentine’s Prompt 12- Marauders Era: James

Request:  12 with James please?

• 12. Baking together 
  

Flour stains the counter of the small, quaint kitchen, spread over the surface and falling onto the floor in dust like clouds. A frown graces James Potter’s face as he intently stares at an open book, its pages stained with now dry splotches of milk. Y/N wraps her arms around his waist and places a kiss on his sweater covered shoulder, feeling his hand cover her palms as he sighs with frustration.

“I can do it, you know,” she says softly, an admiring glimmer in her y/e/c eyes as she looks at the concentrated boy.

“No, we’re supposed to do it together, Y/N. My mother didn’t raise a quitter,” he states in response, reaching for one of the measuring cups scattered on the counter next to the damned cook book. She laughs at his answer and floats a bag of sugar over to the puzzled boy. He notices it hovering in front of him and grabs it quickly, flashing her a grateful smile. Suddenly, his frown returns as he turns around, his eyes nervously scanning the kitchen.

“Babe, have you seen my glasses?”

“Yes, love, they are on your nose,” she stifles a chuckle at the confused expression that overtakes his face as he touches the bridge of his nose with his fingers, just to make sure of the fact. He shakes his head lightly at his own silliness, grabbing a wooden spoon and beginning to vigorously stir the incomplete mixture in the wooden bowl, parts of the gooey substance flying across the small space, one hitting Y/N on the cheek. A mischievous smile spreads across her face as she grabs a fistful of flour and reaches towards him, spreading the white powder across his face, and causing the now ghost faced boy to turn and face her, his glasses completely stained. 

“Well, that was uncalled for,” before she can dodge it, a handful of star shaped sprinkles scatters across her face, getting stuck in her hair as she laughs and wraps her arms around James, placing a soft kiss on his nose before whispering: “I told you baking isn’t that bad.”

💖Valentine’s Prompts 39 and 43- Marauders Era: Remus

Request:  I want to request a Valentine’s day imagine with the prompts 39 and 43, remus x reader please :)

• 39. Take a soothing bubble bath together
• 43. Pick outfits for each other

The heat of the water overwhelms her, her mind cleared almost immediately by the gentle burning on her skin. A contented smile spreads across her face as she leans on the edge of the bathtub, her legs intertwining with his, the contact of their skin in the water seeming to make steam rise from the calm water. Their eyes meet and their steam stained smiles seem to glow brighter. She closes her eyes and exhales a sigh filled with relaxation, met by a chuckle from his lips as his pruned fingers run along her smooth skin. 

“Relieved, are you?” he asks with a smirk on his face.

“Getting ready for other people’s weddings is exhausting,” she sighs, giving him a nudge with her foot.

“Don’t get too relaxed, we’ve got to get ready in a bit,” he reminds, and a soft groan escapes her lips.

“Don’t remind me.”

Thirty minutes pass, but they seem like only three when the set alarm clock goes off, reminding the love soaked couple to get out of the bubbling bathtub. She has a pout on her pretty lips as she slips from the tub and into the bathrobe that he holds up as she glides her arms into the sleeves. She gives Remus a smile and a light kiss on the cheek before following him into the bedroom, her eyes scanning his scarred back with a loving glance as he covers it in a white shirt. As he fumbles with buttons, she grabs two dresses from the bed and, holding them next to each other, frowns with indecisiveness.

He turns back around and she gives another pout: “Which one?”

“Left,” he gives her a small smile, and she places a happy kiss on his lips before taking the y/f/c dress off the hanger and removing her bathrobe, slipping it on over her legs and hips in one swift motion.

“Zip?”

It’s been a year of him, of them, but her skin still tingles when his fingers touch it, pulling up the cold metal zipper of the dress and tightening the fabric around her body. She smooths out the dress and turns to face the boy, who is now holding up two different ties: “Which one?” he asks, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Left,” she states abruptly, slipping the silk around his neck and pulling him closer for a soft, passionate kiss. 

💖Valentine’s Prompt 14- Marauders Era: Sirius

Request: 14. Passing notes in class with Sirius Black throwing paper balls at his childhood friend who is a slytherin and her being very annoyed by that? and when she finally reads them, she realizes that all of them have the same message?

A/N: I modified this a bit because I got inspired, hope you don’t mind!

• 14. Passing notes in class

Something hit the back of Y/N’s head. It didn’t hurt, no, but this had been the fifth time and, with a frustrated eye roll, she turned around to face a grinning Sirius Black, giving her a playful wink, her angered facial expression clearly having no effect on him.  

“Will you knock it off, Black?” she snaps at the boy, whose expression remains amused, his glance darting from her to Professor McGonagall, who was sitting at her desk, momentarily unaware of the minuscule mayhem.

“Read it,” he mouthed at her eagerly, met only by another eye roll.

“Sod it,” she mouthed back before turning back around and picking up her quill. The crumpled pieces of parchment were scattered around her work, and she found her gaze wandering from her essay to the messy balls of paper. 

She bedecked her essay with a full stop and, glancing back to make sure Sirius wasn’t paying attention (he wasn’t), reached for one of the pieces of paper, opening it slowly and smoothing it out.

“Y/N,” curls on the paper, and she finds herself frowning at this. She reaches for another crumpled piece of paper, unfolding it with slight hope, only to find the same thing written in clumsily loopy handwriting. Frustration builds up inside her as she opens another, and another, crumpling the fourth one back into a ball and chucking it directly at the boy’s head, prompting him to look up and mouth: “Open the last one.”

She narrows her eyes at him and unfolds the final bit of parchment crumpled on her desk, her frustration slowly fading at the inked words: “Be my Valentine?” 

💖Valentine’s Prompts 2,3 and 37- Marauders Era: Sirius

Request: Hello! Can I request prompts 2, 3, and 37 with either Draco or Sirius (you pick) Thank you so much!

• 2. Tying his tie
• 3. Him/Her zipping your dress
• 37. Play/Kiss in the rain

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she rolls her eyes, the silky smooth fabric slipping through her nimble, loving fingers as she pulls the wide end of the black tie through the loop they just created.

“And why exactly is that?” a devious smirk is on Sirius’ face as his hands find their way to her waist, tingles finding their way through the loose texture of her dress and prompting a smile to light up her face as she tightens the tie, placing it perfectly under his collar. She turns around swiftly, her bare back facing him as she looks over her left shoulder and gives him a flirtatious wink.

“Because you tied a tie yourself for 7 years at school, you nitwit. Zip?”

“I’d rather not,” she sees his pupils widen as he glances at the exposed skin. Her eyebrows raise at the flirtatious statement and, with a silent groan, he pulls the zipper upwards, tightening the lax fabric and prompting it to hug the curve of her hips. Satisfied she turns around and places a soft kiss on his nose, his face scrunching up with satisfaction at the gesture. 

“Come on,” she whispers, her warm breath spilling over his face and making the corners of his mouth stretch into another smile, “We’ll be late for the wedding.”

The door shuts with a thud, barely heard over the splatters of raindrops that hit the ground with rapid noise. Her y/e/c eyes are topped with frowning brows, while he sports only a mischievous grin, followed by his fingers wrapping around her wrist and pulling her into the blurring rain, despite her yells of protest.

“Are you bloody insane?” her voice can barely be heard through the loud noise of plunging water, her dress drenched within seconds, her frown washed away at the sight of his childish grin and the pull of his strong loving hand drawing her closer to him. His hair is soaked and merged with his face, and his smile makes the gloom of the stormy day vanish before it’s pressed to her lips, and she forgets about James and Lily’s wedding and the coldness of the fabric sticking to her skin as she finds her fingers in his hair and the world being washed away with the falling droplets.

💖Heartbreak-Marauders Era: Sirius

Request:  Can you do something really heart wrenching w/ young Sirius Black? Like, for example, he breaks her heart and the ending is really sad ? A bit strange, I know, but I’m in the mood for it. Thanks!

There is a biting cold floating through the air, landing on her skin with unheard thuds. She is all tangled sheets and trickling beads of sweat, uneven breaths and a hummingbird quick heartbeat as she lies by him, her chest moving up and down with exhilarated sighs. 

It was a consequence of his honeydew voice and amorous glances, his deliberately accidental touches and the piercing gaze of his grey eyes. It was light kisses that never touched her lips and the touch of his fingertips on her bare, silken skin. 

She looks at the ice faced boy, his eyes refusing to meet hers. Wide-eyed hope guides her to his lips, but she is stopped, the unfortunate game still unraveling as the rough skin on the tip of his finger is pressed to her silent, soft mouth, as his coarse voice speaks words that leave a devastation in her soul:

“I only kiss women I love.” 

♫Shape of You- Ed Sheeran//Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request:  Will you please do a Sirius X Reader based on “Shape Of You” by Ed Sheeran? ♡

A/N: @fandomtrash-20 here’s the tag you asked for! I hope this is good, I was facing a bit of writer’s block with it, so I might do a different one later on! Enjoy loves xoxox

The Leaky Cauldron is filled with light conversation and eccentrically dressed individuals scattered over the mismatched chairs, their hushed, rushed words filling the room. The air is slightly stuffy, cigarette smoke curling in all corners as occasional yells directed at the barmaid zoom through the dimly lit space.  
Y/N enters, the familiar smell of smoke and aging wood filling her nostrils and bringing a smile to her face. She takes a deep breath and takes four eager strides towards the bar, taking a seat on a shabby, olive coloured stool and giving the bartender a friendly wave. The bald, cheerful man gives her a happy wave before putting a glass of nettle wine in front of another customer and walking towards her.

“Well hello, Y/N! It’s been a while! Where’ve you been hiding?” the familiarity of his voice makes her feel at home as she gives him a grin.

“I do still go to school Tom,” she answers with a small chuckle as she watches him grab a large goblet from the back of a worn cupboard, feeling a slight warmth at the chip that still remains in the thick glass, one she remembers bedecking the glass with at age six. Memories of her father insisting that her pumpkin juice be served in a goblet, just like his firewhiskey, flood her mind, her heart fluttering as the familiar goblet is handed to her over the counter with a wink from Tom, brimming with butterbeer. 

She happily takes a sip and allows her y/e/c eyes to wander around the space, lingering for a second on the back of a dark haired man, but moving straight back to Tom once he began to speak again.

“How’s your last year treating you?” he asks happily, charming a mop to wipe down a freshly washed glass as he leans on the counter.

“It’s definitely not easy,” she says with a roll of her eyes, “but it’s not too bad. I’m finding it quite interesting actu–”

Her answer is interrupted by a familiar, hoarse voice calling Tom over for another shot of rum and prompting her eyes to dart towards the familiar figure. A smile slowly spreads across her face and she leaves her seat, the goblet still comfortable in her hand, Tom giving her a baffled look as she reaches out and lightly taps the shoulder of the dark haired figure he’s handing a small glass of red liquid to. 

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♫One- Ed Sheeran// Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request:  the song “one” by ed sheeran and sirius x reader please? thank you, i love your writing

The absence of street lights makes the stars in the sky shine brighter, the streaks of light that protrude from the distant bodies littering the familiar street of Godric’s Hollow. Steps quicken, heavy with regrets and nerves, walking on the dark, paved surface. Hands are shoved into coin filled pockets and the clink of gold and bronze booms through the stifling silence of the street, previously disrupted only by the occasional whistle of gentle wind and the rustle of leaves.  

Sirius Black turns over every coin in his pocket with his long, suddenly shivering fingers, chilled by the crisp air that fills the eerily silent night. A panic floods him suddenly, and then he finds it: a simple metal hoop rests between his fingertips and he breaths a sigh of relief, closing a fist around the object. 

A street light flickers on and illuminates his face, sleepless and unshaven, a drunken glimmer in his eye from the courage that he drank in the form of endless glasses of firewhiskey before leaving The Leaky Cauldron, his heart growing as the liquid burned its way down his throat. 

Finally, he sees the proud, pearl-coloured house at the end of the street. Unanticipatedly, he loses feeling in his legs as his heart beat quickens and a genuine grin spreads across his tired, pale face as he rushes towards the mahogany door, gravel crackling under his rapid steps.

He reaches the door, the chipped silver paint on the knocker seeming to stop him from using it. He shifts his weight from foot to foot nervously and finally reaches for the knocker with his right hand, his left still palming the object he was terrified of losing. 

The sounds of the collision between metal and wood seem a lot louder than they should be, shattering the calm of the street and the silence of his mind and causing a flurry of doubt to whirl through his mind. He takes a step back, and goes to take another, when the door opens, and the light from the inside shines on his face, causing him to squint and blink repeatedly before opening his eyes again as his eyes shine with excitement.

She stands there, in the doorway, a light violet bathrobe clinging to her hips, her mussed, y/h/c hair aglow with the yellow light behind her, almost like a halo. She was clearly woken by his arrival, but her eyes are wide open, her mouth agape in shock as she looks at the newcomer. A full minute goes by as electricity seems to flow back and forth between their eyes, unseen sparks setting the whole neighbourhood aglow in their minds.

It’s her soft, raspy voice that breaks the intoxicating silence, sobering him up within seconds.

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♫She’s Not Afraid- One Direction// Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request:  Could you do a Sirius x reader based off of “She’s not afraid” by one direction? Xx

Y/N fumbles with the buttons of her shirt hurriedly, her glance nervously darting from her suddenly clumsy fingers to the door of the boys’ dormitory she really isn’t supposed to be in. A chuckle reaches her ears through her frenzied rush and she turns to the dark haired boy, his pale, bare body still tangled in the sheets that cover the four poster bed she was lying on seconds before. Her panicked look now morphs into one of puzzled frustration, one raised, the other descended in a frown.

“What’s so funny, Black?” her voice sounds slightly irritated, only making the grin on the amused boy’s face widen as he reached for the crumpled up fabric on the floor by the bed.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, but his mischievous grin told a different story as he pulled the scrunched up boxers over his legs under the thin fabric of the sheets.

“Spit it out,” she finds her arms crossed over her half buttoned shirt, forgetting about the haste that she was in minutes ago.

“It’s just funny,” he stated, a tad too casually, “how panicked you are about getting caught.”

“Why’s that funny?” her eyes narrow at him, and he shakes his head. 

“We’ve been sleeping together for nearly a year now,” he affirms.

“I have a calendar, thanks,” she says, giving him a sarcastic grin. 

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