Bedtime || Sirius&Kendall
[ Kendall yawned slightly as she wiggled against the sheets of his bed, they smelt nice. Like boy sweat and she could help but snuggle her head into the pillow as she made herself comfortable. ] I was practising and what I discovered by using Remus was that I am not very good and he will never get laid without being forced into it. Literally shirtless and he has no - [ Ken yawned again, stretching her legs out as she did, soft warm skin brushing against his own and resting there, one thigh running over his own, eyes dropping even. The bed was just so small, the movement of the stretch caused her to curl over so her own body ran against the side of his own. ] - game. The appeal his his scuffy facial hair, body that looks like he’s been working as a lumber jack and no shame in his love for chocolate. [ Ken pouted again, hand running over her cheek as she felt how hot it was, stretching her arm out of the blankets so she cold lay it along her side. ] Noooooooo, you’re meant to be the nice one, Sirius. Don’t be mean to girls, how do you even get laid if you’re mean to them? All girls want a boy’s jacket. [ Ken laughed as he patted her head doing the same to him. ] Sid, I’m not a baby.
[ Sirius was grudgingly fond of her, then, with her little yawns and blonde hair all splayed out on the sheets. He didn't know where this rush of affection came from, but he smiled at her sleepily anyway. ] Remus is clueless. Very clueless and boring and snore-y. But he does look really good with his shirt off. Really bloody good. Almost as good as me. [ He registered vaguely that he was beginning to sound a little delirious, but, hell, he was too content to do anything about it. He'd always liked the feeling of someone else's skin against his own, especially in the hazy fragility of night and the truth of the dark, so he didn't object when her thigh pressed into his. ] Nah, Pete's the nice one, Nance. I'm the sexy one. That's why girls sleep with me. I'm really sexy. But does it have to be my favourite leather jacket, really? Granted, it'd probably suit you. But probably not as much as it does me. [ He grinned at her, eyes closing. ] You sure are. You're a sixth-year, you're practically an infant.











