@jegulus-microfic January 8, Word count 444
They’d fallen asleep in each other's arms again. James woke with a smile on his face. Regulus wouldn’t be as happy when he woke up, but James was determined to enjoy this little pocket of peace. He looked down at Regulus, snuggled up against him. His hair was messier than James had ever seen. James wanted so badly to run his fingers through the bird's nest of curls, but he knew if he moved, Regulus would wake up, and then he’d leave. To keep himself from reaching out, he focused on Regulus’s features, his eyes greedily drinking them in. His face looked so soft when he slept. His scowl was completely gone, and his lips opened into a little o as he breathed in and out. His eyelids fluttered and then opened, blinking hard as he took in where he was. James sighed internally as the spell was broken and reality crept back in.
“Hi,” Regulus murmured sleepily. “What time is it?” James rolled and checked the clock that had appeared on the bedside table.
“Erm, almost eight I think,” He said, squinting at the clock instead of getting his glasses. Regulus sighed and pushed up on James’s chest.
“Shit!” He exclaimed. “It’s nine,” He scrambled out of the bed and hurriedly collected his clothes and put them on. James watched him from the bed with a dopey smile on his face. Even dressing in a rush, Regulus looked so neat and tidy. It was hard to believe they were yesterday's rumpled clothing.
“Will I see you tonight?” James asked, in no hurry to leave the bed. He didn’t have quidditch practice today and his first lesson wasn’t for another hour.
Regulus looked up, his scowl firmly back in place.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. If I don’t sleep in my own bed my friends are going to be more insufferable than usual,” James felt the smile fall from his face.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” He got up then, no longer enjoying being in their bed all alone. He pulled his clothes on and looked exactly like he’d out on yesterday's clothes.
“I’m sorry,” Regulus said by the door, his hand on the handle ready to open it.
“It’s fine, love,” James knew, his smile barely made it to his eyes.
“Maybe we can have another swimming lesson tomorrow?” Regulus suggested a touch, hopefully. James’s smile grew.
“Yeah, love, that sounds perfect,” He swooped in and kissed a sweet, soft kiss to Regulus’s lips and stood back so he could leave the room. Their room.
Regulus opened the door with a small, happy smile on his face, and all hell broke loose.
