Remus/Sirius fic
Title: Bed Bug
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The pups are owned by J.K. Rowling. If I owned them, the canon-ness would be much more obvious :-)
Word Count: 778
Summary: Sirius disrupts Remus' sleep one night in the dormitory by invading his bed-space. The debate that follows crushes any hopes Sirius had about alternative nicknames (Remy and Siri).
NOTE: This fic takes place before the puppy-love begins.
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“Remus,” Sirius whispered in his friend’s ear. “Are you asleep?”
“Yep,” Remus said in a similar whisper.
“Well, that’s good,” he smirked, pulling back the sheets. “Cause I’m getting in.”
Suddenly, Remus felt a cold body cuddle up next to him in bed.
“Padfoot! You’re freezing,” he said, trying to keep his voice down so as not to wake his roommates.
“You should feel my feet; they’re ice,” Sirius smiled, making sure that his cold toes grazed his friend’s leg. Despite the glare he sent, Remus obediently molded his body to fit Sirius’.
“Having trouble sleeping?” Remus asked lazily, glancing slightly over his shoulder to see Sirius’ face.
“What makes you say that?”
“Because whenever you can’t sleep, I’m not allowed to either.”
“Rubbish,” Sirius said, waving away the comment idly with his hand. Remus could just barely make out the five-fingered outline in the dark dormitory. “I tossed and turned in my bed for at least two hours before I woke you. You were sleeping like a baby the whole time. Your snoring rivaled Peter’s, you know.”
“Does not,” Remus countered, lifting his head in hopes that his friend would see the wounded look on his face. Sirius simply scoffed. “Peter sleeps and the lumberjacks start their work.”
“If Pete’s a chainsaw then you’re a bloody bulldozer.”
“That’s it, get out of my bed,” Remus said, half-heartedly trying to push his friend to the floor. “You insult my sleeping habits and you smell of dog.”
“You always say that, but I haven’t transformed in nearly two weeks. And I shower daily-”
Remus snorted in laughter.
“Nearly daily,” Sirius concluded. “Every other day. Usually. Besides, that day in between is what gives me this lovely musk. Musk a la Sirius.”
“Musk a la Padfoot,” Remus countered. “A daily shower would help with those fleas too.”
“I do not have fleas!” he said a bit too loudly. Remus elbowed him lightly in the rib. “Peter just made that up so we’d stop teasing him about eating garbage when he’s Wormtail.”
“Conspiracy.”
“Damn right it is. Next full moon I’m biting his tail off.”
“Do you really want to transform back the next morning with Peter in your teeth?”
Sirius was quiet for a while, probably deciding if it would be worth having a fellow Maurarder stuck in your teeth for the satisfaction of revenge. The silence caused Remus’ eyes to become heavy with sleep. Perhaps he’s finally gone to sleep...
“You’re right,” Sirius finally concluded, causing Remus to sigh with disappointment. He still wants to talk. “Perhaps I’ll just spread a rumor tomorrow that Peter wears girls knickers to bed.”
“There’s a good boy,” Remus murmured into his pillow.
“You’re dead tired, aren’t you?” Sirius sighed, sitting up and looking at Remus’ closed eyes and slack mouth.
“What gave it away?” he muttered, his words nearly inaudible.
“Right,” Sirius said, laying back down and squirming a bit till he was comfortable. “Night, Remy.”
Remus’ eyes opened, immediately awake. “‘Remy?’” he mocked, glancing over his shoulder to shoot Sirius a puzzled look. “Since when did we agree on that nickname?”
“I donno,” his friend replied, shrugging against Remus’ back. “I just thought it sounded nice.”
“It’s no shorter then ‘Remus.’ Both have two syllables and take just as long to say,” Remus rambled. He could practically feel Sirius rolling his eyes at his friends’ logical thought. “I really don’t think it qualifies as a nickname, let alone a good one.”
“So am I to understand you don’t approve of ‘Remy’?”
“It’s horrid.” Remus said, smirking slightly. “Next I’ll be expected to call you ‘Siri.’”
“Hey, that actually sounds pretty goo-”
“No. Absolutely not,” he said sternly, deciding it would be best to kill the dream before Sirius grew too attached to it. “As for me, ‘Moony’ is a perfectly acceptable nickname, thank you.”
“Yea, but James and Peter call you ‘Moony’ as well.” Sirius paused. Remus could feel him pulling at the sheets with his feet. “I just wanted my own nickname for you, that no one else could use.”
Remus tensed slightly, suddenly noticing that Sirius’ hand was set lightly on his waist. He had no idea how long it had been there, but suddenly the skin under Sirius’ touch began to tingle. Remus thought he should move away and let his friend’s hand drop to the bed, but he liked the shiver the contact caused in his stomach too much. He simply placed his hand on Sirius’, moved it down to his stomach and laced his fingers into the spaces between his friends’.
“G’night, Padfoot.”
Fin.