Remy always liked this time of day best - early summer evenings, with the sun setting over London, still warm enough to have the windows open, but perhaps a jumper on too to keep off the chill. He yawned slightly, resting his head against the window pane and staring idly out across the rooptops with a cup of tea in his hands, a Pepper puddled only
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His own bowl was drained and set aside, and Remy turned to lay himself out along the sofa, taking up the whole damn length with long body and longer legs, arms linked behind a lounging blond head. He watched Danny bend to Pepper, eyes drinking in the sight of his slender partner. "Gorgeous."
Danny let his red hair fall to cover his face, probably due to the fact that he was blushing at Remy's mention of the park. "Shut up," he muttered. "You're hopeless." Pepper wiggled his agreement on the floor and wuffed at Danny's socks. The redhead giggled and moved his foot out of the way.
A regular outside running schedule had given Danny soft freckles across his nose and a warmer sheen to his pale skin. His hair was streaked in places with lighter strawberry sunshine-marks, and it looked nice against his ragged hunter green jumper. Paint streaked the thighs of his jeans and dripped on the hem of his sleeve, but really, a disheveled Danny Parker was almost the cutest Danny of them all.
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Hands crept down, tucking under Dannys shirt - and then tickling him mercilessly, the Gryffindor laughing as the redhead twisted against him, and then taking that very opportune moment to press a kiss to warm, soft lips. "Hi." He murmured, brown eyes bright. "Hi."
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He loved cuddling like this, the two of them warm on the couch. Danny tucked his feet up and snuggled into Remy's side. "What're you so loving for, anyway? Is your brother coming over soon or something?"
Poor Matthieu's secret love of Danny had finally been made known to the redhead, and although Remy still didn't believe him, the Gryffindor was a bit more physically affectionate now when Matt was around.
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Ah. Of course. Anyway, Remy just wanted a bit of affection, too. His hand stroked through Dannys hair, pushing it back off of the other mans face, and curling it around his ear. Remy knew how much Danny adored his hair and ears being played with.
"He already passed on staying in the baby's room." Matt was certainly a sweetheart - but as a strapping twenty-something now, he was perhaps a bit too old for Winnie the Pooh.
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