Re: Dean and Seamus
Seamus did, at least, let Dean get into bed first, giving him the space to starfish out the way he usually did. It was (somewhat pathetically, Seamus supposed) about the only time his double bed got used as such. "Tomorrow," he agreed, stashing his wand on the bedside table.
He followed Dean into bed, throwing one arm loosely across Dean's stomach because by now they'd learned there was really no point pretending they weren't going to end up this way. With the other, he pulled the blankets halfway up. Seamus wriggled, bare sandy toes pressed against Dean's ankle. They hadn't bothered to turn the lights on and although the sun through the window was definitely going to piss them off in the morning, Seamus was too comfortable to move. "Good?" he asked, just to make sure.