Who: George and Marcus What: Morning after When: Early Sunday Morning Where: The Twins' House Warnings: Nekkid times Status: Incomplete
There was no doubt about it, George Weasley was a snuggler. It didn't matter if he started on the opposite side of the bed, if he was sharing the bed with someone he usually ended up using them as a pillow or snuggled up to their side. Marcus was of course no exception to the rule and the older man didn't seem to complain about George's more tactile tendencies. Or if he did, George hadn't heard any of them. It may have been a reckless and split-second decision to bring Marcus back to the unplottable house he shared with his Twin but George was generally one to think things through more thoroughly after the fact.
Head rested on Marcus' chest, arm draped around the other man's middle, George was comfortable and had slept rather soundly. A small frown marred his features as sunlight from the window filtered in through the partially closed curtains, causing him to press his face closer to Marcus with a small whine. That was another thing about George, he never was that much of a morning person.
Unfortunately, the early morning sun would not go away and George dozed, trying to cling to the pleasantness of sleep for a little while longer. However, he knew he'd have to get up soon, if only to let Grumpy go and play Quidditch. But the good old 'five more minutes' phrase was sounding oh so very appealing right now - not because George was getting attached, no, but because he was comfortable.