Who: James Potter and Regulus Black Where: Library When: Late Sunday/Very early Monday What: Spending time together Status: Incomplete
This probably wasn't the bet idea ever, but it certainly wasn't the worst idea that they had ever had, so Regulus figured that was better that nothing. He was more asleep than not at the moment, so he wasn't feeling overly prone to worry. It was fairly late; he was pretty sure that it was probably nearly dawn by now, but there was still no sunlight peeking over the edge of the horizon just yet. Everything around them was quiet and comfortable, and Regulus had to admit that he felt fairly safe in that instant.
They were both still splayed across the floor of the library. Regulus was feeling oddly comfortable. His feet were a little cold, splayed away from the warmth of James' body, but his head was balanced on the other's stomach. He could feel the rise and fall of breath that James was taking, which was rather rhythmic and had eventually lulled him to sleep. They were so rarely able to do anything like this. Everything had been hidden away, kept out of sight, that the opportunities they had to actually fall asleep beside each other were few and far. It had been well over two years since he had fallen asleep curled up around James. It was something that he had missed, but that wasn't something that he was about to admit to James.
One of his hands was resting on James' stomach, just to the side of his head; his fingers were curled a little into the other's skin. He was stripped down to only his boxers and the cuff that he wore on his left forearm, which was a significant lack of clothing for Regulus.