Literature
One Summer Night
"Sirius, it's hot."
Remus wasn't one to ever complain. During the school year he tolerated his friends' antics on a daily basis without batting an eyelid. For him to say something about the temperature meant it had to be considerably warm in the bedroom.
And it was. For some reason, one that Remus was sure he would never discover or understand, Sirius insisted on sleeping under every single cover on his bed. Quilt, blanket, sheet, Sirius. Normally his sleeping habits didn't bother Remus, but normally Remus wasn't in bed with him.
"Stick your feet out or something," Sirius muttered, shifting away from Remus a bit. It was a rather