A/N: This is written for Morghen's birthday. Happy birthday, Mor! I hope you'll like it!
The lyrics are from I really want you with James Blunt.

History Unfolds

Are there silver shores on paradise? Can I come in from the cold? I really want you to really want me, but I really don't know if you can do that.

this was
NOT
what you had expected
was it, sweetie?

not that you would
complain
of course not
because hadn't
you d r e a m e d of this
sometimes
-always-

hoped&&longed
but you'd ~waved~ it
off
thinking you were
stupid

almostalmosta l m o s t
**blushing**
over what your
mind
came up with

(was it even possible for
your brain
to be so
dirty?
weren't you the
prude
of you all?
apparently not
when it was a
certain BLACK-haired wizard
that occupied your mind)

well, it seemed
that your -wistful-
thinking
had got you somewhere
(exactly where you wanted to be)

in his arms
it was so easy, actually
so right

you fitted perfectly
together
his head on your chest
your fingers in his hair
his hand clutching your arm

and everything
so
peaceful
even breathes
his (longlongbeautiful) eyelashes
touching his cheeks

and you could
lay there f o r e v e r
just watch him

(and feel the closure)
((and feel the heave of his body on you))
it really was
perfect
so warm so soft so easy
so right

you were happy you had
woken up
before him
just so you had
time l o o k i n g at him
tracing his
collarbone with your finger

it wasn't that you
hadn't seen him before
you knew his
every curve and shape
and had done that for so long

but something was
d i f f e r e n t
when it was like this

it wasn't the
occasional brush
it was a
touch for the sake of
touches

it wasn't the
hurried glance
it was a
gaze for the sake of
gazes

when he opens
his eyes
(those beautifulbeautifullovable eyes)
and looks
straight
at you
you feel your cheeks
RreddenN
and your lips
curl into a
(:goofy:) smile

he answers it
(thank Merlin for that, you hadn't even
considered the opposite
what c o u l d have happened
when he woke up)

"how did I end up her?"
his eyes are ^sparkling^
when he says that
and he wraps his arms
around you

(isn't it nice feeling so safe, for once, dear?)

you explain
all
about yesterday
(because you know he
won't abandon you
s o m e w h e r e deep within you)

how he arrived from
the Quidditch pitch
looking like a wet dog

he groans "c'mon, Remmy!"
"it's true"
your eyebrows are raised
and he chuckles

how he ddrraaggggeedd himself
through the common room
into the shower
and stayed there for so
looooooooong
you were beginning to
worry
so you

"-er-"

(this is where the prude in you
begins to show,
isn't it, darling?)

how should you put it?
you
gatecrashed
his shower

he laughs
(and his breath
is so w a r m
against your neck)

"I remember that far,
but what happened then?"

suddenly his fingers
are in your hair
~playing~ with a lock
swirlingtwirling it

"-er- well,
James and Peter
showed up"

he rolls his eyes
"of course they would"

then pouting
your stomach jolting

"but, Remmy
I remember all that,
but how come
I'm in your bed?"

you bite your lip
"apparently the
sad puppy
wasn't completely cheered up"

the grab on your arm is
s u d d e n l y tighter
"Rem, it wasn't your fault"
sincere eyes
drowningdeep

"I know"
because you do

(good godric, if he hadn't
e n j o y e d that moment in
the showers you'd been
so
mistaken
so you had already
already back then
concluded you shouldn't
take offense that it hadn't
been e n o u g h comforting for Sirius
((besides, you
hadn't complained
that he had wanted
more,
of course))

you know each other
damned well)

a devilish grin
appears on his lips
and your stomach
~jolts~
again

"so then it was me
gatecrashing your bed?"

you nod
and he takes your free hand
and intertwines your fingers
tightlytightly fitting perfectly
like two pieces of a puzzle

he closes his eyes
after a final look into
y o u r s
but the smile on his lips
stays even after
he has gone back to sleep
and you smile as well
because really
sometimes
things
are so
e a s y and p e r f e c t and A W E S O M E

when you finally
fall asleep, the picture of
him
is etched on the inside
of your eyelids

But fate can't break this feeling inside that's burning up through my veins. I really want you.