A Different Problem
This prompt is a bit old, but this idea came to me last night and I couldn't let it go. So, a bit of a reversed trope for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt - only one bed.
Remus sighed as he heard Sirius roll over again. They'd turned out the lights maybe ten minutes ago, and Sirius had repositioned about a hundred times since then, rolling over and shifting loudly every few seconds.
Remus himself was struggling to sleep, honestly. They were staying at a hotel for the weekend of James and Lily's wedding and everything was just slightly wrong. He wasn't used to falling asleep in such peaceful surroundings, their neighbourhood in London always bustling and busy. The bed also wasn't as comfy, being a bit firmer than the squishy mattress they had at home and the sheets were stiff and smelt different.
On top of all that, the hotel had given him and Sirius and him a twin room. James and Lily had booked them a queen bed, like they had for every other couple, but the hotel had changed it the second they saw the two men walk in together. So Sirius was across the room in his own twin bed, rather than curled behind Remus like he would be at home. Truthfully, Remus was not pleased with this arrangement either, missing his boyfriend's warm weight behind him, but he had slept without Sirius there before, and he was sure he could do it again.
If Sirius would just stop moving, that is.
"Sirius," Remus hissed as he moved again. "Would you just lie still?"
"I can't get comfy," Sirius responded. "I'm not used to sleeping alone."
"What do you do when I'm away on missions?" Remus whispered back.
"I stay awake."
There was a pause. Sirius was finally still as he waited for his boyfriend to respond.
"Get over here," Remus eventually whispered across the room. "We can squeeze in my bed for tonight and push the beds together in the morning."
Sirius didn't hesitate, scrambling across the rooms and settling against Remus, the pair of them sharing one pillow and one tiny duvet.
Finally, they slept.
