Sleeping Beauty

The fire was dancing in front of him as he stared into it, trying desperately to stay awake. It seemed however, that he was fighting a losing battle, as his book slipped from his fingers to the floor, and his eyelids shut, refusing to open as though they were glued shut. And then he was gone. Fast asleep. Or at least he was, until he awoke to see Sirius kneeling by the side of the sofa, looking at him.
"Sleeping beauty," Sirius teased, a smile dancing on his lips.
"You didn't have to wake me," Remus murmured, his voice gruff from sleep. "You know the sofa's not that bad."
"I wasn't going to," Sirius told him, "But then you muttered my name and it was so compelling I had to kiss you, and here we are having this conversation.
"Fuck off," Remus said, running a hand through his hair, wincing as he encountered a tangle.
"Well, it was more of a snore than my name," Sirius admitted, crawling onto the sofa, leaning his head on Remus' chest, the languid heartbeat of his lover calming him. "But it was very endearing."
Remus laughed, and absentmindedly stroked Sirius' hair, his eyes closing once more. "So you woke me up to tell me how charmingly I snore," he murmured. "Ever the prince charming."
"I love you, you know," Sirius said, letting the Remus' warmth and heartbeat lull him to sleep, despite the fact that the sofa was definitely not big enough for both of them.
"I love you too," Remus replied slowly, as sleep claimed him. "But you know that already"