The sun beat down on his back, which was facing the half-open windows, giving him a slight irritating sting. Remus pulls the blanket over him, trying to cover from the sun's rays, the sound of his breathing adjusting, and the clicking of his tongue, becoming present in the room.
Slowly, he opens his eyes, taking in his morning senses, and he can hear a sound coming from inside the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he sees you leaving, your pajamas from the last night now replaced by a white shirt, of his', and gray sweatpants. Remus smiles when he sees you, even though you haven't seen him yet. When your eyes fall on his, you smile back, walking to the warm bed.
Your knees sink into the bed as you walk on them towards your boyfriend, eye contact doesn't break until you're so close to each other that your noses touch. His upper eyelashes bat against his lower ones, if it were possible, you'd say that heard him blinking.
— Happy birthday, Rem! — Your arms are around his body, you give kisses on his naked neck, leaving small hickeys that disappear quickly as the way they appears.
The way you know he was surprised and smiled just by the way he reacted with his breathing says a lot about your relationship.
— Oh... thanks, love — Remus touches your hair, caressing your scalp.
— I have something for you! — You lift your head to look at him, pulling away from the hug to run to the wardrobe door.
— Do you? — He answers laughing, even though he tries to not look through, Lupin's curious about what you'll show him.
Suddenly, a plastic bag rustles, as if it were a festive gift wrap, but he doesn't think it's for him, but rather that you just picked it up by mistake.
It was only possible to believe that it's, in fact, for him when you finally let go the mystery and leave the wardrobe, going to back to the bed, already with the, apparently, gift in your hands.
— Here — Remus observes the wrapping, it wasn't a very flashy color, a dark gray, and a bow made by you, which he himself guessed by the way it was done, in brown.
Finally, he opens it very carefully and takes out something soft, the texture of a completely smooth shirt, or so he guesses. But when, already in his hands and out of the plastic bag, he finally sees the unexpected gift, he discovers that it's better than a shirt or anything he ever had wanted before.
A signed cd by David Bowie, his favorite singer of all time. His eyes widen when he sees it, dying of anxiety to show it to his friends, whom also Bowie fans, and also to listen to the songs.
— Merlin, thank you very much, love! — He didn't even know how to react, if whether to cry (he already was), hug you or kiss you until your lips fell off.
You smile at seeing him so happy, even though you knew he would be happy with anything you gave him. And, most importantly, he was happy that you were here with him.