#shverse

 Yukimi grabbed her and kissed her. They ended up having sex again and she was too exhausted to leave so she just spent the night, trying not to cuddle up to him. It was morning now and his arms were wrapped around her tightly. Maron sighed, shifting slightly to see if he was awake.

 “Stay a little longer,” he yawned as he moved with her. Yukimi grinned as he kissed her neck, pulling her back against him. “It’s Saturday and you have no classes, so there’s no reason to leave yet,” Yukimi said.

 Maron shuddered as his lips moved down her neck. She hated that he knew exactly where she liked being touched. “I only wanted to talk and unless we get fully dressed and talk, I need to go,” she sighed as she unwound his arms from her waist.

 “We can talk without clothes on,” he sighed, loosening his arms so she could sit up. Yukimi laughed at the look she gave him as she hit him with a pillow. “I missed this, spending the mornings with you,” Yukimi said as he sat up as well.

 Maron hung her head, looking at the sheets as he brushed her hair out of her face. She was about to tell him that they needed to be friends first, but he kissed her slowly as soon as she opened her mouth. She didn’t pull back from him though and just kissed him back.

 Yukimi pulled her on top of him mid kiss and held her close. He knew that she was unsure of staying so he held her gently. “We can go to the village for lunch and talk there. That’s gives us more time to wake up,” he said as he kissed her jaw, letting his stubble run across her skin.

 “You’re the worst,” Maron whined as she pulled herself closer to him. She ran her hands through his hair, letting her fingers go down his neck slowly. Maron grinned slightly when he groaned in to her neck, mumbling that she liked him that way.

 They were back to where they were the night before, in the middle of fooling around when there was a pounding on the door, followed by Deans muffled voice. Maron climbed off of Yukimi quickly and hid under the sheets, trying to look like a natural lump. Yukimi cursed as the door opened and Dean walked in. “Hey, let’s go eat. There’s pancakes today,” he said, not noticing Yukimi’s dishevelled look just yet.

 Yukimi cleared his throat and tried to look sleepy. “I’ll be down in a while, I’m pretty beat still and need some more time to wake up,” he faux yawned with a stretch. “Save me some,” Yukimi added on.

 Dean gave him a confused look. He didn’t know why Yukimi would still be tired since he went to his room early. “Yeah right, get your ass up,” he said as he noticed a bra on the ground. He looked up at Yukimi quickly and grinned. “You had a good night and obviously got over someone by getting on top of someone,” Dean laughed.

 Yukimi waved his arms quickly and threw a pillow at him, hoping it would shut him up. “Go away Dean, she’s still here,” he hissed, motioning to the bathroom door, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on Maron next to him.

 “Tell me that she’s hot and not some girl who just reminds you of Maron,” he asked, taking a step closer still. He ignored the glare he got from his friend and just looked at the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor. “I’m glad for you man. It was way too long of a time for you to be hung up on a girl that dumped your ass,” Dean said.

 Yukimi winced as Maron pinched his leg firmly. “Now is not the time Dean, I’ll talk to you about it later,” he hissed, rubbing his face in his hands. This wasn’t how he wanted the morning to go, he wanted to keep fooling around with Maron, but he knew there was no way she would be in the mood now.

 “Tell me all the slutty details later,” Dean laughed as he headed to the door and left the room. Yukimi groaned loudly and threw himself back on the mattress, thankful that Dean was gone.

 “That is exactly why we can only be friends,” Maron snapped as she threw the sheets aside  and started crawling over Yukimi. She got off the bed and began dressing quickly. “He thinks that I was the one who ended things and had been giving me a hard time since he found out about us,” she said.

 “Mar, I’ll talk to him. I’ll clear it up as best I can, but he doesn’t know about my family,” Yukimi sighed as he got up and started getting dressed himself.

 Maron frowned as she slipped her dress on over her head. “It won’t matter, he’s made up his mind about who’s to blame for this and he’ll have a blast knowing that I probably seduced you and only want to be friends,” she said bitterly. She went to the mirror and tried to fix her hair, making it look less messy.

 “don’t worry, I can handle Dean” he said as he slipped on his pants and went over to her. Yukimi wanted to kiss her but he just rubbed her shoulders gently. “I’ll make sure he’s gone, but go up the back way,” he said.

 Maron nodded and looked away from Yukimi. “I’ll see you later, we can talk after you speak to Dean,” she said as she grabbed the last of her things.

 It was Valentines day and she hadn’t seen him around all day, not that she was surprised now. Classes were over and Maron was getting ready to change out of her teaching outfit and in to her workout clothes. If she couldn’t have a romantic weekend with Yukimi, she would work up a sweat this way. Maron had her shirt untucked and was going to take it off when there was a knock at her door.

 Maron sighed and opened her door, thinking it was a student who was going to ask for help. What she got though was a nervous looking Yukimi in a suit, wondering how he should hold flowers the he got for her. Earlier she had a resolve of steel to be mad at him but she could feel it waver with the regretful expression he wore. “Hi,” Maron said softly.

 “I know I messed up, but I got reservations for dinner tonight. What do you say?” Yukimi said hopefully. He held out the flowers awkwardly for her and gave her a smile.

 “Kaz, I tried to plan this weekend with you and shot it down. Did you change your mind because we haven’t been together since then?” she asked as she looked down briefly, then back at the flowers. They were white roses and she didn’t want to know how much he had to pay for them last minute, even if they weren’t red.

 Yukimi rubbed the back of his neck slowly. “I deserve that, but it’s not because of that. I miss you, okay? I liked spending time with you outside of the bedroom,” he sighed. He took a step forward and put the flowers in her hands. “Got a student to help with these. I charmed them to change color, like your hair. It’s how I know how mad you are at me,” Yukimi said, trying to lighten the mood.

 Maron felt her face go red and pulled her braid forward to see it turning a lighter shade of brown. “That is cheating!” she huffed as she watched the flower petals slowly change to a light pink.

 He took a step forward and put his hands on her waist to pull her closer to him. “I’m trying Mar, so say yes and come out to dinner with me,” Yukimi said, leaning down to kiss her neck softly.

 Maron closed her eyes tightly and took a step back in to her room. “No, we’re not a couple and it’s a holiday for couples,” she said, trying to sound like she meant it. Maron put the flowers back in his hand quickly and looked away.

 She went to close the door but he held it open and looked like he was ready to argue. Yukimi opened his mouth but his shoulders slumped forward and he let out a long sigh. “Fine,” he muttered as he handed the flowers back to her. “I want you to have them, kids worked hard on it,” Yukimi said.

 Yukimi was sitting on the couch in his office when she walked in. He was half reading a newspaper as she walked over and sat next to him and put her legs over his and a hand on his chest. “Someone got in to the fire whiskey,” he laughed, not minding her bolder moves.

 “No,” Maron laughed softly before biting her lip. “I was thinking that we could do something next weekend for Valentines Day. It’s on the Saturday so we could go to London and go to dinner and after we could spend the night at my place?” she asked with a shy smile.

 He gave her a confused look for a moment. “Why? We can just hook up here and we don’t need to schedule it, it’s not like we’re dating,” he said with a chuckle. Yukimi didn’t think before he spoke sometimes and this was one of them and he realized that right after he shut his mouth.

 Maron nodded and took her legs off of his and stayed sitting on the couch and just stared forward. “Yeah, you’re right… I think there’s quidditch that weekend anyways,” she said, trying not to just bolt out of the room.

 Yukimi rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think of something to say to try and fix the situation. “I gotta run to the village, do you want to go?” he asked as he sat up a bit.

 “No, I have to supervise some students for detention. I just wanted to stop by and… ask you that. If you’re going to the village I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Maron said, giving him a small smile. She went to touch his hand but stopped herself and just got up and gave him a small wave as she left the room.

 “Just a second,” she called out as she got up and turned off the water and grabbed a towel to wrap around her. His robe was in there but she didn’t want to make him think that she was suddenly going to take all of his stuff. Maron stepped out of the shower and wringed her hair a bit before opening the door. “What’s up?” she asked, trying not to look at him too long.

 Yukimi scratched he back of his neck and looked at the floor. “By any chance, are you on the pill or something? Cause I didn’t grab a condom. It’s kinda been a while and I didn’t plan on that,” he said awkwardly in a strained tone.

 Maron closed her eyes and cleared her throat. She shook her her head and gripped the door handle tightly. “No, I’m not...” she said, knowing that they had a new problem to face. “I need to get dressed,” Maron sighed, feeling a new wave of tears coming on.

 “Uh, here,” Yukimi said quickly as he ran to the kitchen. He was back a moment later with her underwear and Maron felt her face turn red. She was glad that at least it was a nice pair.

 Maron nodded in thanks as Yukimi went back to the kitchen. She got dressed quickly, wishing that she had a different outfit to wear now. Resigned to the fact that she just had to deal with it, she left the bathroom to grab her wand to cast a drying spell on her hair before she left.

 Yukimi was on the couch in his coat with car keys in hands when he stood up as she grabbed her wand. “I’ll drive us to the store and pay for a test. Then if you want to go home I can take you,” he sighed.

 “It’s too early for that. I need a morning after pill from a doctor, but I think that I’ll have to go to the hospital to get one,” Maron said with a small smile. She cast her drying spell quickly and traded her wand for some spare hair ties. Her hands worked her hair in to a quick ponytail as she sat slipped her shoes on. “You don’t have to take me, I can go-”

 “No, I’m taking you wherever you need,” he said quickly as he cut her off. Yukimi grabbed her coat from the closet and handed it to her.

 “I was worried that you’d start to snore,” she whispered as she leaned over again. Maron picked up her quill and began scribbling notes down as Professor Dumbledore spoke. She nudged his leg again and grinned a bit as she looked ahead.

 He smirked as he bumped her elbow with his, making Maron get ink across her paper. “You’ll only find out if I snore one way,” Yukimi whispered softly as hooked his ankle around hers.

 Maron sat up straight, her face turning red slightly. She grabbed a new sheet of paper quickly and tried to refocus her attention instead of his leg rubbing against hers. “I should have let you sleep,” she hissed with a frown.

 Yukimi just shrugged and looked forward, acting like he was focusing. He expected her to kick his leg away but she didn’t so Yukimi continued slowly.

 The meeting continued for the next fifteen minutes and Maron wrote everything down. Yukimi had cleared his throat loudly half way through when Maron rubbed her foot back against his leg. Once it ended he uncrossed his arms and grabbed her notes. “Let me copy them?” he asked.

 Maron shook her head and unwound her leg from his. “My answer is the same as all the other times. Write your own notes,” she said as she stood up and snatched the papers back from him.

 He smirked and grabbed her hand and pulled it back towards him. Yukimi ran his thumb over her wrist gently. “One day you’re going to change your answer,” he laughed as Maron pulled her arm away.

 “One day isn’t today though,” she said while putting the papers in the folder she had with her. Maron grabbed the rest of her things and put them in her bag. “Also, I know you snore because you’ve fallen asleep in your office. I’m just nice enough to let you sleep,” Maron said.

Yukimi groaned and sat up, half glaring at Dean. “I’m pretty sure that Maron will have something to say on that,” he said, sitting up and grabbing the pregnancy book she gave him. “And how is it that out of both of us, you’re the one who wants kids?” Yukimi grumbled.

Dean shrugged and grabbed the book from him, flipping through to a random page. “I’m not a crazy cat lady, that’s why. Think of it as she’s giving birth to a one kitten litter,” he laughed. “Unless she has twins, then I’ll get one,” Dean said.

“What do I do?” Yukimi asked, not appreciating the jokes or the cat lady insult. He never planned on having kids or thought about it, but he knew that Maron did. That detail emerged when they first hooked up and they worried since they didn’t use protection. She told him that she wanted kids but she didn’t know what she would do if that had happened.

“Man, listen, if you want to run out on the situation, I’ll help you fake your death and everything. If you want to give it a shot with her then I’ll help you there too. I’ll even help you buy a wedding ring if you want to go that route,” Dean said as he closed the book. He clapped Yukimi on the shoulder, trying to reassure him.

Yukimi winced when head hear wedding ring, he didn’t even think that far ahead. “She’s going to want to get married,” he said, feeling even more pressure than before.

Dean laughed and rubbed his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure that since you guys have been together for a few years now, Maron was hoping for it already. Or she was going to do it herself and ask you,” he said sympathetically.