"That works for me," She said softly. There was something peacefully soothing about sharing a shower with Rob, even if they didn't really get serious about the showering part for awhile. They seemed to have the same agenda, and she wasn't really sure why they were showering, given the agenda they had. They just seemed to have no ethics, no shame. And that was perfectly fine with her.
What had she been thinking about? Adventure? There was enough adventure right here to last her a good long time. The warrior voice inside her was quiet for a change, and he was the only person her entire life to make that happen. It felt very odd, really. Not to want to go out and hunt something down to try to either vanquish it or conquer it. He had seemed to gotten farther than just under her skin. He had gotten into her soul and knew how to get her to slow down, stop, think--reconsider. No one had ever had that power over her before. Not her parents, not Remus--no one. She had been, to a certain extent, untamable. Rob seemed to be the only person to even have a ghost of a chance at managing that, and she had to admit, he really was working hard at it. And to her surprise, she was finding she was working to meet him halfway. To try to give up all those reckless Gryffindor habits of hers for something different. Remus had drilled into her that there were "some things worth dying for." But she had never considered before Rob that there might be more. That there might be some things worth living for. Her misconception had been that living was less. Cheap, expendable and easily sacrificed. That dying was somehow more noble. Especially if done for the side of right and justice. Well, she was realizing that perhaps Remus had been wrong. Sometimes living was more. Sometimes living was everything.
"You're making a mess out of me, you know," she said, curled under his shoulder later, in one of their soft quiet moments. "I had it all figured out. I thought if all I did was believed and hung onto every syllable I ever heard Remus utter, I would understand life. And you've messed that all up. Now I'm thinking maybe all that 'Dying for Justice is More Noble Than Living' stuff was just his own way of justifying his own murder--to use his dying breath to protect all of us who loved him. His last act--to fill us all full of horsecrap. If I hang around you, I'm going to end up with a housefull of little Rob's and a basket of knitting. And, damn, I don't know how to knit, but I think I'm going to hate it. Right now, I don't know if I'll want to go out adventuring ever again when I can just be here and be perfectly happy. I know that's good with you, but it confuses the daylights out of me. " She kissed him softly and curled into him tightly.