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âWhat a terrible, horrible tragedy.âÂ
Sirius grinned, to show that it absolutely was not. It was the opposite of a tragedy, being stuck here with Remus. If there was anywhere in life he was going to be stuck, he hoped it would be with Remus. That was the only person he wanted to be stuck with.Â
âIt isnât, youâre right. Glad itâs not.âÂ
What was someone going to do? Force them to divorce? Say their vows backwards? In parseltongue?Â
He was grinning.Â
Sirius practically darted across the table, crashing his lips into Remusâ, just for a second before he sat back down, grinning like a madman.Â
âYouâve never been hotter.âÂ
âTruly horrible, yes. I donât know how you can stand it.â
He didnât find it that inconceivable now, though. It had been, a year ago, but now it seemed silly to ever think it had been in doubt. He chuckled softly.Â
âWouldnât matter if it was, itâd still never happen.â He wiggled his ring finger at Sirius. âI did promise.â
He was worried for a fraction of a second that Sirius was going to be too distracted by the crash to notice what heâd done, but he was wrong. The second heads turned, Sirius was there, his lips soft against Remusâ even as they all but slammed into each other. It was a hasty, quick kiss, but it was the best they could get. Remus pushed himself up to catch Siriusâ lips once more before Sirius was seated again.
He would happily keep knocking things over if it meant he got to kiss Sirius like that.Â
âGood to know I can still surprise you.â People had settled again, except for the profusely apologizing waiter, but Remus only spared them a glance before he looked back at Sirius. He grinned back at him. He wiggled in his seat.Â
âAs far as mouth experiences go, that one wasnât especially prolonged, but itâll do.â He sighed a little bit, but it was a happy sigh as he propped his chin up on his hand. He traced his foot along Siriusâ leg under the table idly. âThatâs really fun as long as we donât get caught.â










