Sirius stood on the entrance of the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes were following Remus around the room as he, oblivious to Sirius’s presence, paced from one bed to the other with a book in his hands, closing his eyes now and then and muttering something repeatedly, trying to memorize whatever it was he was reading.
Sirius watched, with an amused ghost of a smile on his lips, as a cup of steaming tea followed Remus around, and the boy reached for it now and then to take a small sip and then put it back into the air. There was a soft melody in the air, coming from Remus’s muggle “turntable” or whatever, and Sirius closed his eyes, letting the music fill him as he freeze framed the scene in front of him in his mind.
After a few minutes, he walked up to Remus, as silently as he could, and took the tea cup from the air to put it safely on one of the bedside tables. He then slipped his arms around Remus’s waist from behind him, tightening them when the werewolf jumped slightly from surprise.
“You’re wearing mismatched socks” Sirius muttered against the back of Remus’s neck. He could feel Remus sigh contentedly and close his book, and started to press small kisses on the base of Remus’s skull.
“When do I not, though,” Remus answered softly, and Sirius grinned against his hair.
“You’re a nerd,” he whispers.
Remus swatted at one of Sirius’s arms, and turned around in them, looping his own around Sirius’s neck.
“I know.”
They started to slowly sway with the music, some jazzy thing that allegedly helped Remus concentrate. They slow-danced around the room, grinning stupidly at each other, completely out of rhythm, book and tea completely forgotten.
“Moony,” Sirius whispered against Remus’s cheeks. “My Moony.”
Remus closed his eyes briefly, taking in the words, and rested his forehead against Sirius’s shoulder.
And for Sirius, that was more than enough.
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