"I want one."

Remus raised an eyebrow at this remark. He looked at his boyfriend, who was staring glassy-eyed at a motorcycle passing by.

"Why on earth would you want a motorcycle?"

"Because they are awesome of course. Look at it! See those lines and those colours… Not to mention the speed. They go faster than a broomstick!"

Remus looked around, alarmed. He'd thought an ice-cream parlour was a safe way to get Sirius accustomed to the Muggle world, but Sirius kept slipping in and using wizard terms. Luckily for them, no one was in their vicinity at the moment.

"You can not get a motorcycle," Remus hissed. "You don't even know how to drive one. And you can't very go taking lessons at a Muggle driving school…"

"I'll think of something," Sirius said. "Perhaps I'll just make it fly…" he daydreamed.

Remus shook his head. He recognised the signs. When Sirius got like this, there was no persuading him otherwise.

"And how, pray tell, will you acquire a motorcycle?"

"Aha! That's where you come in, my love!"

Remus groaned. "I'm not going motorcycle shopping with you, Sirius."

But of course, when Sirius flashed that special smile, there was no way Remus could deny him.

And so it was that on a bright and sunny day, the two of them found themselves in a motorcycle store. Sirius had a pouch full of pounds that he had exchanged at Gringotts. He looked like a kid at Honeydukes, his fingers burning to spend his money.

Remus trailed behind him, a lot wearier.

Suddenly, Sirius halted and Remsu nearly bumped into him.

"Look at this beauty," Sirius said with hungry eyes. He walked around a silver coloured motorcycle in awe. He stroked the leather of the seat. "Magnificent."

A store clerk came to their aid. "The Bonneville, you have a fine taste, sir. This is the height of British motorcycles these days. This edition was made specifically for the Queen's jubilee two years ago."

To Remus' annoyance, Sirius nodded like he understood every word the man said.

"Would you like to take her for a test ride?"

"No need." Sirius waved with his hand. "We'll take it."

"Are you serious?"

"I am, actually."

Remus poked him to prevent him making the same old joke all over again.

"Tell me your price."

The clerk blinked, unused to this kind of behaviour. "It's seven hundred eighty pound," he said stiffly.

Sirius flaunted his pouch of money. "I'm sure this will be more than sufficient."

The clerk eyed him suspiciously. "It's not black money, is it?"

Sirius looked confused. "Of course it is, who else should it be from?"

"It's not illegal money," Remus reassured the clerk immediately. "His last name is Black…"

"I see, the young sir has a sense of humour. Ha ha," the man said wryly. "Now, if you will follow me to the counter, please…"

"Will you ride it home yourself?" the clerk asked once he had meticulously counted and checked Sirius banknotes.

Sirius opened his mouth to answer, but this time Remus was quicker.

"No, we've forgotten our licence, so we'll have to walk her home. Such a shame."

The man shot them another suspicious look, but eventually handed Sirius the keys and papers.

"She's all yours."

"Thank you," Sirius said once they were back outside – with the motorcycle. "I know you think it's just another whim, but we'll have so much fun with it, I promise you!" He stood on tiptoes to kiss Remus.

"Whoa, wait, since when is there a 'we' involved in riding this monstrous thing?"

"Hey, don't insult," Sirius said quasi offended. "And yes, of course there's a 'we'. Just wait until I know how to drive this, than you could sit behind me, your arms wrapped around my chest, your head resting on my shoulder…" he teased.

Remus tried to visualise that image. Truth be told, it wasn't a bad one.

"You mean, like spooning, but on a motorcycle?"

Sirius nodded mischievously.

"Well, that actually doesn't sound too bad…" Remus had to admit.

Sirius grinned triumphantly. "See? I told you so! Now, let's get this baby home."

They walked for about a mile before they arrived at their apartment. Remus glanced sideways now and then. A part of him wished Sirius wouldn't be so damn impulsive, but another part of him admired him for his carefreeness. It was one of the things he had fallen in love with. He grinned.

"So, when are you starting with those lessons?"