AN: Lately Remus/Sirius drabbles and oneshots have been popping up in my head like daisies, so I decided to write them all down and put them in one place. They don't go in order, or follow a particular story line, they just exist, in all their fluffiness. I try to stay as canon as possible, despite them being a non-canon couple, because I'm not a huge fan of AU, so if you notice any discrepancies from the books, please tell me. So yeah. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: The lovely characters do not belong to me. It's too bad, but they probably wouldn't be as good if they did, so it's probably for the best. This is my disclaimer for the rest of this fic, so just remember. Not mine.
We had been growing apart for months, really. And as the space between us grew, it was illustrated in the inches separating us as we lay in bed, and in the fewer and fewer kisses. I couldn't remember the last time we'd kissed properly. Now it was all pecks good morning, pecks goodbye, pecks good night, and I missed the taste of his lips when we weren't both already thinking about pulling away.
I sighed and rolled over, pulling the worn sheet more securely over my thin, bare chest, and glancing over at the sleeping man beside to me. The space between us seemed to span miles, but when I noticed that he was breathing too quickly and moving too restlessly, I crossed it in a matter of seconds. I smoothed his soft hair away from his face and without thought leaned down to press my lips against his.
When I pulled away I realized that I hadn't done this in months. For a while I soothed him from his nightmares every other night. We would lie curled around each other, and when his breathing became ragged, I would stroke his face and kiss him gently and mutter reassuring words to him until he calmed down. But recently I had stopped noticing, and I hated myself for it.
Beside me Sirius' breathing returned to normal and he stilled, never waking. I lowered myself back down onto the pillows, and draped my arm over his chest, reveling in his distinct smell, which I hadn't bothered to notice in so long. Despite all the hatred and war surrounding us, I still loved this man and had been stupid to forget it. Never again, I told myself as I drifted off to sleep, never again.
When I woke up the next morning, the man I loved was gone. Lying on the nightstand was a piece of parchment with a two words written on it an extremely familiar scrawl.
"I'm sorry."
That was the last contact I had with Sirius Black for twelve years.