Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my relationship... just my imagination.
Also... first ever fanfic, first ever publish. Please read and review
I want Remus and Sirius grocery shopping, Remus in his jumper with the leather elbows and brown trousers, and Sirius in his leather jacket with his hair in a bun. Sirius saying, But they're called *moon pies*, Moony! And Remus with his disapproval of MORE sweets, Sirius? You already have biscuits and chocolate. And Sirius But the chocolate was to share, Moony, I was going to share! And those big puppy dog eyes and pouty lips and Remus sighing and Sirius smiling because he knows Remus can't say no, and Remus giving in and okay, fine, padfoot, but when you've a belly ache and your trousers won't zip any more don't complain to me about it and Sirius beaming and kissing Remus full on the mouth in the middle of aisle 7 and Remus glowing golden inside because *Sirius.*
I want late nights in front of the fire, with Remus reading an old book, and Sirius sprawled across his lap, looking for all the world like the dog his is. With his hair flopping all over and Remus idly combing it with his fingers. I want Sirius dozing as Remus scritches *that spot* behind his ear. I want Remus gazing at Sirius and slowly waking him up to the warmth of Remus' love. s
I want even later nights in front of the fire, both men lying on the floor, firelight dancing on sweaty, bare skin as they lie together, Sirius' fingertips lightly brushing Remus' scars and Remus with his hand in Sirius' hair. Quiet words that they'll never remember specifically and never forget, because they're said every day. *I love you* and *you're mine* and *forever.*
I want apple soap and lavender bath salts and hot, steamy water and back rubs and foot massages and knees and elbows everywhere. I want red lips and wet kisses and smiles and laughter. Shining eyes and glowing skin and *happy*.
I want Remus pulling the laundry out of the dryer and Sirius, did you put my new shirt in here? and Sirius' in total denial, absolutely not, moon-pie, I would never, not after the last time I did laundry until Remus walks out with his shirt on, now four sizes too small-sleeves only to his elbows, belly showing, eyes sparking. And Sirius trying not to laugh, but oh, maybe he did forget and Sirius you'd better run this time and Sirius dodging Remus around their small flat until they finally collapse, laughing. And after a few minutes of struggle, Remus admits defeat and you'd better help me get this off now, it's stuck and I'll get more than that off of you, moon-pie and then 4 lost buttons, 3 sharp pokes, and 1 pair of scissors later and Remus is finally free and I'm never letting you do the laundry again and shut up and kiss me.