Warmth surrounded Sirius as he woke up that morning. There were little rays of sunshine peeking through the curtains to his bed. The tiniest particles of dust could be seen floating through the light. Sirius stretched out his legs, attempting to hold back a yawn yet failing. He closed his eyes and revelled in the sensations around him. The rays of light hit his face and warmed it in patches. The blankets over him were thick and were keeping him incredibly warm. The best part was the body he could feel, pressed slightly against him, an arm around his chest holding him tight as though the person behind him had been frightened to let him go in case he left.
Not that Sirius ever would.
Sirius slowly wiggled and squirmed until he had rolled over to face the person behind him, who was none other than Remus Lupin, his best friend of six years, and his boyfriend of two weeks. It wasn't often that Sirius got an opening to just look at Remus's face. Remus would either have his face behind a book, behind his hands, or he would tell Sirius to stop staring. Sirius supposed the latter was because of Remus's scars, which he despised people seeing, or asking about. Sirius's eyes ran along one of them now. To him, they didn't burden his looks at all. He was still the most adorable boy Sirius had ever laid eyes on and he would never deny that again.
But now, Sirius had until Remus woke up to observe his lovely features. He stared at his hair, soft looking, and light brown in the darkness yet the parts that were exposed to sunlight were closer to gold. His eyebrows were perfect at rest. Usually they were furrowed in concentration or pain, or one was raised sceptically, or they were both raised in surprise. Sirius rarely saw them at rest. He decided that Remus must go somewhere to get his eyebrows plucked or something, because they were honestly the prettiest eyebrows he'd ever seen, he hadn't seen eyebrows that pretty even on a girl.
Remus's eyes were closed, exposing his pale eyelids. His eyelashes were long, thick, and rather dark compared to his hair colour. Under those eyelids were gorgeous amber eyes with light green specks in them. They were odd eyes, and seemed to darken when Remus was angry. When he cried, they glistened with tears and seemed to sparkle in the worst way. Seeing tears from those eyes made Sirius want to feel Remus's pain instead of him. Remus tried not to cry in front of his friends, although late at night Sirius would hear sniffles, and strangled sobs, and his heart would ache because he wanted to go over there and hold Remus, but Remus was sure to push him away.
Sirius's gaze them moved to his lips.
Oh, Remus Lupins lips…
Sirius adored them beyond belief. They were gentle, soft, warm, moist, and sometimes they were a little cracked and dry, but they were still loving as ever, no matter what mood Remus was in, and no matter what state he was in. When Remus was asleep, he smiled slightly. When Remus was sleeping is the time that he smiles the longest. This was the time when he was uninterrupted by pain, or frustration, unless he was having a nightmare. Luckily, when Remus suffered from nightmares, he would awaken rather quickly, almost always to find Sirius there, ready to comfort him for as long as he needed. When Remus was awake and he smiled, the area around him simply lit up. His smile was beautiful and his eyes were radiant, and Sirius would melt at the sight of a full blown grin from the werewolf.
Sirius brushed off thoughts of how inviting Remus's lips looked at that point in time. He was sure that if he kissed Remus, he would wake up, and he wouldn't want that. Instead he wiggled down further into the covers and buried his face in Remus's chest. The younger lad yet out a small sound and held Sirius tighter.
"Morning, Sirius…" Remus mumbled, and his breath warm in Sirius's hair. Sirius smiled, trailing his fingers up Remus's back as slowly as he could.
"Good morning, Remus." He whispered in reply.
"Want to go get some breakfast?"
"Hm. Not really."
Truth be told he was a little hungry. But being there, snuggled up in Remus's arms, breathing in his scent and feeling his warmth, was the only place in the whole entire world Sirius wanted to be at that moment.
Perhaps forever.