Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
You know I love you so
You know I love you so

Yellow - Coldplay

Remus brushes aside dull brittle black hair, and places small, delicate kisses on the back of Sirius' neck.

"Your skin… it smells like lemon-scented tea, but tastes of… spicy apples…"

Sirius groans low in the back of his throat as Remus gently pushes him on to his stomach, straddling the small of his back, lightly. Remus is careful; years of malnutrition and the lack of proper vitamins have weakened Sirius' bones. Sirius outstretches his arms above his head, allowing Remus to slowly slip off the threadbare shirt. Cool dry hands smooth over his exposed skin.

"…Your body," a light kiss, "is perfect."

Sirius hates his Post-Azkaban body, and often feels self-conscious during foreplay – the dry, pale skin, his yellowed teeth, protruding ribs, scars, and the ugly Azkaban tattoos that life-term prisoners are forced to have as permanent identification. Of course, in the back of his mind he knows Remus does not care. His brown-haired lover isn't shallow about outer beauty like himself and James once were. And it's funny, he thinks, as Remus lightly massages down his spine, how similar their bodies are now.

"No it isn't…"

"Yes it is."

"How so?"

"You're here, aren't you?"

"Of course."

"Breathing?"

"Last time I checked."

"You love me?"

"Forever."

"Then you are perfect."

A/N: This was also posted in my Live Journal, as well as other fic's and drabbles. The link to my LJ is in my profile. :)