An: I was baking and dancing around to Elvis, and felt that it needed a fic. This is that fic. Enjoy.
Domestication
Sirius was turning his key in the front door before he heard the music. Elvis was blasting out of a stereo somewhere in the house, so loud that he was surprised Mrs Jenkins next door wasn't complaining.
He smiled, as he pushed the front door open. Elvis was singing about how Sirius wasn't a hound dog and wasn't a friend of his, and now that he was inside, he could Remus singing along, doing his best approximation of the King.
Sirius laughed to himself, walking towards the kitchen and loosening the tie he'd been required to wear that day. He opened the door onto chaos. The sink was filled with bowls, most of which appeared to have spoons sticking out of them, coated in sugary substances. Spread across the counter were scales and bars of chocolate and whisks and egg shells, and down the far end stood cooling rack upon cooling rack of cakes.
The song had changed, and now Remus was jittering around to 'Jailhouse Rock', using a small hand whisk as a microphone, almost doing the Charleston. Sirius couldn't stop the laugh that burst out of him when Remus turned round to see him and froze, looking for all the world like a little boy caught with his hand in the biscuit jar. Flour dusted his hair, making him look a lot older, and there was a smudge of cream on his right cheek. "Hi," he said sheepishly, hiding the whisk behind his back.
Sirius grinned, walking forward to wipe the cream off his cheek and plant a kiss on his lips. "Honey, I'm home."
Remus placed the whisk on the counter, almost guiltily. "I got a bit carried away," he murmured, casting his gaze round the kitchen.
"It's a bit Marie Antoinette, isn't it?" Sirius asked with a smile. "Cause from the looks of it, we'll be eating cake for a very long time."
Remus finally smiled back, reaching to remove Sirius' tie. "How was the trial?"
Sirius shrugged. "Bad people said they were good people really," he said. "Let's not talk about it."
Remus pressed a kiss to his temple. "So, which do you want first?" he asked, gesturing to the pile of cakes.
"How 'bout working up an appetite?" Sirius asked, a glint in his eyes, reaching out to pull his lover closer.
Remus laughed, pressed close against Sirius. "Well, what did you have in mind?"
"You, me, the floor," Sirius murmured, planting a trail of kisses along Remus' neck.
"Sounds good." Remus moaned, as Sirius' hands trailed lower, tugging his zip down. "And just so you know, there's cream in the fridge."