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Pick Your Poison Challenge - Write about your pairing making up after an argument. Prompts: Movie Night, Cuddling on the sofa

Stratego - Dialogue: "Sirius… touch my arse /one more time/…"

C - Confused!AU (I do really push it, don't I?)

Misunderstandings

Remus glanced at his phone and sighed. It was movie night, like every Friday night, and he hadn't heard from Sirius since the previous weekend. They had fallen out over something so... so stupid, and he had already texted Sirius to make things better. The text stated that they really needed to talk about their relationship, and did he wanted to stop over to do so, but hadn't yet got a reply.

It had been days since his text.

He checked the time. It was almost seven - the time that Sirius usually arrived. Deciding that he was alone that night, Remus shuffled through the take-away menus he had, searching for the pizza menu. Sirius, strange as he was, wasn't a big fan of pizza, and Remus knew he could order it if he was alone.

Next time, he'd order what Sirius liked. That is... if Sirius would reply to his message. The idea of Sirius not replying froze Remus for a long moment.

Surely Sirius' lack of reply wasn't his way of ending things?

With less confidence than he felt before, Remus walked through to the small living room, putting the menu on the table. Without paying attention, his thoughts lost to Sirius, he pulled out Casablanca. He rarely watched it as it wasn't Sirius' type of film, but maybe he could watch it tonight?

He headed to the kitchen, looking at the bags of snacks on the side. There wasn't much point in opening them for just him. He only bought them because he had a secret delight - one he wouldn't admit to - when Sirius would feed him the snacks. If Sirius wasn't coming...

He didn't want to even consider Sirius not turning up. Sirius always came no matter what. It was Friday night - it was their night!

He took out a box of his emergency chocolates and headed back towards the sofa, ready to watch his movie.

...oOo...

"So, I hope you're not starting without me."

Remus looked towards the door where Sirius stood, his jacket slung over his arm. Remus took a moment to appreciate the sight of his boyfriend who had dressed up in his favourite band t-shirt, with his hair in a tidy braid down his back. His jeans were tight, outlining everything, and causing Remus' mouth to go dry.

"I wasn't sure if you were coming," Remus admitted, standing up from the sofa.

Sirius' eyes moved from the TV where Casablanca was paused two minutes in, to the table where the pizza menu sat, without the bowls of snacks. Finally, they landed on Remus' emergency chocolate supply.

The smile flickered before widening.

"Like I would ever go a Friday without seeing you," he said. "So... pizza tonight? I'm up for pizza. Let me get the snacks sorted and I'll order the food. You relax!" He hesitated by the door. "We haven't watched this in ages, can't wait!"

Remus watched him disappear, frowning slightly at Sirius' strange behaviour. He didn't have much time to dwell on it, because Sirius quickly returned with the bowls, placing them on the table and swiping the emergency chocolate. He headed to the kitchen once more.

Remus picked up the pizza menu, only for Sirius to return and pluck it from his hands. "I'll deal with that. Extra cheese and covered in meat, right?"

Remus snorted, a smile on his lips.

Sirius grinned back, looking quite hopeful as he pulled out his phone and began to dial the phone number.

...oOo...

Remus tidied up and brought out more snacks as Sirius headed to Pizza Hut to collect the food. He headed to the bathroom to re-brush his teeth and fix his hair.

He rushed back to the living room when he heard the front door close again, smiling at Sirius.

"So, should we start the movie now?" Sirius asked, dropping the boxes onto the table, hanging his jacket up on the hook behind the door and quickly pulling off his boots.

Remus nodded, pressing the play button before opening the boxes and grabbing some of the hot, delicious smelling pizza and putting it onto his plate. He tipped half of the chicken wings and some of the garlic bread onto his plate and sat back on the sofa, watching as Sirius did the same.

...oOo...

Remus watched as Sirius picked at his pizza, only eating two slices to the four that Remus polished off. With a smile, he took the barbecue chicken wings, dropping them onto Sirius' plate, and taking another slice of pizza instead.

Sirius smiled at him before reaching for one of the chicken wings.

It wasn't long before the rest of the food was gone, and Sirius quickly cleared up, not giving Remus even the chance to get up from the sofa. Remus followed anyway, insisting on washing the plates before watching the rest of the film.

As he ran the water, he felt hands caress down his sides, landing on his hips. Lips gently brushed against the back of his neck over and over again.

"Sirius, move your hand," he murmured, feeling a hand caressing his behind.

The hand moved and Remus continued with the washing, but it wasn't long before Sirius' hand was on his arse again.

"Sirius," Remus warned, feeling the hand moving away again.

The third time, Remus shut off the tap, spinning around. "Sirius... touch my arse one more time..."

Sirius stepped back, looking slightly hurt, and Remus sighed. He had hoped they could sit down and have an adult conversation about the Friday before, before they ended up in the bedroom.

It was important - he didn't want to skip the chat and go straight to bed.

"Sirius -"

"I have something for you," Sirius said, brightening up and looking as though he hadn't been hurt seconds ago. "Come, sit with me!"

Remus allowed Sirius to pull him into the living room. He sat down as Sirius dropped to his knees in front of Remus, a sheet of paper in his hand.

"I wrote you something," he admitted shyly.

Remus leaned forward, trying to see what was on the paper, but Sirius clutched it to his chest.

"R is for Remus, the most beautiful man I've ever met, inside and out

E is for Everything that you are to me - you are my everything

M is for Magic - what we have together - what I feel when I'm with you

U is for Us. For Remus and Sirius - forever, because that's how long we'll last

S is for Soulmate - That's you - you're my Soulmate!"

Remus stared at Sirius. It wasn't Shakespeare, but it was... more. It meant more to him. Sirius Black had attempted to write him poetry! No-one had ever even attempted to write him something.

"Wait, there's more," Sirius said, breaking the silence. "I wrote another one in case you didn't like that one."

Remus opened his mouth to assure Sirius that he did in fact enjoy the poem, but before the words could come out, Sirius interrupted with the second one.

"Remus, my Soulmate, you're as hot as a flame

So I thought I'd write this for you, I'm sorry it's so lame

I can't think straight, when I look into your beautiful brooding eyes

Especially if I'm on my knees, settled between your thighs

All my waking thoughts, and my dreaming ones too

Feature only one man, and of course that is you

You're everything to me, you're my Soulmate

And meeting you, being with you - it's fate."

His eyes moved from the paper, up to Remus'. "That's all I have," he whispered. "Is it enough?"

"What? Is what enough? The poem? I'm not sure I understand."

"I'm trying to be more romantic," Sirius admitted. "I know you like romance and soppy stuff, and I'm... I'm trying to be... I wanted to be perfect for you."

"But why? I think you're perfect already!"

"So you don't leave me," Sirius declared. "I need to convince you not to leave me."

"Why would you think I was going to leave you?" Remus asked. "I didn't hear from you for a week. I thought... I thought you were going to leave me!"

Sirius shuffled closer, his hands resting on Remus' knees. "You're not breaking up with me?" He sounded so hopeful, and Remus reached out, his fingers trailing over Sirius' braid. He had to admit that it was his favourite hairstyle, though Sirius didn't braid it too often.

Then it clicked. The tight clothing, the helpfulness... everything was to please Remus.

"Don't be daft," Remus murmured. "I'd never leave you."

"But you texted... we need to talk. That's code for 'lets break up!' I was scared that... that I ruined things."

Remus snorted. "You were a bit of a prat, but Sirius, I wanted to talk so we could get past that one issue and put it behind us. I wanted to talk about our future together."

"Oh. I thought... I wanted to give you time to cool off and not hate me," Sirius muttered.

"I just wanted to tell you that you don't have to be so insecure when we go for a drink. Even if a guy talks to me, do you really think I have eyes for someone who isn't you? You said that I'm your Soulmate - I believe that too, so why would I do anything to hurt you?"

"Because you're too good for me," Sirius whispered.

Remus' fingers trailed down to Sirius' cheek. "And you know I'd say the same about you," he said. "That you're too good for me. Why can't we both agree that we're just perfect for each other? You know that I'd never hurt you or cheat -"

"I know you wouldn't," Sirius insisted. "But... I can't help it. I'll try harder, it's just that they always flirt with you -"

Remus smiled. "I don't even notice. I only notice you. Sirius, I love you."

Sirius leaned back. "You've never said that before."

"I know. It's been six months... I thought... I don't expect you to say -"

"I love you too," Sirius said, leaning up and pressing his lips against Remus'. "More than anything. I love you!"

Remus grinned. "Now, we've passed it all. I adore you, Sirius. Last week, I was going to ask if you wanted to... to move in together. Though, if you're not ready, I'm not going to be upset -"

"You want me to live here? With you?" Sirius' eyes lit up even more. "Of course I will!" He slid off the floor and onto the sofa, cuddling into Remus. "I came here, thinking that you were going to end things, especially after the bad poetry. Instead, we're still together, you've said that you love me, and we've just decided to live together. Tonight is the best night of my life."

Remus raised an eyebrow, wrapping his arms around Sirius tightly.

"Well, except for the day we met," Sirius added. "And one day in the future when I marry you!"

Remus glanced at the paper that had been discarded on the floor. "I loved the poems," he murmured. "Can I keep them?"

"You can keep anything as long as I can keep you," Sirius replied, snuggling into Remus contentedly.

Thanks to Jordi for a lil bit of help starting me off on the second poem.

And for Raybe for betaing!

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