"That's my chair," Sirius says stubbornly.
Remus barely glances up from his book. "Sirius, there are plenty of places to sit in the common room," he says, turning the page.
"Yeah, but that's mine," Sirius insists.
Remus rolls his eyes and continues reading, not bothering to argue with him.
"It's by the fireplace. Nice and cozy, perfect spot to scheme."
"Perfect spot to relax and read, too," Remus says patiently, scowling as he loses he spot on the page. "At least, it would be if someone would stop distracting me."
He regrets his words the moment they leave his lips. Sirius chuckles and moves closer, tracing his finger down Remus' neck. Taking a deep breath, Remus forces himself to focus.
"It won't work, Sirius," he says, and his voice is strong despite the flutter in his stomach.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Sirius…"
Sirius pulls his hand away and leans in, brushing his lips over Remus' neck now. Remus clenches his jaw, trying not to react. He hates it when Sirius teases him. It isn't fair that a person can drive a rational man mad so easily.
Still, Remus keeps his eyes on his book. The words seem to jumble together, forming nonsensical strings of letters.
"I'm sorry, Moony. Am I making it hard to concentrate?" Sirius whispers in his ear with forced and unconvincing innocence.
Remus presses his lips into a tight, thin line, refusing to answer. He reads a line for the third time, still unable to comprehend.
"Hmmm. I wonder," Sirius murmurs, pulling away.
For a brief moment, Remus thinks that maybe Sirius has given. He sighs in relief, pinching the bridge of nose and closing his eyes, trying to gather his sentence. His eyes open again as he feels a sudden weight on the chair's arm. "What the hell are you doing?" he gasps as climbs over the arm and into Remus' lap.
"You're in my chair," Sirius answers simply, adjusting his body so that's he's sprawled over Remus, his legs dangling over the side from the knees down. "I wanted it back."
"You're being ridiculous."
"I'm being comfortable. I can scheme, and you can read."
"I can barely even see my book."
A smirk plays at Sirius' lips. "That's hardly my problem, is it?" he laughs.
Remus rolls his eyes and adjusts his arms, pulling the book out from under Sirius' back and resting it on his stomach. "Don't squirm," he says, finding his spot and continuing to read.
Sirius stretches out, yawning lazily. "See? Was it really so hard to just cooperate with me?" he asks, reaching up and ruffling his boyfriend's hair.
"Room for one more?" James asks, rushing over and sitting on the arm by Sirius' head. "This is my favorite spot to think."
"It is a nice spot," Peter agrees, leaning against the back.
With a groan, Remus lets the book drop to the floor.