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Sirius has never been happier to see Kingsley walk through the door of Number Twelve. Maybe it's just the mind-numbing boredom and intense loneliness that comes with being locked away in this bloody tomb, but just the sight of his boyfriend makes Sirius want to plant the biggest kiss on his lips. It takes every ounce of restraint not to tackle him the moment he sees him.

Blimey, Kingsley looks handsome, still dressed in a navy-blue Muggle suit, his sunglasses tucked away neatly in his pocket. Ever since he was assigned to monitor the Muggle Prime Minister, he's been wearing the most exquisite suits that make Sirius go a little mad.

Unfortunately, his new assignment also means that Sirius doesn't get to see him as often as he'd like. Since the Order meetings are few and far-between, and only Remus ever bothers to visit him just to spend time together, Sirius has steadily been feeling like he's losing his mind. Some days he wonders if staying in Azkaban would have been better. Merlin knows his childhood home is just as much a prison as that bloody place had been.

Kingsley grins at him, holding up a bottle of champagne. "Sirius Black, completely speechless?" he teases. "Alert the media! Pretty sure that's never happened before."

Sirius attempts to scowl, but he's too pleased that his boyfriend is there, and his lips quickly twist into a smile. "I'll have you know that I do, in fact, shut up sometimes."

With a laugh, Kingsley walks past him, leading him into the kitchen. "Oh, please," he says, pausing using a chilling charm on the bottle of champagne. "You even talk in your sleep."

Sirius blushes at that, the warmth burning his cheeks. He clears his throat, awkwardly scrubbing the back of his neck with his palm. His habit of talking in his sleep is exactly how he and Kingsley ended up together. Kingsley had walked in while Sirius was napping, and he'd heard Sirius lovesick murmurings. At the moment, Sirius doesn't walk to talk about that habit. Sure, it worked out for him, but really, it's sort of embarrassing to know he can be so vulnerable.

Instead, he taps a finger against the champagne cork, grinning. "What's the special occasion?"

In the back of his mind, he's panicking. As far as he knows, it isn't his birthday, or Kingsley's. They haven't even been together for a year yet, so it can't be an anniversary. Sirius hopes he isn't missing something important. The last thing he wants is to look like a jerk who can't even remember special dates.

"Because I missed you," Kingsley answers, opening his briefcase. Instead of the usual documents and things that he usually carries, there are chocolate-covered strawberries and a takeout box of what smells like fish and chips.

Sirius licks his lips, excited. It's moments like this that makes him realize exactly how much he hates being trapped here. He sees the little reminders, and suddenly his flesh seems to fit a little too tightly over his bones, and nothing feels right. He wants a normal life again. These little indoor dates with Kingsley are nice, but it breaks his heart just as much as it heals his heart.

"I think I've almost convinced Albus to let me take you on a trip to Switzerland," Kingsley adds. "There will be conditions, of course, but… I know it's better than this." He gestures vaguely at the house around them, a small smile on his lips.

Sirius can hardly allow himself to hope. He wants to leave more than anything, even if it's just for a weekend. Is it really possible that he and Kingsley will be able to go out and pretend to be a normal couple?

"I didn't even know you were planning anything," Sirius says softly, his heart melting. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."

Kingsley pops the cork, pouring champagne into two flutes. Really, Sirius thinks that champagne doesn't go with fish and chips, but he isn't complaining. It's a sweet gesture, at least. "Don't thank me yet," Kingsley tells him. "Not until we know if it's happening."

Shaking his head, Sirius grabs his boyfriend's arm gently, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to Kingsley's lips. "You mean the world to me."

It isn't' just the possibility of leaving that makes him happy. Sirius has never had a partner who loved him like this and seemed to truly care. Whether he has to stay or not, at least Sirius will never have to doubt Kingsley's love for him.