A/N: Second chapter. Sirius's PoW. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

The first thing Remus does is hugging me. He embraces me to his chest and holds me there, my hands stay in their place, lifeless, shying from the warmth of the person with whom I'd shared so much. After a while I make myself pet him emotionlessly on the back.

"Look at you, Padfoot." He says with a smile. "You're clean. And so different." He stops smiling, and studies me with a closed expression. "Your eyes are the same." He says finally.

I want to ask him if he means they are the same as they were when we were we were kids or at the night we met in the shack, but I don't have the power to ask and I don't know which answer I want to hear.

He says I need to take a shower and eat before we even start to talk, and I can't find the words to thank him for understanding. I shower quickly and wrap myself in what I think is Remus's towel, when I come out of the bathroom he smiles fondly at me and brings me a clean robe. I eat than and Remus sits opposite me, just smiling and I can't help but think that this is the same smile I've fell for when I was sixteen.

Finally I put my knife and fork down and look at Remus. His expression becomes serious and he looks at me thoughtfully.

"What happened?" He asks.

I tell him everything there is to the story. About the tournament, about Crouch, about what happened to Harry and about Fudge.

"What was the name of the boy who died?" Remus whispers when finish.

"Diggory, I think. Cedric Diggory." I shrug.

"Oh, god." Remus leans back in his chair, his eyes staring at me. "It'll happen all over again."

I nod. "It's a war, Remus. Dumbledore is reuniting the Order."

Remus stands up. "You need to sleep, we'll talk tomorrow."

I can't agree more. "Where do I sleep?" I ask.

"In my room." He smiles sweetly.

"In…in your bed?" I ask hesitatingly.

"Ehm, sure." He blushes. "I don't have any others in my room."

I couldn't sleep. I lay in the bed, motionless, thinking of the warm body that lies next to me. I spent most of my young life being in love with Remus and fucking muggle men. But after that time with Remus, after knowing what meant making love with someone I truly love, sex just wasn't the same. I tried having relationships with men, but it wasn't Remus. After Remus's wedding I thought I would never have him, but now, fifteen years later, lying next to him in his bed, it seemed almost possible.

"Remus…" I whisper to him.

He moves somewhat.

I move closer to him, so my face is inches from his neck.

"Remus, please."

He turns around sleepily and barely opens his eyes. "What is it?" He asks.

"I need to ask you something." I whisper.

"What?" He seems more awake now, though he's still struggling to keep his eyes open.

"What happened with Amanda?" I ask, avoiding his eyes.

"We've got divorced two years ago." He answers sleepily.

"Why?" I ask desperately.

He studies my eyes seriously. "We weren't in love."

"Are you sorry you've got married?"

"Yes." He sighs deeply. "For so many reasons."

I hesitate, but the heated look in his eyes drives me to ask. "Am I one of the reasons?"

He moves his face closer and I hold my breath as he plants a light kiss on my neck. "You're the main one." He whispers in my ear.

I kiss him on the temple and move my hand to his hip. He stops me and smiles tenderly. "Let's just sleep, please."

I nod and we move closer to one another, it doesn't take long until we both asleep.

When I wake up in the morning Remus is gone already. I pad down to the kitchen, wearing an old pair of jeans I found in Remus's closet. I find him there, making breakfast.

He smiles when he sees me and comes to great me. "Good morning." He says and kisses me lightly on the lips.

I stare at him for a few seconds and then grin and sit by the table.

We eat silently, sometimes sending quick glances in the opposite direction, before an owl arrives. It lands on the kitchen table and drops a letter for me. I open it and read it quickly.

"What is it?" Remus asks.

"Dumbledore wants me back in Hogwarts, immediately, to discuss plans." I look grimly at him.

"Do you have to go?" He asks, though we both know the answer.

"I do." I smile apologetically. "I wish didn't need to, I want to stay here with you."

"So stay." He smiles shyly.

"You need to say how much I'm needed in Hogwarts and send me on my way." I grin. "Make it all dramatic and touching."

"This is not a movie." He sighs. "And I know you are needed in Hogwarts, but… But I need you too."

"Remus…"

"I want you to stay and I won't pretend I'm not selfish." He takes a sip from his tee and avoids my eyes.

I take the opportunity to study him. He doesn't wear a shirt either, but opposed to the muggle jeans I wear, every-day trousers cover the lower parts of his body. His light skin and smooth muscles make me aroused and wishing we had time to go back to bed.

"Put a shirt on." I growl at him. "Or I won't be able control myself."

Remus grins. "I could say the same thing."

"Remus, I warn you. Put a shirt on or we'll be experiencing our second time on a kitchen table."

"What's so bad about that?" He gives me an innocent smile.

"You're wicked." I grin.

"And you're horny." He retorts matter-of-factly.

"I need to go after breakfast." I smile sadly.

His expression becomes serious and he puts his hand on my. "I know."

Only short fifteen minutes later, it's already time to leave.

"I love you." I tell him in the doorway.

He leans to me and buries his head in my neck. "Please come back." He whispers.

I stroke his hair for a few moments, but after a minute I'm already back in dog form, running north.

A/N:I really need a beta (come on, you must've noticed!). Any volunteers?