Notes: Remus wakes up Sirius in a very naughty way(not graphic due to rating) and well, Sirius proves to be someone who isn't much of a morning person. Oh, and "fag" is the British word for cigarette.
The sun shone brightly between the curtains, causing Remus to squint just a little bit. He sat up, watching Sirius pull the blankets over his head to get back to sleep. Resting his head back against the pillow, Remus absently ran his hand down Sirius' back. He wasn't tired, not even after have some nice morning sex with his best friend of twenty years. In fact, all Remus wanted to do now was smoke a cigarette, which was something Remus rarely thought of doing.
Grinning, he put his arms around Sirius and held him, causing the other man to groan.
"Mmmmm...Remus..." Sirius moaned.
"Did you like that, Padfoot?" Remus asked, hoping that Sirius was pleased.
"Of course I did, but can I sleep?"
"You mean you didn't think of smoking a nice fag?" Remus pressed his cheek against Sirius'.
The other man twisted around to look at his best friend, "You mean you actually thought of doing that?"
"Oh yes, after our excursion, I just felt wonderful." Remus sighed, closing his eyes briefly.
"That's nice," Sirius muttered.
Remus fell silent, but only to reminisce about how he woke and looked over at his sleeping lover. He had felt such desire that he couldn't help but touch him. At that time, Sirius had still been asleep, so Remus held him and began kissing him, which woke up Sirius. At first, Padfoot demanded to know "what the bloody hell" Remus was doing, but soon gave him when Remus reached down underneath the blankets to grab a certain part of him. At that point, Sirius rolled over and allowed Remus to have his way.
Remus broke his own silence, "We should do this more often."
"I don't think so," Sirius replied with a hint of irritation in his voice.
"Why not? I thought you had enjoyed our session of lovemaking."
"Lovemaking?" Sirius groaned. "Why can't you just go back to sleep?"
"Maybe I don't want to," Remus answered, grinning.
"Well, I want to, now leave me alone."
"Oh, Sirius, why must you be irritable? You weren't like that when I went inside of you. You just seemed to want more." Remus gripped his best friend and lover even tighter.
"Remus Lupin, the only thing I want right now is more sleep. So, can you just leave me the hell alone?"
"Oh, Sirius, that's not like you at all," Remus persisted, pecking Sirius' cheek.
"This is not like you, Remus. What you did was certainly not like you."
"Oh no," Remus answered. "I know I was acting a bit unusual and it just felt right."
"Oh....I just feel sad right now."
Remus frowned, "What makes you sad?"
That question caused Sirius to break away from Remus' grasp, sit up and point at the alarm clock, "I'm sad because it's eight o'clock in the bleeding morning and you just had to wake me up for a shag!" He plopped back down, putting his arm over his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sirius." Remus said while backing away, but his widened when he heard Sirius chuckle. "What?"
Sirius moved his arm away to look directly into Remus' eyes, "You realize, of course, that this is the only acceptable way of waking me before noon, right?"
"Of course!"
