Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR. Poem belongs to me.

Notes: Written some time ago... just never posted here.

The Brink of Sleep

I am wisest when my mind
dances on the brink of sleep
For when I am awake
doubts and insecurities
plague me
Making what was once so certain
seem questionable.

Sirius shifted slightly, still groggy with sleep. The warm bulk beside him continued to breathe slowly and evenly, showing no signs of waking up.

"Remus smells good," Sirius decided, burying his face in the soft, sandalwood and vanilla scented neck of his friend.

While it wasn't their habit to share a bed, Remus was living in a small apartment with only one bedroom. Apparently Dumbledore had underestimated the stubborn streaks built into the two men, as he had obviously expected there to be room for one of them on the sofa when he sent Sirius to stay with Remus. However, they had both refused to allow the other to sleep on the sofa, no matter how soft it was, and thus had ended up sharing the bed.

With the wisdom and insight borne of just waking up, Sirius began doing something he would never have dared do if either he or Remus was awake and coherent. He began laying soft kisses on his friends' neck, merely because it seemed like a good thing to be doing.

Remus moved his head to the side, allowing for better access, still apparently deeply asleep. The freshly exposed skin, however, tempted Sirius further, and he found his lips trailing slowly and carefully up Remus' neck, until he was kissing his jaw, his cheek, and finally his lips.

It was at his lips that he lingered, placing several warm, damp kisses. Some part of his brain told him that Remus had to be awake by now. That same part pointed out that it seemed very much as if Remus was kissing him back.

Finally Sirius allowed his mind to slip deeper into the stupor of sleep. Just as he was about to fall completely asleep, the alarm went off.

Remus' thin body went taught suddenly and he groaned and pulled the blankets over his head, curling closer to Sirius, one arm groping about on the headboard to turn it off.
Silence fell again, Sirius pointedly trying to fall asleep again and failing, as the part of him that was awake knew that the warm object he was snuggling was going to be leaving shortly.

Suddenly his lips were accosted by another set of lips that were gone as quickly as they had arrived. Remus then gave in to the inevitable and climbed out of bed to get dressed and go to work, allowing Sirius to finally doze off.

Several hours later he woke again, this time more fully. As he stared at the ceiling, still smelling Remus' shampoo on the pillowcase, a realization dawned on him.

"I kissed Remus," he observed out loud. Then as the words sunk in, he jolted up in the bed. "I KISSED REMUS!" he gasped, mildly terrified of the consequences of his actions.
Before he could work himself into a full blown panic, another memory crossed his mind. "And he kissed me."

A wolfish grin made its way onto his face and remained there, as he set about arranging the perfect way to surprise his friend with another kiss when he came home, since they would both be awake to enjoy it.