Mistletoe
Remus sprawled out across the sofa as he watched Sirius hanging mistletoe, and listened to his boyfriend humming to himself.
"Do we really need all of that?" Remus asked, as Sirius placed yet another bit of mistletoe in the room. "I doubt anyone will be standing in that corner today. Not when we have sofas here."
"Can't be too careful," Sirius said, ensuring the mistletoe was secure before reaching for another piece. He stared critically around the room before striding towards the fireplace, hanging a piece directly over it.
"Okay, who'll be standing there?" Remus asked. He had helped in the beginning, but Sirius was going overboard and Remus had stopped, hoping that Sirius would also give up. It hadn't worked.
"Us," Sirius said, grinning briefly at Remus before turning back to the task at hand. "And we'll probably be standing over there, there and there." He pointed to the areas that had mistletoe.
"And if we're not?" Remus asked.
"Oh, we will be," Sirius assured him.
Remus smiled. "Fine. But why mistletoe? You've never needed that to kiss me before. You could just kiss me, rather than a plant dictating it for you."
"It's tradition my dearest Moonshine," Sirius pointed out. "It just means that I can kiss you twice as much."
"If you kiss me twice as much, we'll never find a moment's time to spend with our guests," Remus insisted.
"Oh, they can entertain themselves," Sirius said. "Or they can make the most of the mistletoe and cuddle up with someone themselves. They won't even notice when we go to bed…"
"We're not going to have sex when people are here visiting us," Remus replied firmly. "Poor James and Regulus are still traumatised after arriving early the other day and letting themselves in with Regulus' key. They still won't look at me properly. We can have sex after the party when everyone leaves."
"Great." He reached for another bit of mistletoe and headed to the door.
"Where are you going?" Remus asked.
"To put some mistletoe above the bed," Sirius called back.