A/N: Hey y'all! Have some SiriusKingsley. :)

Word Count: 486

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When Kingsley opened his eyes, he was momentarily surprised to realize that Sirius was in his bed.

The other man was still sleeping soundly, the sunlight from the window falling over his still figure. Kingsley propped himself up on his elbow to better see. Sirius' shoulder-length black hair was spread across the pillow and his jaw shadowed by early-morning stubble; he was absolutely breathtaking.

As Kingsley woke up, it slowly dawned on him that they could do this now. They could fall asleep in bed together, in his flat, because Sirius was no longer a wanted man. He was no longer forced to hide in his hated childhood home—he was free. Kingsley could feel his excitement mounting; he could only imagine how Sirius felt.

Speaking of, the man in question was beginning to wake up. He grumbled as he rolled over to face Kingsley, cracking open one grey eye. "Mmm. Morning."

Kingsley grinned and pressed a kiss to Sirius' forehead. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Nice night?"

Those grey eyes narrowed in half-hearted indignation. "Would've been better if it'd been" —a yawn interrupted him— "longer."

Laughing, Kingsley just shook his head at his boyfriend. "You'll want to get up if you want to leave on time."

Sirius' body stilled. "...Why do I want to leave on time?"

"Well," Kingsley said slowly, "you said you'd like to be reinstated in the Auror program. There's paperwork for that, you know. Appointments to make. Interviews to be had."

"I get it." Sirius held up a hand and reluctantly sat up. The navy bedsheets slipped off of him, revealing his bare, tattooed chest. He stretched, and a moment of silence passed before he glanced nervously at the Ravenclaw. "I can't believe we're going to do this."

The atmosphere sobered. Sirius had told him months ago about his past ambitions to be an Auror—and how he'd barely gotten through training when he was arrested. His expression had been so pained at the dream lost that Kingsley's heart had broken for him—now, though, he had the chance to fix all of that. He could get his dream back.

Swallowing thickly as words fled him, Kingsley laced his fingers through Sirius'. He feared it was a poor method of comfort, but Sirius relaxed at the touch. He'd become increasing tactile since his escape from Azkaban, and touched seemed to ground him.

"Let's go," Kingsley said softly. "We've a big day ahead."

Sirius nodded. "Mmhmm." His grey eyes sparkled. "It'll be one to remember, I'm sure."

Kingsley couldn't help but agree. Great things were just around the corner—they could both feel it. Sirius was getting his future back, and Kingsley... for the first time in a long time, this little London flat felt like home.

As they set out into the city, a million possibilities open to them, the large grin n Sirius' face told Kingsley that he felt the same.