Author's Note: Another quick update in honor of Valentine's Day. I couldn't let the day pass without giving you some fluff. So enjoy this short little flashback, we'll be back to the main arc in the next chapter.

Summer 1978

"Did you see his trousers?"

"Forget how odd his trousers are did you see that arse?"

Remus glared at Sirius who broke into a slapdash grin, his prominent canines flashing. He threw an arm around Remus' shoulder and bumped his nose against Remus' scarred cheek, laughing as they ambled down the street.

"Don't worry Remus, your arse will always be my favorite." Sirius planted a kiss on his cheek and Remus pushed him away by the face looking nervous.

"Not here Sirius, wait until we get to the flat." He said it under his breath glancing around, though the corners of his mouth twitched and he knew Sirius knew he was secretly pleased.

Sirius spread his arms wide, gesturing to the street around them and laughed, "Come on Moons, this is Camden! There are poofters all over the damn place, that was part of the point of it."

Remus put a hand over his face, there were several Muggles staring and his boyfriend was having a goddamn Sound-of-Music-moment in the middle of Camden Market. Sirius had been like this since graduation, when, after weeks of uncertainty, Remus had suggested that maybe, since James was moving in with Lily as soon as possible and Sirius didn't want to go back home like Peter, maybe they could make a go of it sharing a flat. Remus thought Sirius was going to cry with happiness. James later told Remus that Sirius had been privately pining away for several weeks, wondering why Remus hadn't said anything about moving in together and refusing to suggest himself it for fear of scaring Remus off. Of course he had, Remus merely shook his head at this information, he could be such a drama queen at times. And then Sirius dragged Remus all around London for a month before they decided on a little upstairs mews off Camden High Street. It had been an adventure, living off money left to Sirius by some uncle and traipsing around London without a care.

Today, a sunny, beautiful, breezy day in early July they were finally moving in. Sirius and Remus each had one magically expanded overnight bag, and they had decided to walk (or practically skip in Sirius' case) the last kilometer or so to the flat so that they could get a better sense of the neighborhood. Remus couldn't help but grin. He was moving in with the man he loved. This crazy, daft, ridiculous clown was all his. It was all so domestic, but he didn't much care. He was a queer werewolf, he never thought that he'd find someone that would accept him for all his baggage, let alone love him for it.

"Sirius you pew, come back here." And Sirius turned, long hair tied back in a messy bun and threw his arm back around Remus where it belonged.

"Just think," he said pointing at the door to their right, with a sign over it proclaiming it 'The Stag and Cedar', "We could have pints at that dingy little pub."

"And then drunk Chinese at that place across the street?"

"Of course! And then we can amble down there and buy some records to take home."

"And then -"

But Sirius wasn't listening anymore, there was a sharp intake of breath and Sirius suddenly had his face pressed against the window of a clothing store, his face alight like a kid on Christmas. He was staring lovingly at a black leather jacket, with zippers on the sleeves and a patch on one of the shoulders that was an embroidered wolf's head, muzzle tipped upward in a howl.

"Moony moony moony" Sirius pointed at the patch, his mouth open and eyes wide.

Remus joined him at the window and looked up at the jacket laughing. "Well that does look like you doesn't it?"

"It's fucking perfect Moons. I have to have it. Think of how good it would look on me when I'm on my motorbike!"

Remus couldn't argue with this, he had a momentary vision of Sirius in his favorite tight jeans straddling the magical motorbike with nothing but that leather jacket covering his torso. He tried not to linger on that image in the middle of the street or it would become obvious all too quickly how much he liked the idea of Sirius owning that jacket. He grabbed Sirius by the bicep.

"Let me buy it for you."

Sirius turned to him, surprised, "But Moons it's probably expensive-"

"I don't care, I want to buy it for you. It's perfect for you and I know you haven't changed any of your money yet. It can be a housewarming present or something."

"Isn't a housewarming gift supposed to be for the house?"

Remus raised his eyebrows, "Do you want the damn jacket or not dogboy?"

"Yes yes please. I'm sorry I ever questioned your wisdom." Sirius put his hands up.

"Anyway, you in that jacket is decoration for the flat as far as I'm concerned." Remus said slyly, opening the door to the store as Sirius smirked and followed.

Fifteen minutes later Sirius was wearing the jacket and Remus had to admit he was right about it suiting Sirius. No doubt the more battered it got the better it would look on him. Sirius just had this ability to make anything that was tattered look like it was part of his punk rock aesthetic rather than the truth which was that he just couldn't be bothered replacing it. It had something to do, Remus suspected, with the effortless confidence that he exuded, and the high aristocratic cheekbones.

"I'll pay you back Remus, promise."

"I already told you I can afford it! I'm starting the new job soon and you're paying the rent anyway. Shut up for once Sirius. Let me do this for you."

Sirius smiled at him but didn't argue anymore. He ran one hand over the buttery leather of the opposite cuff, "It does look pretty good on me."

They turned the corner and half a block down on the right was the new flat. Sirius pulled the keys out of his pocket with some difficulty owing to the tightness of his jeans and let them in. They tramped up the creaky wooden stairs to the main room above and took in the flat. It was small but bright, with a wall of windows opposite the kitchen and smooth worn wood floors. Opposite the stairs there was a decent sized bedroom and tiny little bathroom with clean white tile. The lower floor, once provisioned for horses, was a perfect place for Remus to transform. A few spells to fortify and soundproof the place and he wouldn't even have to leave the house for a sanctuary every month. They had already made plans to paint the kitchen, to buy new furniture, to get a huge fuzzy carpet for the living room and to build bookshelves for Remus across one of the large walls.

Remus couldn't believe it. A place all their own. He walked to the windows opposite and threw one of them open, looking out onto the little street below with a glowing feeling in his chest. The street wasn't exactly the nicest he'd ever been on, but he almost didn't see the graffiti or trash on the street. It was theirs, and it was impossibility brilliant.

He turned and Sirius was looking at him like he'd never looked at Remus before. His eyes were bright and eyebrows knitted together. Remus met his eyes, "Can you believe this is-mm ff"

Sirius had taken two steps and crossed the distance between them and he was kissing Remus, kissing him like he was never going to kiss him again, like this was the last time and he had to put every beautiful mixed-up and upside down feeling of desperate love into one kiss. His hand cupped Remus' lower back, pulling their hips together and Remus reached up to pull Sirius' hair free before tangling a hand in it. Sirius nipped at his lip with a playful growl and Remus opened his mouth, tasting the cinnamon of Sirius' mints and feeling Sirius's breath on his face. The world slowed and swam around them and Remus melted against Sirius. He pulled Sirius' hair a bit and kissed the other man's jaw and neck, before burying his face in the crook of Sirius' neck to breathe in his scent.

"It's fucking perfect Pads."

He could feel Sirius' smile, "You're perfect Moons."

They camped on the battered old sofa that night, the only piece of furniture that Sirius' mother had let him take from his room, and only this because it was ripped in several places. They didn't fit on it together, Remus was forced onto his side and to lay half on top of Sirius' chest who was laying carefully on his back with an arm behind his head. It wasn't the most comfortable sleeping arrangement but as they'd been mostly used to sharing one of their dormitory beds, which were not exactly roomy, neither really minded too much. Remus was beginning to drift off, Sirius stroking his bangs softly, when Sirius reached over to the floor and picked up his camera. Remus looked sleepily up from Sirius' bare chest at the lense as Sirius turned it backwards to capture both of them and grinned, clicking the button down.

"I love you Remus."

"I love you too Sirius."