Quidditch League - Holyhead Harpies - Seeker - Round 7
Prompt: Domestic Bliss/A Slice of Life/Daily Life
Warnings: Lots of fluff :P
A/N: Thanks to my team and Dash for betaing! :D
it's the way you love me (it's a feeling like this)
Remus really hates mornings… except when Sirius is there.
It's raining when the alarm goes off that morning. The rain is pounding hard against the window, and it's rude.
Remus looks at the clock. Six. They can sleep in. Right? Right. He reaches his free hand out, smacking the alarm several times until it shuts up and leaves them alone.
"Stop moving," Sirius grumbles, his voice vibrating against the back of his shoulder. "Am comfortable."
"You won't be with that grating sound," Remus mutters blearily, but he withdraws his hand and settles back into Sirius' hold, which has tightened since the blasted noise began. He lets his eyes flutter shut, feeling so happy and warm in his boyfriend's hold. Another hour. This is going to be great.
Ten minutes. Ten bloody minutes to snooze, before the blaring starts up again. Really, who'd think the snooze button would only give them an extra ten minutes? He'd deny that it's been that long, because surely he's just closed his eyes again, but the red flashing numbers on the front of the clock don't lie. Probably don't lie. Stupid clock.
It gets another smack, and Sirius grumbles again like he does every morning. Can't they just call in sick today? No one should be expected to be awake at this time, and Sirius laughs softly as Remus gets more and more explicit in his threats to the damned clock with every additional smack against the bloody thing.
"Careful, Moony, we can't afford to replace that," Sirius teases when Remus threatens to throw it against the wall. Seven is fast approaching, and he doesn't want to get out of the bed, but they have to.
"We can," Remus grumbles in return, trying to roll over to get a look at the window. The curtains are drawn, blocking out the darkness outside, but Remus can still hear the rain. He loves the sound of the rain when he can stay in bed, but today… he doesn't want to go outside. "Call in sick?" he asks, meeting Sirius' amused grey eyes, and belatedly he realises that whilst he has gone back to sleep, Sirius has probably been awake for a while.
And yet, he hadn't turned off the alarm. What a little shit.
"Nope," Sirius scolds. "We've got to be responsible adults and do responsible things like going to work."
Remus can hear the laughter in his tone, and that's not gonna fly at seven in the morning. Nope, not a chance. He tries to glare at Sirius, but apparently his glare doesn't have the same effect it usually has at this time of morning.
"I'll give up my chocolate fund?" Remus offers insincerely instead.
"Awww, you're cute when you lie through your teeth," Sirius teases. "Come on, I worked out how to set the boiler thing to make the heating come on by itself." He sounds so proud of himself—and Remus doesn't blame him. They've been here for three weeks now, and they've had to suffer a cold flat whilst they run to do the heating. This is the first warm morning they've had since they moved in. All the more reason to not want to get out of the bed.
Remus is proud of him too, but he's not voicing that at seven am. That's for later, when he feels more alive.
"Fine," he grumbles. "You gotta let go of me."
Sirius sighs dramatically, but he releases his hold of Remus. "If only to protect our poor alarm clock," he quips through a grin that looks far too wide for this time of morning, and Remus can't help but smile at this. The clock is horrible, and it doesn't let him sleep. He regrets buying it more and more with every minute. But he slides out of the bed anyway, still feeling a little cold. Already, he misses the warmth of the bed and Sirius' arms and the covers.
"Coming?"
"Oh, I thought you could start on breakfast whilst—"
"Get the fuck out of the bed, Sirius. If I have to suffer, you have to suffer," Remus gripes, and Sirius laughs as he slides out of the bed, clearly not bothered by the cold like Remus is. "Enough food for a fry up?"
"Yeah, I stocked up. First day of work, you need to have something to fill you up."
Sirius is already striding past him to get started on food, and for that, Remus is grateful. He's nervous about today and now that he's out of bed, it all feels more real. This whole being an adult thing is scary. Working is scary, but he's tired of watching Sirius go out to work every day while he stays uselessly at home, not bringing any money in to help with this tiny flat that really needs furniture.
"Love you," Remus calls after him.
"I know," Sirius calls back, already holding the frying pan. "Love you too. So, you gonna stick the kettle on? You make the best cuppas."
Remus can see into the kitchen from their bedroom door, because it's really that small in this place. Their place. Their first flat. It's perfect really, but seven am Remus is not impressed by it.
Remus slips into the kitchen soon, walking to the cheap kettle and flicking the switch. He pulls out the cups and gets started, turning around to watch Sirius crack eggs into one pan whilst the bacon and sausages cook in the other.
"Is this what you imagined?" Remus finds himself asking. "When we said we'd live together after school. Did you imagine this tiny flat? Cooking breakfast and making tea in a room so tiny there's barely an inch between us?"
Sirius turns away from the pan, meeting Remus' gaze. He still looks much too cheerful for seven fucking am.
"No," he admits. "I never thought I'd be this lucky." He's not even being sarcastic, for fuck's sake.
Right answer though, Remus thinks as he takes the tiny step to close the distance between them. He wraps his arms around Sirius' waist and Sirius turns his head, meeting Remus' lips for a quick kiss.
For the first time that morning, Remus cracks a real smile when Sirius turns back to the food. He doesn't release his hold until he hears the kettle click behind him.
"What about you?" Sirius asks as Remus turns towards the kettle. There's a smile in his voice, like he already knows the answer.
Well, his Sirius was always a smart bloke
"I never thought I'd be this lucky either," Remus admits. "This… this is perfect."
Even if it is seven in the bloody morning.