44. Remus/Sirius
A/N: For the Slash/Femmslash BC (chair). Written for Sam because I need to believe that Wolfstar can be happy!
Remus wonders if this will last. He's spent so much time worrying that he's not enough for Sirius, always plagued by his insecurities and shortcomings.
"Where do you see us in fifty years?" he asks nervously, avoiding Sirius' gaze.
"Well, if I'm not locked away in Azkaban-"
"Even you can't manage that," Remus snorts. "A lifetime of detentions, maybe."
A grin graces Sirius' lips before he continues. "We'll be old and grey together, sitting in comfy chairs, drinking tea, and still having amazing sex."
Remus sputters, his cheeks flushing a burning pink. "Sirius!"
The other boy shrugs innocently. "Okay. No sex in the comfy chairs."
"Do you mean it?"
"Yeah. I know you're traditional and prefer the b-"
"Not that!" Remus cuts across quickly, his face growing hotter. "Us. Together in fifty years."
"Of course I do."