Bowling

a/n I promised some one-shots and I really can't bring myself to end this. So, here's bowling.

Yet again continued.

I'm sorry.

Wait. No I'm not.

"Hey Remmie!" Sirius hissed, knocking his shoulder against the sleepy boy/man beside him, he was 21 but still could be counted for a boy, even though he wasn't as small anymore, his childish body was wrapped around Sirius's in a way that made Sirius feel warm and gooey inside, his head on his chest, golden hair tickling Sirius's throat as he stroked it thoughtfully.

Remus did nothing to reply, burying his head further into Sirius's body heat, his eyes still firmly closed. Sleep was his friend. It was not going to leave him now when he needed it most.

"Remmiekins! I know you can hear me!" Sirius grinned playfully, knowing exactly how to get his sweet husband up.

*smack*

Remus jumped up, arm flailing, amber eyes wide, moving so much he almost fell out of bed but Sirius caught him in time by his shoulders, pulling him over on top of him as he lay down. Remus's eyes were still wide as saucers, but they had darkened somewhat out of lust.

"You slapped my bum." Remus said, almost a question, pouting slightly.

Sirius grinned, "I did, didn't I?"

Remus sighed, "It hurt."

"No it didn't."

"How do you know! It could have hurt!"

"Yeah but it didn't!"

"You didn't feel it!"

"I know I didn't, but I would never intentionally hurt you, so, I didn't put as much pressure on my hand and it couldn't have hurt." Sirius said, nodding his head up and down, still smiling at his husband.

Remus frowned, "Bastard, I'm being mean to you and then you go and say something incredibly adorable and sexy at the same time, making me feel like a right prat!"

Sirius ruffled the tired mans hair, "well, just say something incredibly sweet back'

Remus frowned, "I just can't come up with it on the spot!"

"Well. Your not making this easy, do something else, I dunno, dance or something!"

Remus contemplated it for a moment, before leaning forward and pressing his lips against Sirius's for one of those kitten kisses they when they were younger, still so much in love. Just a soft pressing together of mouths,with hands on waists or locked around necks, lacking fervour but holding just the same amount of fervour.

Kitten kisses, Sirius called them.

Pulling away. Remus settled himself back on Sirius's chest, lulling himself to contentness with the easy rising and falling of Sirius's chest, when a thought struck him.

"What did you wake me up for in the first place, I was tired you know!" Remus complained, he was tired, tired from the nights ativities which still floated around his brain, with tantalising images showing up every so often.

"I just wanted to tell you," Sirius's voice sounded husky from sleep and Remus gulped audibly, "That I got married."

That made Remus laugh, the ring on his finger glinting in the moonlight streaming in from his window.

Sirius smiled too, despite his closed eyes.

"Funny you say that, I got married too," Remus giggled, wrapping an around Sirius's waist.

"Not only that. Remmie, I only got married, 8 hours and 53 minutes ago." Sirius boasted, opening one eye to glance at his sleepy grinning lover.

"What a coincidence!" Remus exclaimed, chuckling, "I got married 8 hours and 53 minutes ago!"

"Who did you marry?"

"Oh, I married the handsomest, kindest, funniest, sexiest man with the best hair ever to walk this planet."

"Love, I think it's impossible to marry yourself." Sirius commented, bringing one hand up to stroke Remus's back, smooth except for one bad scar in between his shoulder blades, it was extremely sensitive and Sirius loved to exploit that.

"Why are you so nice and loving? I can't top that, I'm going have to do something very different to make it up to you now!" Remus said innocently, glancing at Sirius through his eyelashes when the older boy jerked his eyes open.

"What?!"

"I dunno yet, maybe I'll dance or something?"

A/N okay babies, please please please check out my fic Eyeliner, leather and Highschool, it's up and running now! and if u want more of bowling you gotta review