Remus had finally, finally, finally got Sirius to sleep. His boy had been tossing and turning, waking up screaming, or not sleeping at all.
It killed Remus to see Sirius like that, the dark panda eyes, the weary expressions and tired eyes.
He knew Sirius hadn't slept at all for the last few nights, terrified the nightmares would come back. But finally he'd got him to sleep.
Sirius' head was in the crook of Remus' neck, legs entwined and lips puckered. He'd started off by tentively resting his head on Remus' chest, until Remus pulled him closer, kissed the top of his head and told him, "I love you, baby. Get some sleep, I'll be right here." And Sirius did. He closed his eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep, laying right on top of his lover.
Remus felt relief, just absolute relief that Sirius would be ok. Thank Merlin. Thank Merlin his boy would be ok.
