Sirius is a Marauder. It's in his blood to wreak havoc in calm waters. So..he decides to poke a sleeping bear a.k.a his husband, Remus.
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It's no secret Remus isn't the most outwardly affectionate person. He'll cuddle and love to love Sirius but initiating skinship ? It's still a work in progress.
It's even weirder when Sirius is the one to deny skinship. The man's literally a koala in human form.
Remus sees Sirius working, typing away on his laptop. Remus smiles at his furrowed eyebrows. He's always so cute when he's focused. It must be a big project, he guesses.
He steps into their home office only to recoil at how cold the room is. The wooden planks all frozen under his foot. Remus walks back out and takes their knit blanket.
"Hey." He greets.
Sirius looks up, a little tired a little done with everything. "Hey."
Remus drapes the blanket over Sirius shoulders. "Come out at 7 for dinner yeah ?"
At Sirius' nodd, he leans down to kiss his hair. They share a look and Remus goes to kiss his lips. Just when they were about to meet, Sirius moves back with a smile. He pats Remus' cheek.
"I'll be done before 7 if I continue now."
"Oh uh okay." Remus rubs his nape.
Huh.. weird.
As promised, they have dinner before 7. Sirius tells him all about this huge project that he's assigned. That he'll get a raise if he manages this well. Remus thinks this man is amazing. He listens with pride swelling in his chest.
"I'll get the dishes." Remus picks after them but a hand snatches the plate.
"We'll do it together." Sirius winks.
So there they stand, a bit cramped, in their kitchen. Remus' sleeves rolled up to properly scrub the grease off the pan while Sirius dries and rearranges them in the cupboards.
"Mmm someone's been working out." Sirius eyes the forearms.
Remus splashes water at him like he was spraybottle-ing a cat. "Shush, James made me do another round of upperbody yesterday."
"I'll tell him to make you do two rounds of it next time."
Remus groans. "You're trying to kill me !"
Sirius whirls around from their plate cupboard. "It benefits us both ! You get strong arms, I get to drool at them all day."
The taller shakes his head while he rinses the last of the stubborn pans. Then he pats his hands dry on his pants, not forgetting to wipe the gold ring with his shirt. Sirius was fixing the cups when Remus wraps his oh-so glorious arms around him.
"Wanna go on a date tomorrow ? I'm out of work early." He rests his chin on Sirius' shoulder.
Sirius won't admit it. He'll lick James' gym socks first before he'll admit that even with 12 years of marriage, the butterflies haven't gone away. The way Remus phrased the question made him feel like he's 18 again.
"Let's go, I've got nothing tomorrow." Sirius turns in Remus' arms. "Wanna try out that new restaurant ?"
"Mm you can read my mind." Remus bumps their foreheads together.
Remus likes this. The closeness. It's intimate without making it sexual. The weight of Sirius' arms familiar on his shoulders. From up here, he could count how many lashes Sirius' hot. See his star like freckles and breathe the same air.
