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Remus heard the sound of birds first. Then, he felt the warmth of the sun basking over him, the warmth of the blankets wrapped around him, the warmth of his lover at his side.
His eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes clinging together slightly after a long night of peaceful rest; he always slept well in the days following a transformation.
He rolled onto his side and was surprised to see Sirius watching him, a faint smile on his face. He blushed at the thought of having been watched in his sleep, burying his face further under the blanket to conceal his embarrassment from the raven haired boy.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Sirius said, voice hoarse from sleep but still gentle. “How’d my Moonshine sleep?”
They were the words he heard every morning, the same two sentences that Sirius had greeted him with ever since they had started dating three years ago. He still felt the same blossom of adoration and love for the other whenever he heard them whispered to him, even on the darkest of mornings.
“Morning Pads.”
Remus stretched out his aching limbs, feeling a new crick in his hip that was the result of a harsh full moon just three nights earlier. They seemed to be getting worse as he got older. He didn’t want to imagine what would be left of his body by the time he was a proper working man.
Sirius moved closer, wrapping an arm around Remus’ waist, hand resting on the small of his back. He leant forward and placed a kiss on Remus’ neck, then his cheek, then his forehead.
Remus basked in the warmth of Sirius against him, eyes closing in peaceful bliss.
Just as he felt like he was dozing off again, Sirius shifted, lifting his head from Remus’ chest.
“Want something to eat, Love?” He asked quietly, already moving to get out of their shared bed.
Remus held onto his wrist. “Stay here for a bit longer.”
Sirius chuckled and Remus felt another kiss on his forehead. Sirius ruffled his hair. “Come on, Moons. It’s already ten and James and Lily are coming over soon.”
Remus groaned into the pillow. He knew he had to wake up, but cuddling with Sirius just seemed so much more appealing.
But he had missed James and Lily, they had hardly been able to see each other now that they were members of the Order. It was hard to think about how they were no longer protected in the bubble that was Hogwarts, now met with the harsh reality of the war occurring around them. They still felt too young to be worrying about these kinds of things.
But as the news of more mysterious deaths and disappearances continued to make headlines, Remus had realised that there was just no escaping the inevitable: they were a part of this war and there was no getting out of it.
Still, he allowed himself to pretend like things were normal sometimes.
He watched as Sirius moved towards the door, dressed only in some red boxers and hair tied into a plait Remus had done for him the night before. He smiled. He could pretend today, pretend like he didn’t get more and more worried about what would kill him first: his lycanthropy, or the war that had already stolen his youth away.
“Sirius?”
Sirius turned around, head tilted. “Yes, Moony?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Rem.”