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Sirius wakes up alone, annoyingly, but the smell of fresh coffee flows into the room and into her nose. She suppresses a giggle and buries her face into her pillow, taking a deep breath and catching Remus’ scent. It’s early, she knows that, not needing to glance at the clock on her bedside. Letting herself settle into her bed, she can hear Remus’ humming as she moves around the kitchen, the clanking of pans signifies that she’s making breakfast and Sirius’ heart warms.
She can’t believe her girlfriend is back from months of being in another country, doing her journalism all around Europe. The blog Remus keeps is still unpopular, a couple of dedicated fans and her college professors being the only ones who keep up with it. Obviously, Sirius also kept up with Remus’ blog when she uploaded a new story. It didn’t matter if it interested Sirius or not, her girlfriend wrote it.
“Sirius? Are you awake, sweetheart?” Remus’ voice floods into the room and Sirius can feel her heart race.
“Mhm,” Sirius lets out. There’s a gentle touch on her ankle, a swipe of Remus’ thumb over the bone.
“Breakfast is ready.”
“What’d you make?” Sirius lets out a yawn as she sits up.
“Just some eggs and toast- and your coffee, of course.”
Sirius smiles, a blush forming over her face. Remus, being domestic, does everything to Sirius, making her melt into a puddle of goo. She loves the soft looks in Remus’ eyes, the monotony of it all.
“You’re so good to me, darling,” Sirius scoots to the edge of the bed, letting her face rest against Remus’ stomach, breathing in her scent. Remus laughs softly, bringing her hand down to stroke her hair.
“You deserve only the best.”
Remus’ hands travel down, cupping Sirius’ face, tilting it up. The gaze Sirius always gives her makes her heart flutter. There’s a sparkle over her blue-grey eyes, making them pop with life. Her cheeks flushing, lips parted and looking so soft and plump Remus usually gives into kissing them.
Just like now, Remus just has to kiss Sirius, gentle movements between them. Sirius always gets eager, leaning up into Remus and grabbing at her clothes, hums coming from her throat.
“Sweetheart, your food’ll get cold,” Remus murmurs against Sirius’ lips. As expected, Sirius pouts but she lets herself be pulled up on her feet, straightening out her silk slip and walking past Remus. She’s pretending to be mad, but it’s fine, as long as Remus gets to stare at her ass before it disappears into the kitchen.
Sirius fixes herself a plate and pours her coffee, resting against the counter after grabbing a fork from a drawer. She watches Remus as she walks back in and joins her, sipping her coffee. “How long are you staying this time around?”
Remus hums, swallowing her food, “I’m done with that project, so for now, I don’t have anything lined up. I would say a couple of weeks?”
“Really?”
“Really.”
A grin spreads over Sirius’ face at the news and she manages to scarf down the rest of her food and chug the rest of her coffee, placing them both in the sink and wrapping her arms around Remus’ waist. “Good.”
Sirius lets her smile soften as she lightly sways with Remus. “That means Peter and James'll want you all to themselves, right?”
“Yeah, but they can wait,” Remus says softly, “I'm seeing them tomorrow.”
“Lovely, cheating already?”
“Don’t get upset, Sweetheart, you’ll have me for quite a few months. Besides, you know Regulus has me heart, but unfortunately, she's quite enamored with James.”
Sirius huffs, rolling her eyes at the comment, “I'm not upset! I just don’t see why they have to see you so soon.”
Remus laughs, pressing a soft kiss to Sirius' forehead, “They'll bother me until I agree to hang out. Regulus picked me up, remember? They're going to be jealous.”
A pout forms on Sirius' lips. Remus knows she shouldn’t encourage her bratty behavior, but it always looks so cute on her.
“Listen, you can come with, yeah? You don't have work?”
“I do,” Sirius grumbles.
Remus hums, “Then I'll just see you after, Sweetheart. I can always visit you some days. Will that make it up to you?”
Sirius pretends to think for a second. She doesn’t actually care if Remus goes out, just wanting to be as dramatic as possible. It's like all she wants to be in bed with her girlfriend, is that so much to ask for? Apparently so. “Fine.”
Remus smiles brightly at her, making Sirius dizzy for a moment, how she could look at someone like her like that. Like she’s worth something, not just a bunch of broken pieces trying to function. It's clear Remus sees the stars in her eyes, by the way her eyes crinkle at the edges.
“I love you, sweetheart,” Remus says, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ forehead, “So much.”
“I love you, too, darling.”
Sirius' eyes flicker down to her lips then back to Remus' eyes. The idea that Sirius wants her so badly that she's willing to wait for Remus' say so before anything, it makes Remus giddy inside. She brushes a piece of Sirius' hair behind her ear, gently letting her finger wrap around her curl. Sirius' curls are always just so…
Beautiful. Just like her, how her lips turn upwards as she curls her hair, how she has freckles lining her shoulders from being sunburnt during the summers. The moles, carefully placed, on her neck, her arms, her stomach, just between her breasts. To add on to the freckles and moles, Sirius is artwork. A canvas for her to draw on, tattoos lining her arms, her legs, and most of her torso.
Remus leans in again, watching Sirius’s eyes flutter closed and her lips part in anticipation. How she wants to bite and lick them, to suck on her lips until they're a burning red. Their lips press together instead. Remus has months before another assignment, she has the time to explore Sirius's body again, to make Sirius hers.
She already is, their bodies melding together into one.
“Darling,” Sirius murmurs against her lips, “why don’t you take me back to bed?”
Remus' mouth goes dry, but how could she ever deny her? She grabs Sirius' thighs and lifts her up in one quick motion.
“Anything for you, Sweetheart.”