Chapter 4
Regulus can't help but smile to himself when he hears a familiar swoosh and crackle, then floo-dust being brushed off robes. He straightens his face before glancing over his shoulder, momentarily abandoning the kettle in front of him.
"How many times have I told you to stop dropping by unannounced?" He scolds lightly, but his words lack real fire behind them.
"Please..." James grins, all charm and even the slightest bit of arrogance. Regulus' stomach swoops. "As if you don't let the wards down just so I can come and bother you..."
He casually crosses the room, and soon there's a hand on his chin, drawing him in for a gentle kiss. Regulus closes his eyes and indulges in it. Merlin, he's a weak, weak man...
"Now pour me a cuppa and tell me about your day." James says as he pulls away, his smile now soft and warm. And Regulus does exactly that.