Pancakes and sketches
Sunlight was streaming through a small gap in the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. Remus groaned as he stirred, he hadn’t realised how much of a human radiator Sirius was.
He felt gross and sticky, he looked down to the bottom of the bed where the discarded duvet was. He must have thrown it off in the middle of the night.
His eyes slowly slid from the bottom of the bed, up his and Sirius’ legs that were intertwined in a way that couldn’t be comfortable, and yet it was, across his chest where Sirius’ arm was thrown over it.
They finally landed on Sirius’ face, and he found he didn’t mind the heat anymore.
As Sirius’ very light snores filled the room, Remus allowed himself a moment to take in the angelic being in his arms.
His eyes traced over Sirius’ dark eyebrows, slowly moving on to his high cheekbones that Remus loved so much.
He took in every single detail of their face, the freckle just above their left eyebrow, the small scar on the bridge of his nose, the long eyelashes fluttered slightly in their sleep.
Finally he allowed his gaze to fall upon Sirius’ lips. The pink lips that were slightly parted as they slept, the lips that had kissed Remus in a way that he was quite certain had altered his brain chemistry.
Those were the lips that had whispered ‘I love you’ against his skin, that had kissed his scars in a way that made him feel beautiful and wanted.
Remus was lost in thought until Sirius stirred. He didn’t open his eyes, he just sleepily grinned and whispered in a husky voice, “Are you watching me sleep Remus?”
“No I’m planning the perfect way to murder you,” Remus chuckled quietly, “because you are like a fucking hot water bottle with your legs wrapped around me.”
Sirius rolled over so he was nose to nose with Remus. “As a recall,” he said with a smug smirk, “you didn’t mind my legs being wrapped around you last night.”
Remus groaned and buried his head in the pillow. “You can’t deny it!” Sirius laughed, gently poking Remus’ cheek. “You love me, you love me, you lov-“
Remus had quickly rolled over so he was straddling Sirius’ waist, “Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes, “I love you.” But before Sirius could say anything else Remus shut them up with a bruising, messy kiss.
They lazily made out for a long time, until Sirius groaned and pulled away from Remus’ lips. “Ugh I have to go and get a glass of water, I’m so thirsty.”
Remus smirked to himself as Sirius walked away, finally being able to openly check out Sirius. Remus’ smirk turned into a grin as he threw himself back on the bed. Sirius fucking Black was in his bed. Sirius Black has kissed him like his life depended on it. Sirius loved him.
Remus was so lost in thought he didn’t notice Sirius walk back into the room until he felt a hand gently pat his thigh. “Shove over there Moony, I need some of the bed to myself,” Sirius said with a grin, as he placed his glass of water on the bedside table.
Remus groaned in pretend annoyance, but quickly made room for Sirius. Sirius flopped down dramatically, quickly nuzzling his head into the side of Remus’ neck.
“What are you do-“ Remus began to ask, but was quickly shut up by the feeling of Sirius’ teeth grazing lightly along his pulse point.
Despite everything in his body telling him not to, Remus pulled away from Sirius. “As much as I love this, trust me, I do,” Remus started, “I have work tomorrow and I can’t show up with a load of hickeys like a horny teenager!”
Sirius grinned, “First of all, we are all still horny teenagers until we are twenty five, and I stand by that logic,” Remus laughed as he threw up a middle finger into the air.
“And second,” Sirius said, grabbing Remus’ hand and pinning it above his head, “who said the hickeys need to be somewhere everyone can see?”
Remus’ laugh quickly turned into a sharp inhale, and soon after that his brain went blank.
An hour later Sirius was sitting at Remus’ kitchen island, mug of coffee in hand, as Remus whisked a bowl of pancake batter.
“I don’t do american fluffy pancakes, in this flat we do crepes!” Remus stated matter of factly as he poured a small amount of batter onto the pan.
“Well I appreciate your acknowledgement of my roots Moony,” Sirius laughed. Remus looked up from the pan with slight panic in his eyes.
“I fucking forgot you were french, right well these are going to taste like shit now compared to actual french crepes,” Remus said quickly, in a panicked tone.
Sirius laughed as he stood up and made his way to the stove top, he wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist and kissed him on the cheek. “Anything that you make me is perfect Remus, don’t panic about it.”
Remus smiled and turned around, “Just to clarify, you’re saying you will still love me even if I offend your heritage and completely fuck up the concept of crepes as a whole?”
Sirius averted his gaze, “I mean when you say it like that I’m not so sure-“
“Hey!” Remus exclaimed and lightly slapped Sirius’ arm, “I’m making you breakfast and you have the nerve to-“
Sirius quickly shut him up with a kiss. “I love you and your abomination of a crepe,” Sirius whispered against Remus’ lips.
The frying pan lay forgotten as Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck and wholeheartedly returned the kiss.
Two minutes later Remus pulled back, “Oh shit, the pancakes!” he exclaimed, he quickly flipped it but it was too late. The underside of the pancake was entirely burned.
Remus turned to Sirius, who was trying to stifle a laugh. “I blame you,” he said, with an overexaggerated huff, as he placed the pancake in the bin and poured out a new one.
“Moony you know I would’ve eaten the burnt one!” Sirius laughed and wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist again.
They laughed quietly against Remus’ skin, Remus shuddered and lightly pushed Sirius away. “Nope, you are too distracting, go back to your seat so I can make you pancakes that aren’t burnt!”
Sirius groaned but went back over to his seat smiling, he was sitting there for a minute when Minnie jumped up onto his knee.
She curled into a ball and began to purr loudly as Sirius scratched behind her ears. Sirius looked up triumphantly, “She likes me,” they whispered, scared they might startle her.
Remus just smiled and shook his head, a comfortable silence fell over them as Remus alternated between flipping pancakes and scrolling absentmindedly on his phone, and Sirius took at least 100 pictures of Minnie.
“What toppings do you like?” Remus asked, as a pile of pancakes sat before him, “Your options are, nutella, lemon and sugar, or golden syrup.”
Sirius thought for a moment before responding, “Ehhhh, I’ll have nutella please darling.” The room had gone silent, Sirius looked up at Remus, whose jaw had gone slack.
“I- I mean I can have something else if you want,” Sirius mumbled, “it’s not a big deal I’ll have the lemon and sug-“
“Did you just call me darling?” Remus asked, a light pink hue spreading across his cheeks.
“Yeah…. is that ok?” Sirius said quietly, unsure if he had upset Remus in some way. Remus smiled and ducked his head, “Yeah, it’s more than fine,” he mumbled, the light pink turning to a deep red.
A grin spread across Sirius’ face as they took out their phone. Remus gave him an inquisitive look to which he responded, “I’m adding this to my ‘Things I Know About Remus’ list.”
Remus just rolled his eyes, “You do not have a list,” he started, “…. Do you?”
Sirius turned their phone around to show Remus their phone, the notes app was opened on the screen. Remus could see the folder Sirius was in, which was labelled ‘Remus <3’. In it there appeared to be many different notes, including ‘Things I Know About Remus’ and ‘Future Dates to Take Moony On’.
“Future dates huh?” Remus laughed, placing the stack of pancakes in front of Sirius. Sirius shrugged, “What can I say, I’m an optimist.”
Remus gave them a quizzical look, “An optimist? How long have you had this folder?”
Sirius looked guiltily up at the ceiling and murmured something. “Sorry I didn’t quite catch that,” Remus laughed, now standing in front of Sirius’ chair.
“Since the first day I texted you,” Sirius sighed, still not meeting Remus’ gaze. Remus grinned and lightly pushed Sirius’ chair so it swivelled to face him.
He placed his hands on either side of Sirius’ face, automatically drawing small circles where his thumbs fell on Sirius’ jaw bone.
“Since the very first day?” Remus asked quietly. Sirius finally lifted their gaze to meet Remus’ eyes, Remus smirked and Sirius rolled their eyes.
“Shut up,” he said, and Remus promptly shut him up with a kiss. Sirius wasn’t sure how every time he has kissed Remus in the past twelve hours it has been earth shattering each and every time.
He was quite certain that his brain chemistry had been altered by the way that Remus would gently grab his hair as they kissed, pulling their lips closer together, even though they were already as close as possible.
Sirius sighed quietly into the kiss as Remus once again grabbed their hair. Remus laughed and pulled back slightly, “Don’t get carried away, we need to eat our pancakes before they get cold.”
Sirius grumbled but they couldn’t disguise the soft smile spread across their face.
They spent the remainder of the day just laying around Remus’ flat. They alternated between talking, reading, lazily making out, and napping.
Remus had assumed his usual spot in the window seat, reading a new book while Minnie and Sox purred quietly at his feet.
Sirius also read for a while, choosing one of Remus’ many books. However after a while he quietly got up and slowly padded to Remus’ room.
He fished inside his jacket pocket for the small sketchbook he brought with him everywhere. Not to sound like a conceited prick but he never did know when inspiration would strike.
Sirius grabbed a pencil from Remus’ desk and walked back to the living room, flopping down on the soft sofa.
Remus was entirely absorbed in his book, which allowed Sirius to sketch him without any objection.
He felt as if he could’ve drawn Remus with his eyes closed. He had privately memorised every inch of his face, the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, the slight bump on his nose from wearing glasses as a child.
Sirius had memorised these minute details, never truly believing they would be his to know.
But he had traced that jawline gently with his fingertips, feeling the slight stubble coming through. He had kissed those lips, learning every movement they made as they whispered words of love into the dark.
Remus has told him they were his, his lips to kiss, his jaw to trace, his hand to hold. Despite it all Sirius still couldn’t quite believe this was true.
Could you really love someone with your entire being, and they love you back with the same intensity?
But Remus has assured him, over and over, with kisses, and soft smiles, and fingers laced together, that he loved him both ferociously and gently. In the future arguments and soft apologies, he would love him.
Sirius remained lost in thought until Remus plopped on the sofa beside them. “Do I get to see what you’re drawing?” he asked with a grin.
Sirius hummed in mock uncertainty, “I’m not sure? What would it be worth?” Remus laughed and lightly hit him with a pillow, “Ehm excuse me it is worth my wonderful presence and delicious cooking.”
Sirius snapped the sketchbook shut, “Yeah, not sure if that’s enough, sounds like I could do better.”
Remus gasped and leapt forward, snatching the sketchbook from Sirius’ hands.
His triumphant smile softened into a loving gaze as he processed the drawing in his hands. He looked up at Sirius who, for all the confidence only moments ago, was now steadfast ignoring eye contact and stared bashfully at their fingernails.
Remus gently tilted Sirius’ chin up so they were looking at each other. “It’s beautiful Padfoot,” he whispered.
Sirius grinned, “Well it is a drawing of you, so the beauty was all on your part!”
Remus rolled their eyes, “Aaand you ruined it.”
They playfully squabbled until dinner time. The golden light of the setting sun shone in through the kitchen window as they made dinner together, dancing and laughing, radiating their own warm glow.
The domesticity of it all was something they had both dreamed of, and as Remus clumsily twirled Sirius around the kitchen, smiles lighting their faces, they both knew that it was something that would last forever.