Morning's Glory
Before opening his eyes, Sirius heaved a sigh as he came round. He let the sunlight bathe his eyelids as he mentally shook himself awake. He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the blaring brightness as he did so. Sirius watched the ceiling while he contemplated what day it was and whether he should actually be rushing to get ready. As he woke properly, he became aware of a presence beside him in his bed. He wearily turned his head to see Remus, laying on his front with his nose in a novel. Sirius smiled privately, enjoying his observations. He shifted himself gently onto his side so he was facing Remus. He tenderly traced the patterns of freckles on Remus’ shirtless back, gaining immediate joy from the contact. Sirius watched as a smile crept over Remus’ face. Remus paused his reading to look at Sirius.
‘Good Morning’
‘Morning.’ Sirius grinned at him. Remus grinned back, and leaned across to plant a kiss on Sirius’ lips. They looked at each other for a few seconds, an atmosphere almost electric passing between them, and Remus turned back to his book. Sirius replaced his hand on Remus’ back and gently rubbed it as he yawned.
‘Remus?’
‘Yes?’
‘What day is it today?’
‘It’s Thursday.’
‘... Shit’
Sirius rolled over and tumbled out of bed, hurriedly pulling on socks and trousers. Remus watched him as he buttoned his shirt up incorrectly and couldn’t help but laugh. Sirius paused in his dressing.
‘What?’ Sirius demanded.
‘It's not actually Thursday, Sirius’
‘What day is it then?’
‘Sunday.’
Sirius stared blankly at Remus for a moment, before a lopsided grin appeared on his face. He stepped backwards a few steps and readied himself. A look of realisation appeared on Remus’ face.
‘Sirius, No! No. Sirius!’
Sirius took a run up and dove onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Remus. Remus laughed weakly, buried under Sirius somewhere. Sirius put his mouth to Remus’ ear and whispered; ‘That’s better. More time here.’