Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.” Remus only hummed, eyes closed, head still resting on Sirius’s lap. A quick look down and Sirius could see that Remus was still playing with his ring. His engagement ring. Even if his proposal had gone wrong, it still made Sirius feel warm and happy at the sight of his ring on Remus’s finger. “It really wasn’t.”
“I know.”
“I mean it,” he insisted, and he could feel his blush returning.
“I know you do.” Remus turned and pressed a kiss to his stomach, too lazy and content to move from his comfortable spot. It pacified Sirius a little, but only a little.
“There were flowers.”
“Not wolfsbane, I hope.” Sirius flicked him on the ear.
“I had a speech.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“I didn’t mean to blurt it out.”
“I’m used to you speaking without thinking.” Sirius glared at him. He tried to be annoyed with him. He really did. But then Remus opened his eyes and grinned at him. Not one of his usual self-deprecating smiles, or a fake one, or a tired one. A genuinely happy one. He was a sucker for that smile.
“I’m just glad you said yes,” he admitted.
“Of course I said yes.” Remus reached up to run a thumb over his cheek. “I love you.” Sirius smiled and leaned into the touch. He leaned down to kiss him, soft, short little kisses, just wanting to feel Remus’s lips against his.
“We’re getting married,” he murmured against his lips, awe in his voice.
Remus grinned wider and kissed him again.