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Remus groaned contentedly as the fog of sleep began to lift. He arched his back slightly, stretching his torso and tilting his head backwards, pressing it into his pillow. He licked his lips, slightly cracked from the cold night air, and rolled onto his side.

 

“Hey,” Sirius smiled sleepily. For a moment, Remus had forgotten: he had forgotten that it was Sirius’ body moulded against his own; forgotten it was Sirius’ breathing that tickled the back of his neck.

 

He had forgotten that it was Sirius in bed next to him.

 

With him.

 

“Hey,” Remus croaked in reply. And, as Sirius cupped Remus’ chin in his broad, flat hand, Remus could not believe that he had managed to temporarily forget something so perfect; so splendid.

 

Sirius sighed. “We’d better get going, I guess. Potions and all that…”

“Ssh,” Remus whispered suddenly. He held a slender finger to Sirius’ lips, “Not just yet.”

“But Moony, we really ought to…”

“Ssh,” Remus insisted. He inched closer to Sirius and, burying his hand in the maze of Sirius tangled hair he pressed his forehead to Sirius.’

“Not just yet,” Remus repeared: he wanted to hold onto this feeling, this moment, for as long as he could.

 

And to never forget: