"That would be because I am," he replied with a soft smirk. They would have to revisit that discussion later, the one that had caused the argument. But, just now, they had a rare day to spend in bed like they used to on Sundays and that was all he needed to be happy.
"Good." That smirk turned just a bit wicked. "When it's healed a little more," he said lowly, "I want to taste it again." He wasn't going to bite that area again until the bruising completed disappeared and it was well scarred. But, Remus harboured fantasies of running his tongue over the faint ridges of the scar forming. "I missed this, too. The night you visited, having you so close and finally talking, but not being able to touch you...that was torture."
Regulus' 'solution' to the problem brought a smile to Remus' face and he kissed the tip of Regulus' nose just before his lover pressed their foreheads together. "I am okay with it. Truly. Maybe surprising you would be a good idea. I like planning things to surprise you, especially if I know they'll please you this much."
The quiet admission filled Remus with warmth, not because Regulus felt badly, but because he could see the truth of what Regulus was saying, how much he cared. "I don't like seeing you hurt either. I hate thinking I might have been the one to hurt you, when I love you so much." He kissed Regulus again, softly, gently, a silent balm for both their bruised feelings. Chuckling as he pulled back just enough to look his lover in the eye, Remus shook his head. "No, we do not have to wait until the end of the war. And I might have something in mind until then, if you don't mind that being part of the surprise."
Ducking his head in order to tuck it comfortably into the crook of Regulus' neck, -- the better to hide his face from the following admission -- he shook his head once more. "I didn't mean you forgot the tattoo, but that you had forgotten I'm yours. For awhile it seemed like you were trying so hard to be mine, you forgot I'm yours. I would say you're mine and you would answer that you were. I would say I was yours and you would still answer that you were mine. When I misunderstood what you meant about discussing the tattoo later, I...I started to think you'd forgotten I belong to you as much as you belong to me."