Remus only reluctantly let go of Severus, then rolled over enough to watch the man crawl over the bed. And what a very delicious sight that was. He might not be a teenager anymore, but it was still stirring.
Watching Severus and listening to his words was a little bit like Christmas morning, slowly unwrapping a gift you'd waited for all year and now relishing every crinkle of the paper, every loop of the ribbon, just to make the joy of 'opening' it last longer. And then finally seeing more and more of the gift, as it was revealed until it was all there, openly presented to you.
Like Severus was all there, openly presented to him. Remus heard very clearly the half unfinished word, and also understood fully why Severus couldn't complete it yet. The emotion was still there, he knew. The love, or at least the beginnings of love.
And he could do nothing but give this to Severus and follow the pull of his voice and eyes, and return the feelings he heard and saw.
Remus rolled up on all fours and made his way into Severus' arms, smiling softly and happily as he let himself settle in against the man, sliding his arms around the too thin body. "There's nothing I want more, Severus, than being here and sleeping with you."
Loving you... if you'll let me. A thought so clear in his head, he wondered if not he'd said that out loud.