Title: Quiet Moments
Author: Kait
Rating: PG
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Sirius and Remus prepare for the Potters' wedding.
Notes: Written for Dawn (eternalkismet) with heartsandrainbows ^_^


Quiet Moments

"Where's James?"

Remus looked up from his wine and shrugged as Sirius took off his sopping overcoat and hung it on the back of his chair. "I have no idea. He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. You know. When you were supposed to be here. I was starting to think you had both stood me up." He gave Sirius a slightly irritated smile and poured him a glass of wine.

"Not like him to be late." Sirius did not look overly concerned about his best friend's absence.

"No. But Lily seemed rather frantic when she called. She probably roped him into trying to help her decide on wedding invitation colours. If it was bad... well, we'd know by now." Remus sipped his wine sedately, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

"Oh Merlin, I never would have guessed in a million years that James Potter was going to marry Lily Evans. I mean, she utterly loathed him for so long. And, me as the best man. Ha. I mean..." He trailed off as Remus fixed him with a curious gaze. Remus had the most expressive eyes. It was a shame, Sirius thought, that he kept them so guarded all of the time.

"You'll be a wonderful best man, Padfoot. You'll make lewd jokes and charm all of Lily's relatives and dance with every woman who will stand still long enough for you to offer." Sirius made a face and was rewarded with another one of those irritated smiles over the rim of Remus' wine glass. The werewolf rolled his eyes and poured himself some more wine.

"Dance?" Sirius said suddenly, his brain finally getting around its fixation on Remus' lips to hear his words. "Oh, bugger, I hate dancing. I'm so awful at it."

"I seem to remember a slightly different version of events than you do, dear," Remus said. His voice was quiet, mischievous. "I taught you how to waltz sixth year and you took to it rather well."

"Waltzing isn't what I'm talking about," Sirius said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I mean slow dancing. Romantic dancing." Remus raised a single eyebrow and Sirius scowled, still jealous of the trick he had tried his entire life to learn. "I hate it when you do that."

"I know."

"S'rather sexy."

"I know. And I think a waltz is quite romantic."

"Mm, than you haven't been properly romanced by Sirius Black now, have you?"

"Well," Remus said, frowning as if trying to remember something. "I do believe there was that time in sixth year. You know, when we spent all day in Hogsmeade and you bought me about two pounds of chocolate? We came back to an empty dorm and I do believe the candle light and wine and what followed could be considered 'being properly romanced'."

"Git."

Remus merely smiled.

"I need to romance you again." Sirius put his hand down firmly on the table, his eyes twinkling with the sense of mischief that he hadn't (much to his professors' disdain) ever grown out of. Remus cocked his head slightly to the side in question. "Stand up, Moony."

"Mr. Moony is not quite inclined to go along with anything Mr. Padfoot suggests in public after the last, ah, spaghetti incident."

"Mr. Padfoot would like to remind Mr. Moony that he apologized for that fiasco several times and was not allowed back into bed until Mr. Moony deemed him worthy. Mr. Padfoot believes that is punishment enough."

"Mr. Moony concedes." Remus stood up with a tiny smile. "But would like Mr. Padfoot to keep that punishment in mind as he goes through with whatever he has planned for this evening."

"Just a little dance, Moony, that's all." He held his hand out to Remus and pulled him close. "At least until we get home," he said with a mischievous wink. Remus rolled his eyes but allowed himself to fall into Sirius' grasp, swaying to the light strains of music filtering through the restaurant. He breathed in deeply, his nose tickled by wayward strands of Sirius' hair.

"You smell like my shampoo."

"Mm. Sorry, but that's what happens when I sleep in your bed every night."

"I wasn't complaining about it." The song changed and Sirius pulled Remus just a little bit closer, pressing their foreheads together. "Why do you get to lead?"

"Because if you lead then I'll just complain about not leading until it completely ruins the mood. Then you'll get snippy and it won't be romantic. If I lead, we skip all that middle part."

Remus didn't reply, preferring to close his eyes and brush his lips against Sirius'.

"See? Romantic." Sirius kissed Remus' forehead as the other man laid his head on Sirius' shoulder. "I would marry you if I could, Moony." Remus made a vague sound of assent. "I really would. To prove to you--"

"You don't need to prove anything to me, Sirius."

Silence.

They continued dancing for a long time.

.end.