Though they had come to share several kisses over the course of several days, none of them had ever been as public as this. Having only kisses in the safety of deserted, dim-lit side streets, the feeling of Sirius' lips so unabashedly against his threatened to made Remus' knees buckle, feeling as if he was free falling.<br/>Despite any expectations he might have had, Remus felt no urge to flinch away from the kiss. Instead, his fingers caught a hold of Sirius' belt loop, holding him close as he reciprocated the kiss, if only briefly.<br/>When Remus pulled away, his face was once again flushed, heart beating out of his chest. Fighting the instinct to glance around the room, all but his pinkie finger slipped out of the belt loop.<br/>"I promise," he said, a grin appearing onto his face. With a little tug, Remus boyishly emulated the gesture of a pinkie promise against the fabric of Sirius' jeans.<br/>Only moments after, Remus retrieved his hand. Not completely willingly, Remus took a backwards step out of Sirius' embrace. "I'll find us a table."