Remus almost toppled over when Sirius' left his side. Part of it was the way the too-soft mattress dipped beneath Sirius' weight; most of it was the way Remus inadvertently had leaned into the kiss, trying to prolong it as much as possible. When Sirius finally moved so far out of reach that it threatened Remus' balance, he exhaled in soft annoyance.<br/>"What's the rush to get back?" he asked, the exhaustion in his voice doing a poor job of drowning out the coy tease of his words. Neither did his gaze, as he, despite any sense of drowsiness, watched Sirius' dress with great interest.<br/>Sirius was truly a work of art; despite the war, Remus could still tell that Sirius was in his prime  - in a way Remus would never be. Struck with a nagging feeling of doubt, he suddenly regretted ever having suggested they left the safe haven of his -<span style="font-style: italic">their</span>- bed.<br/>Still having made no move to get up himself, Remus managed a weighted: "Are you really that hungry?"