Remus actually felt his soul leave his body the moment Sirius' hands were on his thighs. Even though he had invited the intimacy, nothing could have prepared him for just how Sirius was grinning at him. The flushed little giggles Remus had brought out of him had been thrilling and unexpected in their own right, but the challenge in Sirius' voice completely knoked Remus off his feet, wholly unprepared to hear it.<br/>In time with how Sirius' hands pushed up Remus' thighs, Remus felt the heat pool in the pit of his stomach. It was a dangerous place to be, Remus understood that, toeing around the exact boundary he had yesterday been unwilling to cross.<br/>Meeting the touch, Remus' hands trailed Sirius' arms, one hand settling at this bicep, the other at his elbow.<br/>"Anything," Remus admitted a clumsy reply to Sirius' question. It felt pointless for Sirius to<span style="font-style: italic">figure things out</span>, not able to think of a single thing he<span style="font-style: italic">didn't</span>want. It was a hard truth Remus had accepted yesterday, alone in his room, and though he wasn't certain he would ever manage to make his reply a reality, he knew it was the honest truth.<br/>Only then did the smile reappear, a flushed grin at his own expense, as his hand moved from Sirius' arm to his shoulder. "Everything."