As Remus’ hands reached Sirius’ ribs, he stalled to allow Sirius to pull the sweater off the rest of the way. Remus watched him with great interest, eyes dipping to the white cotton the knit exposed, skimming over the fabric in an attempt to judge whether or not it was Sirius’ only remaining layer. Despite the time they had already spent together, Remus still thought there was imagery left for him to explore, the shadows of black ink ghosting through the fabric.<br/>Fingers trailing across Sirius’ chest to the button line, Remus invited Sirius closer with a tug on the fabric, bridging the distance with a kiss that was ebbing over with anticipation.