As the door finally closed behind them and darkness fell upon them, Sirius found that he had no idea which leg to stand on.<br/>After they had returned to the dinner, Sirius had found himself constantly drawn to Remus, withdrawing himself from the conversation, because he knew that he would have nothing intelligent to offer. Instead he had managed to busy his hands with the wine, which was now getting to his head, making the room spin slightly and leaving Remus as the only thing properly in focus.<br/>Sirius had no idea when he had moved, unable to deny the itch that had remained in his fingers ever since they had had to move apart, but suddenly he had found his hands on Remus’ neck, pulling him down slightly and stretching up to press a starved kiss to his lips; kissing him as if it had been months and not mere hours since they had last kissed.