When Sirius leaned in to reciprocate the kiss, Remus' hands were quick to leave Sirius' face, freeing the space his arms had occupied between them. Knowing there to be a better use of the space, Remus instead wrapped both arms around the small of Sirius' back, pulling him closer into the embrace.<br/>Though there was hardly a significant height difference between them, Remus' grip still urged Sirius to meet the kiss at Remus' height.<br/>Their coats no longer between them, Sirius once again felt warm and familiar in Remus' arms. It was dizzying, his fingers digging into the soft skin on Sirius' waist.<br/>With his heart in his throat, Remus broke the kiss, barely leaning out of its proximity.<br/>For a moment, Remus' grip of reality had slipped, almost forgetting they were embracing in the narrow entryway of his war-time flat. The war and the camps had devoured any sense of normalcy and time itself. Remus had realized his new understanding of time solely consisted of days spent with or without Sirius.<br/>Remus' breathless, parted lips finally gave way for a smile. He couldn't contain it, incapable of processing the rarity of a new marker in his crude concept of time - their wedding day.<br/>"I love you," Remus muttered, only inches away from Sirius' lips, as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Sirius' mouth.<br/>The grin was audible in his voice, as he added an airy: "Thank you for humoring me with this."