The cab ride to Remus’ flat had been a tense one, but not for any bad reason.<br/>It had become clearer and clearer to Sirius as they rode that he just wanted to be completely alone with Remus. Thus, the entire cab had felt electric as they rode through London, Sirius torn between wanting to reach out for Remus and also knowing that he should wait.<br/>He had never felt a greater sense of freedom, than when the cab finally,<span style="font-style: italic">finally</span>, stopped in front of Remus’ building and they would be able to get out. Sirius gladly paid the driver and eagerly followed Remus into his flat.<br/>Once the door finally closed behind them, the flat fell eerily quiet. They were no longer touching and Sirius was aching to get to touch Remus again.<br/>Acting without thinking, feeling absolutely certain that they were on the same page, Sirius reached out for Remus again, hands clinging to the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders. He pulled him close and reached up to finally place a near desperate kiss to his lips.