Remus grinned into the kisses, bubbling over with happiness. Even having entertained the thought of marriage, when they had never even<span style="font-style: italic">dated</span>, had felt immensely bold to Remus. What Remus had finally done was allowing himself to indulge. Sirius had before Remus' departure challenged Remus' unwillingness to receive any expressions of love. Remus had, in fact, seemed haunted by that proclamation, fearing that their demise would come far before he got a chance to properly indulge in Sirius' love.<br/>So, Remus had returned with the intention of doing just that.<br/>Carding both hands through Sirius' hair, Remus cupped Sirius' temples, thumbs resting against the angle of Sirius' jaw. It allowed Remus to steady the sprinkling of kisses, in order to instead meet Sirius' lips in a centered kiss.<br/>Remus' grip in Sirius' hair, though not tight, begged Sirius to keep close, even when Remus' smile inevitably returned. Though it was far from proper, Remus had every intention of referring to Sirius as his husband - both mentally and out loud, and suddenly it all seemed to silly to even maintain a kiss.<br/>When Remus' grip finally relaxed, allowing them both to lean out of the kiss, Remus finally looked his age. A boyish grin had appeared across his lips, puffy with several kisses, and the color had seemed to return to his cheeks.<br/>"Take off your coat," Remus urged, almost a chuckle, in the same instance that his hands abruptly left Sirius' hair. Mirroring his words, Remus himself shrugged his coat off his shoulders; more than urgency, his movements were rushed with transparent excitement.