Remus was still smiling when Sirius' kissed him. Their relationship - whatever it might be or entail - had progressed so quickly, yet still not ever being close to quickly enough. Every single fiber of Remus' being felt electric with weeks of wound up anticipation after what felt like a life time of feigning composure around Sirius.<br/>Now that he had finally allowed himself to do se, Remus so easily gave in to Sirius' touch, smile lasting those first, giddy moments of instant, heart-stopping gratification. He found it impossible to believe that he had refused himself to indulge in Sirius' kisses for this long, especially when Sirius was kissing him with such eagerness.<br/>When Remus finally reciprocate the kiss, his hands too reached out for Sirius, needing to anchor himself in reality. Though his instinct was to hold Sirius as tightly as he could, in any way that he could, Remus' hand only barely caught Sirius' waist, fingers barely gripping at the fabric of Sirius' shirt.