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Title: That Music Kindly Bids Us Wake
Author:

medicinal_mirth
Written for:

radiobroadcast
Rating: R (to be safe)
Summary and/or Prompt: A Christmas morning-after isn't as idyllic as Sirius' expectations.
Any other random notes, warnings, etc.: Nudity in passing, references to sexual activity, cursing. Beta'd graciously by

luzdeestrellas. Title stolen from Music on Christmas Morning by Anne Bronte.

That Music Kindly Bids Us Wake

Crash!

"Shit!"

Sirius wasn't sure if the clatter or the cursing had woken him, but he was sure that it was far too early for anyone to be clattering or cursing. Or awake, for that matter.

He rolled over and blearily glanced at the other side of the bed. He'd hoped to find Remus still beside him, but no such luck. A would-be kitchen burglar would have been much easier to deal with than–

Slam!

"Ow! Fucking hell!"

That.

Sirius hadn't considered this as a possible outcome of last night's unexpected – yet entirely welcome – turn of events. Honestly, he'd thought Santa had simply decided he'd been a very good boy after all, and had given him an easy-to-unwrap Remus as a present.

Throwing back the blankets, he was pleased to find the air in the flat nice and toasty, despite the fact that grey light was just beginning to seep in through the window. He quickly used the loo, then walked into the kitchen, yawning and scrubbing sleep from his eyes. He could hear Remus muttering, which he supposed was better than yelling.

"How am I supposed to make... doesn't even have a proper–"

"A proper what?" Sirius asked, surprising Remus enough that he nearly fell into the refrigerator, where he'd apparently been rummaging about.

Remus recovered nicely, however, slamming the door shut and clearing his throat loudly. He was wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms – Sirius' pajama bottoms – and so the mark Sirius' mouth had left just above his left nipple demanded a certain amount of attention.

Remus didn't blush, but he defensively crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You have nothing."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You don't even have any eggs. It's Christmas morning and there are no eggs for breakfast. It's not like I can skip down to the shops–"

"Skip?"

"–and buy eggs on Christmas morning. Everything's closed and we're going to have to eat toast for breakfast, which wouldn't be so bad except you don't have any jam either! I can not stand dry toast with no jam and – and – you're naked."

"Went to bed that way."

"Right."

Remus averted his eyes from Sirius' naked body, which was ridiculous considering his hands and mouth had been all over it last night. But Sirius really didn't want Remus to feel awkward about any of this; he didn't want this most exceptional Christmas gift to turn out to be a lump of coal.

"Remus, don't worry about breakfast. Even if the shops were open today, they wouldn't be open now, not at this ungodly hour of the morning. Besides, I have biscuits. Butter lemon biscuits."

Remus perked up a bit and actually looked him in the eye. "Butter lemon?"

"Yes," Sirius nodded. "And marzipan. The sort of thing we can eat in bed, Remus. In bed, where civilized people are still happily ensconced."

Remus looked nervous again, and that simply wouldn't do, because it was making Sirius nervous and ... Bloody hell.

Already naked in his own kitchen and convinced things couldn't possibly get any more awkward, Sirius quickly closed the distance, pulled Remus close, and kissed him. He kissed him hard at first, immediately pushing his tongue past Remus' lips while threading fingers through his hair, in case Remus tried to pull away. But Remus didn't, started kissing back instead, so Sirius relaxed and slowed the kiss, slowed his tongue and allowed his hand to wander from Remus' hair down his neck, until both his hands were caressing a path up and down his bare back.

Only when he finally felt Remus wrap his arms around his waist did he feel secure enough to break the kiss and breathe. "Merry Christmas, Remus."

"Merry Christmas. Sorry I was an idiot for eggs and woke you up."

"You? An idiot? Banging about the flat at this hour of the morning over breakfast? By the time we leave James and Lily's tonight we won't want to eat again for a week."

Remus laughed and pulled Sirius a little bit closer. "Yes, that's true, but that's not what I meant. I meant last night... and this morning. I mean–"

Sirius silenced him with another kiss -- this one almost chaste, though, just slow and gentle. "Merry Christmas, Remus."

"You said that already."

"And I'll keep saying it until you get your arse back into bed. With me."

Remus looked uncertain for a moment, but then his eyes lit up and he smiled. "And... the biscuits?"

Sirius rolled his eyes and laughed. "I feel I should be insulted that it's the biscuits that get you back into my bed, but I suppose I'll take what I can get."

He released Remus and turned toward the cupboard to get the tin when Remus grabbed his hand.

"It's not really the biscuits, you know."

Sirius knew that, he really did. But to hear Remus say it, he couldn't help but sigh with relief anyway.

"I should hope not."

Remus eyed him from top to naked bottom and back up again. "Not just the biscuits, anyway."

Remus walked out of the kitchen, leaving Sirius warm and tingly and...

"The hell with the biscuits!" Sirius decided as he followed Remus back into the bedroom.

END