Oh, that is truly lovely! You capture that luscious moment between waking and sleeping so very well. That's one of my favorite things, too, for the world just feels so "right."

And this was beautiful: "Please." With a mournful sigh, Sirius nestles against Remus' neck. His lips lying flush against that part of Remus, he mouths inaudible words. In the momentary flicker of Sirius' tongue over skin, Remus ascertains the unmistakable shape of an "L" written in faint saliva and he knows that Sirius' words need not be audible – need not be shared with the naked light of a new day, harsh and meagre – for him to understand that which he speaks, and feels.

***sighs***