Chapter three

Remus p.o.v

There's something, dragging me out from the darkness, but it's not dark anymore, it's light, and it doesn't feel so overpowering. It's a pressure, firm against my lips and I have no idea what it is and the curiosity of it all is dragging me into consciousness.

I blink awake, and see a forehead, and ebony curls and my immediate reaction is, 'this is a dream' but it's all so very real, even the whooping and cheering in the background. As well as the constant need for air. I wrench my head gasping but almost immediately there's a hand on my cheek dragging me back in and then the lips are back and what the fuck is going on right now?

"Go Sirius!" James yells in the background accompanied by a female's delighted laughter. Again I pull my face away and this time Sirius let's me go, he's staring down at me, his silver eyes wide and loving, directed at me. Only me. "W-what?" I ask, blinking at Sirius, what the hell did I miss?

"Where the hell am I? What happened? Sirius?" I question, struggling onto my elbows and almost bumping heads with a giggling Sirius. Wait-giggling Sirius. "Am I on drugs or something?" I ask blinking around at the all, my lips feeling bruised swollen. Sirius laughs, and strokes my forehead. I'm honestly contemplating the drugs thing. It seems the only logical answer right now.

"Mr. Lupin, I see that you're well." Dumbledore steps into the room, smiling knowingly, groaning I sink back into the pillows. "Definitely drugs then. " I mutter, ignoring the round of laughter, "What did Poppy give me?" I ask the room and no one seems to notice.

"I didn't give you anything you didn't need, Remus." Madame Pomfrey comes in through the door and catches the end of what I said, "I need to do tests to make sure but other than that I'm sure you're fine-"

"Poppy." Dumbledore says amused, not missing the way Sirius's hand rests on my shoulder protectively, "Maybe the tests should wait so we can get Mr Lupin, back to his dormitory, ah, as soon as possible. Get him settled in, don't you think? We can let Sirius Black explain the whole thing."

I'm so confused about the whole thing, Sirius kissing me, being in the infirmary, and-holy crap is that a tattoo on my chest?

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Sirius is lying opposite me in my bed, the curtains shut around us even though the dormitory's empty apart from us two. He's just finished telling me the whole story and most of it is coming back to me. "It was the hardest two weeks of my life, and then we mated and I was so happy." He admits, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. It makes my heart swirl in joy and I can practically feel it sticking itself back together.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, avoiding his eyes, he could do so much better than me, but now he's stuck with me. He could be with anyone at all, but now he's tied to me, if he leaves, I'll go insane without my mate. "You're only seventeen." Sirius cuddles closer and presses a kiss to my neck, I shudder when I feel his smile against my skin.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's all this apology rubbish about?" Sirius questions and I rub my cheek along his silky hair, wrapping my thin arms around his neck. "I love you, Remus. I'd never want anyone else. This is the happiest I've ever been. Please don't be sorry Moons." He skims his nose over my neck and I breathe out deeply.

"We're practically married though." I say quietly, wondering why I'm protesting this, do I really want Sirius to leave me? It seems like I'm trying to talk him out of being with me. I tilt my head towards him and he catches my drift, placing his lips against my own and moving softly. The pressure barely noticeable apart from the tiny consistent moving. I slide my fingers towards his ebony hair and tangle them in his hair, slipping my head to the right to deepen the kiss slightly.

Sirius moans softly against my lips and rolls on top of me and we pull apart, panting heavily and wide-eyed. His lips are puffy and a rosy blush has collected on his cheeks. "Remus..." He breathes quietly and I blink at him, unable to collect my thoughts. "Sirius?" I question, finally able to think of something to say.

He doesn't respond but he moves his head back down and oh-we're kissing again. It's like the waves of the ocean, gently dipping up and down, soft and shiver worthy. One of his hands is beside my head, keeping himself upright and the other is resting in my hip, creating swirling patterns in the dip. I close my eyes and give in, letting him take what he needs and what I'm willing to give. It's all fluid, and not at all awkward, Sirius kisses like someone with natural ability and too much practice, I know that I can't be much good, but Sirius doesn't seem to mind much and that's all I ask.

"You're adorable when you've just been snogged." He mumbles against my kiss-bruised lips and dazed I blink at him, "huh?" I manage, peeling my eyes open and he laughs, pulling away before diving back in for a multitude of pecks that I barely have time to respond to before he's pulling away.

"I love you, I'm so glad you're better." Padfoot says sincerely, grinning so genuinely my eyes well up as he trails his hand up to my collar bone and stroking the pad of his thumb over the swirling cursive permanently etched onto my skin.

"I love you too."The words feel so natural to me and it's a miracle I can get them out without stammering. My eyes are drawn to the place where the writing marring his otherwise unblemished skin is hidden under his pyjama shirt, in my own scrawling penmanship, "You're my mate."

I drag my eyes up to his gaze and try and convey to him everything I've ever felt for him, all the pain and the suffering, as well as the affection and the love no matter what he did because I would always, always forgive him. No matter what he did.

"Forever your mate." Sirius confirms, and then he kisses me, and it's a bit like jumping off a cliff, waiting for that moment when you hit the ground but in the meantime, you're flying with the birds, and everything is ridiculously fine.