A/N: Taking a swing at slash. Forgive me.
Disclaimer: On snap! I own Harry Potter? Why didn't anyone tell me?

When Sirius looked at Remus he felt significant. Like something about him mattered. Especially when he noticed him glancing back nervously, trying to see if he actually just caught Sirius staring at him across the room. Sirius would catch his eye's and grin, hoping he wouldn't break the contact the established. Of course, one of them eventually had to look away, but Sirius was still left feeling important.

When Sirius was next to Remus he noticed a bright light that seemed to swallow him alive. He felt like he was in the presence of royalty, of the gods. Elated and blessed. He would never tell anyone this, but he sat up straighter when he sat next to him.

When Sirius talked to Remus he knew he was being listened to. Remus would sit there with an almost grim look on his face, no matter what the subject, and for once in his life Sirius knew he was being taken seriously.

When Sirius held hands with Remus he was afraid he would fall. It made his whole world disintegrate; go completely out of whack. He couldn't walk when their hands were intertwined, because he was to afraid he would trip and stumble around, making an arse out of himself. Even when they were connected by a single finger under the table, Sirius had to grip the bench to keep himself from getting too dizzy.

When Sirius kissed Remus everything was warm. His blood was red, not Black. Sirius could put his hands in soft hair and press himself against a slight, gentle body and feel warmth spread from his lips down to his toes. He would allow himself a rare moment of fleeting heat and slip his tongue into his mouth.

When Sirius made love to Remus it was all sweat and skin and satisfaction. He felt whole; complete. It was a haze of white light, but as vivid as any day of his life. Every move he made had meaning. Every gasp, moan, sigh, whisper was answered, reciprocated, with the utmost care.

Remus' thin body arched against his touch with abandon and Sirius would whisper 'fuck' underneath his breath. Sirius knew he had to have died, because there was no way on earth that the beautiful young man moving under him could have said his name, screamed it, with such feeling. Sirius dipped back into him and closed his eyes, feeling warmth and dizziness with something else he couldn't name. Remus' hands wound their way up into Sirius' hair, pulling him closer and Sirius pressed a heavy kiss against a scarred shoulder. They would tremble and cry out together, eyes squeezed closed and lips searching for the other's, gasping with heavy breaths and letting out small noises of pleasure.

When Sirius was with Remus, he knew what love was.