An: Tangerinefields challenged me to write a fic with the promts: "Remus and Sirius – coffee for two, post Azkaban. Happy." And those of you who've read 'Watching You Walk Away' will know I've already written a fic that fulfils all of those requirements, except the coffee part and the happy part. And it's the happy part that is the hard one. Anyways, this is my attempt. Enjoy.

Coffee for Two

It was pouring down with rain when Remus pushed through the door of the tiny café on the outskirts of Newcastle. He shook his head, sending droplets of water flying over the coats that were hung up by the door. He glanced round the room, after hanging up his coat, spotting his intended companion; the reason he was so far away from home. A dark-haired man grinned and mock saluted, as Remus made his way over to the battered table that was tucked away in the far corner.

"Hi." Sirius smiled warmly as Remus sank into the rickety chair opposite him.

"S'raining," Remus informed him.

"I saw." Sirius couldn't keep the grin from his face, despite the weather. "I ordered coffee for both of us." He paused before hurriedly asking, "Is that okay?"

"Yeah. I quite like it now." Remus smiled at Sirius' shocked expression. "I mean, it needs at least four sugars to be palatable, but I can manage."

Sirius beamed. "I knew you'd come round to my way of thinking." He reached across the table to take Remus' hand. "About lots of things."

Remus blushed slightly. "Well, not everything." He shot Sirius a grin. "I still don't smoke."

"I made a promise to introduce you to all kinds of vice, Moons," Sirius said, the familiar nickname said in joy now that they were back to being them again. Back to being Padfoot and Moony. Sirius and Remus. "I don't think merely getting you to drink coffee fulfils my vow."

"What about sex?" Remus asked, simultaneously managing not to blush and meet Sirius' gaze. "I'm fairly sure some of what we did counts as vice of the lowest kind."

Sirius laughed, tightening his grip on his refound lover's hand. "It was only the beginning. There's still a whole list to work through."

"There's a list?" Remus commented, arching an eyebrow. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Yes, dearest Moony," Sirius said, lowering his voice. "And next on the list, is very definitely snogging in a tiny Geordie café."

"Really?" Remus seemed nonchalant, until Sirius noticed the glint in his eyes. "And what happens if I refuse?"

"Oh terrible things," Sirius assured him. "Punishment, torture. All that kinky stuff you're into."

"Well, we wouldn't want that to cast a blight on our relationship," Remus sighed. "I suppose there's nothing for it." And he leaned across the small table to kiss the snarky remark right out of Sirius' brain.