Jul 16
“Moony,” Sirius whispers to Remus in the middle of the night.
“Hm?” Remus hums, half-asleep.
“What d’you think about my hand?”
Sirius turns and shows Remus his left hand, illuminated by the soft glow of their nightlight.
“Your hand?” Remus asks, confused.
“Yeah,” Sirius wiggles his fingers. “Doesn’t it look a bit naked to you?”
“Naked?”
“Yeah,” he clicks his tongue, showing Remus his knuckles. “It feels too bare.”
“Huh?”
“I dunno,” Sirius throws him a cheeky smile. “Wouldn’t it look prettier… with a ring on this finger, maybe?” he whispers, wiggling the finger next to his pinky.
“Soon, baby,” Remus smiles, drawing him closer to him to kiss his hair. “Promise.”
