Ray pauses for a moment, pondering your suggestion. Then, within moments, he’s scurrying out of the room, turning into the room immediately next door. After digging through Sirius's closet and prying a shirt off one of the hangers, Ray pulls it over his bare shoulders. He quickly buttons it up as he wanders back across the hall, then lifts the shirt up to his face. He takes a deep breath as he steps back into his bedroom, pausing as you stare at him with a puzzled look.

“What?” He crawls back onto the bed, crossing his legs beneath him as you begin to move out from under the covers. “I just took your advice.”

“I wasn’t serious. ” You hold out your arms, silently asking for a hug. Ray obliges, drawing you onto his lap. You tuck your head against his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

“But it wasn’t a bad idea. His shirts are comfy. I should do this more often.” He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “What do you think?”

You nuzzle closer to him, smiling wide. “I think it’s perfect. It smells like you and Sirius.”

“Does it now? I guess it would. I thought it would just smell like him.”

“What would?”

Ray and you tense up at the sound of Sirius’s voice, heads swiveling towards the door. Sirius stands there, frowning. As he steps into the room to return Ray’s laundry basket to the appropriate corner, he glances over at his significant others on the bed.

“... Is that one of my shirts?”

An embarrassed flush finally reaches Ray’s cheeks. “What if it is, old man? How can you even tell, anyway? We all get the same standard shirts!”

“In different sizes,” Sirius elaborates, coming over to the bed. He smiles as he lifts the long ends of the shirt. “This is clearly not yours. I’d say it’s a little too big for you.”

“Shut up. You took my last clean shirt, so I’m wearing yours instead.”

Sirius sighs as he wraps his arms about you both. “It’s your fault for having such a messy room that I can’t tell what’s clean and what’s dirty.”

“You should’ve checked with me, first! I have a system!”

“If I can’t tell what your system is, then the system doesn’t work. Besides, are you really that upset to be wearing my shirt?” Sirius tucks his head against Ray’s, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You look attractive in it.”

The rosy color on Ray’s cheeks darkens, spreading down his neck and up to his ears. He mutters something under his breath, unintelligible.

“Do you want to repeat that?”

“I said—” Ray turns his gaze towards Sirius, raising his voice — but his sentence is stopped by Sirius’s lips. Ray doesn’t waste a moment returning the kiss, tilting back to allow it to deepen for a few brief, blissful moments. You roll your eyes as they come apart. 

“You’re both so ridiculous.”

“Says the person who suggested I steal one of his shirts in the first place,” Ray counters, pressing a kiss against your forehead. 

“That was your idea?” Sirius’s smile grows as he leans down towards you. “And you didn’t think to get a shirt for yourself?”

“W-Well, I have my nightgown, and I didn’t think I had to get one—”

There’s a sudden lack of warmth as Ray leaves your collective embrace. He leaps off the bed and darts into the hall. He’s back within seconds, carrying another of Sirius’s shirts with him. Wordlessly, he holds it out.

“Quit stealing my shirts,” Sirius says as he turns you about in his arms. “They aren’t yours.”

“Our vows said that we would keep no secrets and share everything with one another.”

“Don’t you start applying our wedding vows to something as ridiculous as this.”

You begin to laugh at their exchange, but suddenly realize that Sirius’s arms are moving down while you are distracted. They find the hem of your nightgown easily, and you slam your hands down against the fabric in retaliation.

“Hey!”

“Do you not want to try wearing one, too?” Sirius’s lips brush against your ear. “Ray was kind enough to steal one for you.”

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t have gone in there and done the same if I’d suggested it.” Ray hops onto the bed again, grinning. “Let’s go, try it on.”

You squirm in Sirius’s grasp, laughing despite yourself. “You two, hang on! I don’t need to wear it, and I can do it myself—!”

“Hey! Where have you three been? ”

A new voice at the door makes the three of you freeze, everyone falling silent. When you all work up the courage to see who it is, you find Seth — arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently.

“You’re all late for breakfast! Don’t we have chores to do today? Let’s get going! I refuse to let you all stay in and hog Alice for yourself!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ray says nonchalantly, sliding off the bed. “Since when did you lay claim to spending time with our wife?”

“Since now! Because we do chores together in this army, and she’s the one that folds laundry with me! So get out of bed and get to breakfast!”

You finally break out of Sirius’s hold, hopping off the bed. “Breakfast sounds great. C’mon, Ray. We really need to do laundry today, for your sake. You can’t keep wearing Sirius’s shirts.”

“I’m with her. I would prefer if you didn’t.” Sirius comes up behind you. “So let’s get going.”

Ray opens his mouth to say something, but thinks better of it. Instead, his gaze drops to the shirt still in his grasp, and the one he’s still wearing. “Fine.”

Sirius bends down suddenly, whispering into Ray’s ear.

“I’ll let you steal another one later.”