Similar to a dream I had last night, but different pairing. Wolfstar and Sirius using Remus's special cup that is *just for him*, damnit!
Oh Rosie, my dear, I just love this and I am so Remus in this!
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Remus walked into their tiny kitchen bleary-eyed, only managing a faint grunt and vague nod of his head towards Sirius who sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.
“Saved the crossword for us to do together, Moony.”
Grunting again in acknowledgement, Remus opened the cabinet over the coffee pot to grab his favorite mug and stopped for a moment, staring in confusion. He clearly remembered putting his mug in the cabinet after drying it the night before, but it wasn’t there. He rubbed his eyes, willing his brain to wake up more despite the lack of caffeine and looked through the cabinet once again but still his favorite mug was nowhere in sight.
He turned towards the stove and the sound of the kettle going off, managing a small, still-sleepy smile at his boyfriend for turning it on for him. The brief smile faded as he saw Sirius sip his coffee and set his mug down.
“Sirius…” Remus began, his voice hoarse. “Is that my mug?”
Sirius glanced down at the mug in question, noting the “I run solely on caffeine,sarcasm and inappropriate thoughts” written on the side and shrugged. “I guess it is. Sorry, love, I just grabbed the first mug I saw because I really needed some coffee. There’s other mugs in the cabinet.”
Closing his eyes briefly and gripping the chair in front of him, Remus tried to keep his annoyance out of his voice, but failed miserably. “That’s my mug though, in fact the one you bought me because you said it was hilarious and completely accurate for me.”
Sirius folded the newspaper on the table in front of him, his lips quirking into a grin. “Statement still holds true, Moonbeam.”
“Well I can’t run on caffeine if I can’t have any caffeine since you stole my mug!”
“You do realize there are at least four other mugs for you to drink tea out of in that cabinet don’t you?” Sirius raised an eyebrow, amused at his boyfriend’s annoyance.
Remus glared at him. “And yet none of them are the mug I want to drink my tea out of.”
Sirius bit his lip, trying to not outright laugh at how adorable he found Remus in that moment, still bleary-eyed from sleep, his tawny curls in wild disarray and wearing Sirius’ own Queen t-shirt over low-slung pajama bottoms. “You’re cute when you’re mad at me and wearing my clothes.”
“That’s another thing,” Remus ignored his comment. “Not only do you steal my mug, but that’s my jumper you’re wearing!”
“It’s warm and smells like you.” Sirius grinned, getting up and reaching behind Remus for another mug and quickly pouring his own coffee into it. “And again, you’re wearing my t-shirt.”
Remus watched Sirius wash and dry his mug and folded his arms across his chest petulantly. “That’s completely beside the point!”
Sirius chuckled as he finished drying Remus’ mug, placing a tea bag inside it and pouring hot water from the kettle over it. Letting the tea steep for a moment, he gently pushed his boyfriend into a chair and turned back to the counter, preparing Remus’ tea exactly as he liked it, three sugars and a dash of milk. He placed it in front of Remus, before sitting back down in his own chair and drinking more of his coffee out of the new mug.
He watched as Remus drank his tea, his green eyes closing blissfully for a moment with the first sip. “Better, Moony?”
Remus glanced at him bashfully, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Thanks, Pads.” He took another drink. “I just like my mug is all.”
“And I love my grumpy, Morning Moony.” Sirius teased, grinning as Remus rolled his eyes and continued to drink his tea. He leaned forward across the table, playfully waggling his eyebrows. “What do you say after you get the caffeine taken care of we start working on those inappropriate thoughts?”
Remus set his mug down, hand still clasped around it, and looked his boyfriend up and down, taking in his lean, muscled form in Remus’ maroon jumper, his long dark hair pulled up into a messy bun, and his grey eyes smoldering with mischief. He smirked and leaned back in his chair, “Oh I think I’ve already got a good start on that.”
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