"Merry Christmas, Moony," Sirius whispered in Remus’ ear.
It was six in the morning and Sirius had just slipped under the sheets with Remus, before Peter and James would wake up. He stroked his boyfriend’s cheek softly.
"Mowrning," Remus muttered sleepily, stretching to kiss Sirius on the mouth.
"It’s Christmas," Sirius whispered, contently snuggling his head under the werewolf’s chin. The werewolf made a sound that was almost like purring, and he contently wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s body.
Then there was the creaking of a bed and a yawn: James.
Remus jumped and Sirius his head snapped in the direction of the sound. A few seconds they waited and then Sirius whispered: “I’m sorry, Moony,” before changing to Padfoot, jumping from Remus’ bed to his own, to James’, to Peter’s and back to Remus’, continuing to run in circles at top speed, distracting James so it wasn’t clear to him anymore which bed he had actually come from in the first place.
"Happy Christmas to you too, Padfoot," laughed James.
"Happy Christmas!" squeeled Peter, who had been rudely woken up by a heavy dog landing on his rich stomach.
"Woof," barked Padfoot. He jumped on Remus’ bed and sat down on the boy’s lap.
"Umph, you’re much too heavy."
Sirius barked again and changed back, remaining seated on Remus’ lap.
James raised an eyebrow. “If I didn’t know better this would look kinda dodgy.”
Remus laughed and hugged his boyfriend from behind and rested his head on his back. “I love you,” he breathed in his ear. “Paddy can aaaaalways sit on my lap,” he said lovingly.
James and Peter laughed. “Enough hugging now, Moony. PRESENTS!”
And yes, presents there were. Peter looked happily at his and started to unwrap them. James’ pile of presents was even larger than Peter’s, but he was only interested in a particular one that looked a lot like a broomstick.
"A Nimbus 1005," he breathed when he was holding the broom.
"I’d like to ride your broom, Moony,” Sirius commented, and he winked.
James just rolled his eyes. “All I want for Christmas is a ride on this baby,” he gently stroked the broomstick, “with the wonderful Lily Evans. Sirius, would you stop looking at Moony like he is some wonderful Greek god or something? It is disturbing. I am trying to fantasise about Evans here, you’re ruining my view.”
Laughing, Sirius kissed Remus’ red cheek. “I can’t, Prongs. I have to give my boyfriend a Christmas kiss.”
Peter and James groaned in unison. Remus nodded. “Secretly Padfoot and I are having a big love relationship behind your back with a lot of snogging in empty corridors and classrooms.” Basically the truth. This earned him another kiss from Sirius.
“Mental images again, Rem!”
James looked at them with raised eyebrows. “Just unwrap your presents please, or I might vomit.”
Sirius whispered in Remus’ ear a few last encouraging words before hopping off the bed and starting to unwrap.
"You’ll get your real Christmas kiss this afternoon. And it’s gonna be a good one.”
happy happy Christmas everyone! HUGS AND BUTTERFLY KISSES TO ALL MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS x