The Taste of VanillaSirius always loved waking up in the morning, it was the only time he had with Remus before he had to rush off to work.
He really loved it after Remus had his first cup of coffee; it always left the taste of vanilla on his lips.
Oh how he loved that taste, mixed with the bitterness of Remus’s scent and faint taste of chocolate.
With a groan Sirius pushed himself up from the bed and looked over at Remus still curled up beneath the warm sheets.
“Love, it’s time to get up,” He spoke softly leaning over Remus, planting a kiss to his brow.
Remus rolled over onto his side causing himself to brush up against Sirius’ bare chest.
“Morning, lov',” Sirius smiled down at him.
Remus blinked his eyes open and looked up at Sirius, smiling in return.
“Morning.” He said cheerfully, slipping his arm around Sirius’ waist as he moved closer to him beneath the sheets.
“Sleep well?” Sirius chuckled sliding his arms around Remus’ n