"Here you go," Sirius said as he placed his woolen shirt onto the ground of the air pocket they decided to sleep in.
He was now leaning over her shirtless, fumbling with the wool to make it the most comfortable that he could for his dear wife.
She could smell his scent wafting off of his chest as he leaned in close and quickly averted her eyes, "thank you." She said more nervously than she wanted to.
Her cheeks flushed a bit red, which was not missed at all by Sirius. He gulped. "You're welcome."
It had been such a long, intimate day, their lips had spent more time together than apart it seemed, and even though they were exhausted, they couldn't help feeling like some stress relief was tempting.
At least Saoirse thought so.
Sirius apologized for invading her space and went to lie down on the other end of the cave, no doubt to keep himself chaste, he turned into his beast, steam rising from his nostrils, and turned away from her.
