Remus hastily typed out a reply to Teddy’s mum with one hand, pocketed his phone, and pulled Sirius onto the dance floor. They slipped through the crowd without a word, then sank into each other, chest to chest. Sirius’s hand slid up Remus’s back and their hips pressed together as they swayed in time to the music. They danced in silence, and Sirius’s body thrummed with powerful, desperate want as he remembered how Remus looked shirtless on the beach and the long, thin scar that cut across his chest and torso. It drove him mad knowing how close that scar was to his lips, knowing that it was pressed against him right now, separated only by two layers of thin fabric.