An: TangerineFields asked me to write a fic based around this quote: "if love means something then there's always maybe". Here is the resultant fic. Enjoy.

Maybe

"That is a fucking weird quote Moons," Sirius said, gesturing with his half full mug.

They were in their kitchen in their tiny house in Balham; Remus leaning against a counter as he sipped his tea, Sirius standing in front of the fridge, studying the collection of quotes, postcards and magnets that adorned it.

"Which one?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow, not moving from his perch.

"That one," Sirius replied, pointing. He ran a hand through his long hair, pushing it away from his face, even though it would just fall back in a few minutes.

Remus held up his mug, and watched Sirius over the top of it. "I can't read it from here, can I?" he pointed out, before downing the rest of his tea, and placing the mug on the counter. He crossed to stand by Sirius and gazed at the fridge. "Which one?"

"That one," Sirius repeated, touching a crisp postcard with the words 'if love means something, then there's always maybe' typed on it in red ink. "Don't remember it."
Remus frowned slightly, gazing at the card that was attached to the fridge by a magnet in the shape of a donkey. "I don't either," he admitted, slipping his hand into Sirius'. "Maybe someone gave it us, and we just forgot."

Sirius shook his head. "It's weird though," he murmured. "If love means something…" He trailed off, sipping from his mug. "If love means something, it should be definite," he said, glancing at Remus. "It shouldn't be fucking maybe. Maybe is as far from love as you can get."

"S'bit deep for nine in the morning, isn't it?" Remus asked a half-smile forming on his lips.

Sirius shook his head and turned to kiss his lover. "Love is definite," he breathed, not moving back. "And you know I do, right?"

Remus nodded, resting his forehead on Sirius'. "I do too. Definitely."