FIC: Misunderstandings (1/1)
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leashy_bebesTitle: Misunderstandings (1/1)
Rating: PG-13 possibly? Mainly for language as opposed to naughtiness.
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, James/Lily
Summary: Three weeks this has been going on, and Remus is thoroughly fed up with it all. Three weeks since Sirius had stepped in close and kissed him, waking up all sorts of feelings that Remus thought he had buried at the age of fifteen.
Notes: No beta, so all mistakes are my fault
Disclaimer: Not mine, JKR's.Although she obviously doesn't love them much. DAMN YOU, CANON
Words: 2500ish
Peter is asleep, James is off somewhere with Lily, and Sirius is presumably busily being anywhere Remus is not - again. Remus shoulders deeper into his mattress, stubbornly focusing his eyes on the book in front of him, refusing to get drawn into the thoughts. None of it was his fault, and that's the maddening part. Remus is usually good at accepting blame, often more than his fair share, but in this case, he's completely sure that Sirius has the problem.
"Sirius is a problem, and I am not thinking about this anymore," he breathes into the quiet air of the dorm. He feels absurd, but slightly better than he had. Thoughts of Sirius and what, why, who, not fair batter persistently at Remus' mind though, and he sets his book aside with a sigh. He's obviously not going to get any rest this way. So he stares up at the hangings around his bed with his hands laced behind his head. Part of him is harbouring a nagging suspicion, and it's making him more and more angry. Remus has often wished he was the type of person who could explode in anger. He has done a couple of times, but explosions don't achieve anything. Not when they come from him, at least. Sirius' tantrums are legendary, and highly effective.
All down to breeding, Remus supposes, and he's not the type to explode. He's the type to nod and smile and just accept. Only...it's not fair. Remus knows all too well that this is one of the most useless phrases in the English language. What can you say in response? 'No, it's not.' And that helps enormously, of course, Remus reflects bitterly. He hates the fact that he is being so mature, and Sirius is acting like such a brat. It's nothing overt, but he makes excuses to be away from Remus, and when they do spend time together, Sirius barely speaks, spending most of his time staring off into the middle distance.
Three weeks this has been going on, and Remus is thoroughly fed up with it all. Three weeks since Lily had shocked them all and suggested a party in the Room of Requirement, along with Firewhisky smuggled in from Hogsmeade. Three weeks since Sirius had decided to get utterly sloshed and corner Remus on the way back to the dorm. Three weeks since Sirius had stepped in close and kissed him, waking up all sorts of feelings that Remus thought he had buried at the age of fifteen.
Remus had been drunk enough to kiss back, but sober enough to move in a few moments and start to ask a question. A sound from around the corner had prompted Sirius to reel away. Lily and James passed them. James' arm was around Lily's shoulders, though whether out of affection or a need for support, it was hard to say. He was telling Lily that he would love her until he died, and didn't appear to notice his friends at all. Lily had grinned at Remus, and beneath the expression of amused annoyance, he could see that she was touched by James' declarations.
"Forever an' ever," had echoed back round the corner as they went on. Remus had looked at Sirius who was staring after Lily and James with a pained expression on his face. When he had looked around though, Sirius had just smiled and nodded after Lily and James.
"Let's go," he had said.
And Remus, thoroughly confused, had followed Sirius down the corridor.
He wishes now that he hadn't, that he'd asked the question then - why did you do that? - instead of forming his own conclusions because his own conclusions are not good. Sirius hasn't mentioned it since, and at first, Remus had wondered if he'd forgotten altogether. But this strangeness, this quiet sulkiness... Since James finally managed to get Lily to agree to go out with him, Remus and Sirius have grown closer, just by default, and this silence is not usual between them. If Sirius does remember, he obviously doesn't want to talk about it, so Remus has tried to let it go.
Even though he really doesn't want to. Really doesn't want to, because it's Sirius, for crying out loud. Not only ridiculously good looking, but his best friend, and aside from purloined copies of James' Quidditch Monthly, the first person to turn him on. He can still remember the feelings, the mix of illicit joy and sick, shaky shame, when Sirius would lean across him or punch his leg. Until recently, he's been able to laugh at his fifteen year old self, his awkward behaviour and tongue-tied incomprehensibility. Now though, he's starting to feel a bit like a fifteen year old again. Because kissing Sirius was nothing like he'd imagined. It wasn't even anything like kissing Davey, a muggle boy he knew at home. It was so much better. Because you care about him, his mind supplies insistently, and much as he wants to ignore it, he knows it's true.
He wants it again, but more than that, he wants it to mean something to Sirius. And it obviously doesn't, and Remus wonders if that's the real problem. Here he is turning events over and over in his head, and Sirius hasn't so much as mentioned it. At the back of his mind, Remus knows that he hasn't mentioned it either. But, he reasons to himself, Sirius was the one who initiated the kiss, so he should be the one to initiate the talk.
Just as he starts to reflect on just how unlikely it is that Sirius will ever mention the kiss again in their lives, Remus hears the door to the dormitory open. The footsteps cross to James' bed, but Remus is almost sure that it's actually Sirius. Sure enough, after several brief noises outside, there's a familiar cough from just beyond Remus' bed hangings. He sits up and pulls the curtain apart. Sirius is standing there looking awkward, James' invisibility cloak a silvery bundle in his right fist.
"Does James know you have that?" is the first thing that comes out of Remus' mouth.
"He won't mind," Sirius says distractedly. "I need to speak to you."
"Alright." Remus leans back on his hands and raises his eyebrows.
"Not here," Sirius protests.
"Where, then?"
"Will you come with me?"
Remus wants to say no, because Sirius has been such a difficult bastard for the last few weeks, surely it's Remus' turn to be a pain in the neck now?
"Please?" Sirius adds.
'Please', 'thank you', 'sorry' - all the common niceties, some of the most frequently occurring utterances in the English language, and Remus thinks that if he tries really hard, he could probably total up the number of times Sirius has said any of those words to him in their whole friendship.
"Alright," Remus nods, pulling on a worn brown jumper over his shirt and shoving his feet into a pair of comfortably battered shoes.
**
"Where - ow! Idiot - Where are we going? Sirius, slow down!" Remus protests, struggling with the invisibility cloak.
"Keep up, stupid," Sirius says, glancing over his shoulder at Remus and grinning in the dim light.
Although part of him is just glad that Sirius is smiling at him again, Remus snaps back, "In case you hadn't noticed, it's been a long time since we used the cloak together."
"Meaning?"
They come to a pause in the corridor, the light of a nearby torch flickering through the cloak.
"Meaning we've grown, so you need to walk slower unless we want people to see disembodied limbs floating about," Remus points out.
"Me and James manage," Sirius says. Remus frowns momentarily. By the end of that brief sentence, Sirius sounded like he wished he'd never opened his mouth.
"Well, you have no respect for boundaries," Remus says airily. "Where are we going, anyway?"
"Lake," Sirius says shortly. He starts walking again, and Remus has to hurry to keep up.
"Why?" Remus whispers.
"We just are," Sirius says tightly. His back looks tense and his hand is gripping the cloak tightly. Remus rolls his eyes and concentrates on keeping the cloak in place.
***
"Well?" Remus asks when they finally shrug off the cloak in the darkness of the school grounds.
"When we get there," Sirius says implacably.
"For the love of..."
"Please, Remus?"
"Fine," Remus relents. Two 'please's in one night. He hardly knows what to think. Maybe, he suggests to himself somewhat uncharitably, Sirius is ill.
They walk the short distance to the lake in silence and sit down on its bank. There is no moon tonight, and twin constellations blaze in the sky and the water. Remus turns to look at Sirius, who is staring out into the darkness and frowning slightly, his fingers playing idly with the grass at his side. "Sirius?"
"Yeah," Sirius says briefly, shaking himself. "I'm just...not sure what to say. Right. I got a letter from a solicitor the other day, and it made me think - "
"A solicitor?" Remus can't help but interrupt. "What have you been up to now?"
"Ha-bloody-ha," Sirius says dryly, nudging Remus. "It's - just official disownment, but that's not important."
"I thought..."
"Yeah, well, we had the wailing melodrama, and 'you're no son of mine', and a smack in the face and the moonlit flit, but that's just the dramatics." Sirius trails off briefly. "Good on drama, purebloods, but they like to do things by the book, as well. What book exactly, I can't imagine, but hey..."
"Why now?" Remus asks.
"To be honest, I've been wondering that too." The stars cast enough light that Remus can see the frown on Sirius' face deepen. "These papers make Regulus the heir. I dread to think why the House of Black might need an heir any time soon. No, bugger, that's not - I didn't want to talk about this."
"What, then?" Remus asks, puzzled.
"How can you be so...?" Sirius explodes, but gets a grip on himself. "I miss you, Remus."
"What are you on about? I'm right - "
"Don't pretend to be stupid, because we all know you're not," Sirius snaps. "We haven't been right for weeks. Is this because - y'know?"
"'Y'know?'" Remus asks coolly.
"Well. That I - we, erm - "
"If you can't even say it, I don't think we should discuss it," Remus says in the same distant voice.
"Fine," Sirius says evenly. "Do you have your knickers in a twist because I kissed you, or is it because you kissed back?"
Remus looks at Sirius with wide eyes. Sirius' arms are folded over his chest, his jaw is set, and he is staring out over the lake.
"You think - I can't - you are ridiculous," Remus manages. "Maybe I've got my knickers in a twist because of why you kissed me, you idiot."
"Why I - ?" Sirius starts, mystified.
"What was it?" Remus asks, back to that cool, collected voice. "Curiosity or sympathy?"
"Sympathy? Sympathy?" Sirius splutters.
"No? Curiosity, then," Remus nods, and gets to his feet. Sirius scrambles up and grabs Remus' arm before dropping it again.
"What are you talking about?" Sirius asks, fighting to keep his temper.
"It doesn't matter," Remus says flatly, staring over Sirius' shoulder.
"It matters to me," Sirius says forcefully. "Listen, that letter... it made me think. I can...if anything had happened to the old man, I would have been sucked back into it. Binding laws and all that crap. But now. I can do anything, Remus. I'm totally my own person, and what I want to do is be around you, but I can't do it like this."
"Like what?"
"With all this...this! Just tell me what I did wrong."
"Nothing," Remus sighs, closing his eyes in defeat.
"Come on. Please."
Three times, Remus thinks. He must be desperate.
"Why are you acting like this?" Sirius asks, folding his arms across his chest again.
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Wha - ? Why do you think, idiot? I - I like you."
"You 'like' James," Remus points out.
"Not - not like... God, you are a git. I fancy you."
"You fancy girls."
"And you."
"Girls."
"Girls, and you. I've never - I'm so confused, Moony. I want you so much but I've never…never wanted this before, I - this last month, I've been so - "
Suddenly, Remus has stepped forward, his hands grasping Sirius' forearms and pulling them away from his chest. Sirius is surprised at how much warmer he feels just from Remus standing close to him. Remus' eyes are bright in the light of the stars, and Sirius finds himself desperately wanting to touch Remus' hair.
"If you're taking the piss," Remus says shakily, "I will gut you. I mean it," he presses on, as Sirius starts to open his mouth. "It took me a long time to put that thought out of my head, so don't mess me about."
"I'm not messing you about," Sirius says, taking that tiny step forward needed to bring them into contact. "What do you mean? You thought about - "
"Look at you," Remus says, his eyes flickering over Sirius' face. "How could I not? Sharing a bloody dormitory was..."
Sirius moves quickly, but his lips are gentle against Remus' and their kiss is brief and chaste.
"What - ?" Remus starts, but breaks off, blinking a couple of times. Sirius grins at him, and gives in to his earlier impulse, running his fingers through Remus' hair.
"I'm still a bit..."
"Confused about wanting this?" Remus suggests.
"Sort of," Sirius confesses. "But don't go all moralistic on me, please. I will deal with it."
"We will deal with it," Remus corrects. "Who else is going to understand like I will?"
"You," Sirius says slowly, "Are the best."
It's Remus who moves this time, which pleases Sirius, and the kiss is far from chaste, which thrills him. He can feel Remus' long fingers tangled in his hair, snagging on individual strands and tugging, the heat of his lips and tongue a delicious contrast to the cool night. Remus' other hand is gliding up and down Sirius' back, and it takes a moment for Sirius to catch up. When he does, he wraps his arms tightly around Remus' waist and tilts his head, parting their lips long enough to look Remus in the eye and nuzzle against his face slightly. Their mouths join again, and this time Sirius doesn't hesitate at all. He brings one hand up to cup the side of Remus' face, his fingers trembling more than he'd like to admit.
Everything about this, Sirius thinks wildly, is perfect. Right down to the way he can feel Remus' jaw shift against his thumb, this is the most perfect thing that has ever happened to him. Their fiery kiss tapers off into slow pecks and brushes of the lips. Sirius can't help but grin, and he rests his forehead against Remus'.
"Sit down," Remus suggests, and they do.
Sirius leans into Remus and feels an arm tighten around his shoulders and a kiss pressed to the top of his head.
"Okay?" Remus asks.
"Now I am," Sirius says, twisting his head to kiss the underside of Remus' jaw. "You angry at me?"
"Not anymore," Remus tells him, reaching down to twine their fingers together and then pulling their joined hands up into his line of sight. "I thought - I thought it was about the drink, or curiosity, or - something that wasn't about me. And I've wanted you so long that it just - got to me."
"Stupid werewolf," Sirius says affectionately, wrapping his free arm around Remus' waist. "It's always been about you."
Rating: PG-13 possibly? Mainly for language as opposed to naughtiness.
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, James/Lily
Summary: Three weeks this has been going on, and Remus is thoroughly fed up with it all. Three weeks since Sirius had stepped in close and kissed him, waking up all sorts of feelings that Remus thought he had buried at the age of fifteen.
Notes: No beta, so all mistakes are my fault
Disclaimer: Not mine, JKR's.
Words: 2500ish
Peter is asleep, James is off somewhere with Lily, and Sirius is presumably busily being anywhere Remus is not - again. Remus shoulders deeper into his mattress, stubbornly focusing his eyes on the book in front of him, refusing to get drawn into the thoughts. None of it was his fault, and that's the maddening part. Remus is usually good at accepting blame, often more than his fair share, but in this case, he's completely sure that Sirius has the problem.
"Sirius is a problem, and I am not thinking about this anymore," he breathes into the quiet air of the dorm. He feels absurd, but slightly better than he had. Thoughts of Sirius and what, why, who, not fair batter persistently at Remus' mind though, and he sets his book aside with a sigh. He's obviously not going to get any rest this way. So he stares up at the hangings around his bed with his hands laced behind his head. Part of him is harbouring a nagging suspicion, and it's making him more and more angry. Remus has often wished he was the type of person who could explode in anger. He has done a couple of times, but explosions don't achieve anything. Not when they come from him, at least. Sirius' tantrums are legendary, and highly effective.
All down to breeding, Remus supposes, and he's not the type to explode. He's the type to nod and smile and just accept. Only...it's not fair. Remus knows all too well that this is one of the most useless phrases in the English language. What can you say in response? 'No, it's not.' And that helps enormously, of course, Remus reflects bitterly. He hates the fact that he is being so mature, and Sirius is acting like such a brat. It's nothing overt, but he makes excuses to be away from Remus, and when they do spend time together, Sirius barely speaks, spending most of his time staring off into the middle distance.
Three weeks this has been going on, and Remus is thoroughly fed up with it all. Three weeks since Lily had shocked them all and suggested a party in the Room of Requirement, along with Firewhisky smuggled in from Hogsmeade. Three weeks since Sirius had decided to get utterly sloshed and corner Remus on the way back to the dorm. Three weeks since Sirius had stepped in close and kissed him, waking up all sorts of feelings that Remus thought he had buried at the age of fifteen.
Remus had been drunk enough to kiss back, but sober enough to move in a few moments and start to ask a question. A sound from around the corner had prompted Sirius to reel away. Lily and James passed them. James' arm was around Lily's shoulders, though whether out of affection or a need for support, it was hard to say. He was telling Lily that he would love her until he died, and didn't appear to notice his friends at all. Lily had grinned at Remus, and beneath the expression of amused annoyance, he could see that she was touched by James' declarations.
"Forever an' ever," had echoed back round the corner as they went on. Remus had looked at Sirius who was staring after Lily and James with a pained expression on his face. When he had looked around though, Sirius had just smiled and nodded after Lily and James.
"Let's go," he had said.
And Remus, thoroughly confused, had followed Sirius down the corridor.
He wishes now that he hadn't, that he'd asked the question then - why did you do that? - instead of forming his own conclusions because his own conclusions are not good. Sirius hasn't mentioned it since, and at first, Remus had wondered if he'd forgotten altogether. But this strangeness, this quiet sulkiness... Since James finally managed to get Lily to agree to go out with him, Remus and Sirius have grown closer, just by default, and this silence is not usual between them. If Sirius does remember, he obviously doesn't want to talk about it, so Remus has tried to let it go.
Even though he really doesn't want to. Really doesn't want to, because it's Sirius, for crying out loud. Not only ridiculously good looking, but his best friend, and aside from purloined copies of James' Quidditch Monthly, the first person to turn him on. He can still remember the feelings, the mix of illicit joy and sick, shaky shame, when Sirius would lean across him or punch his leg. Until recently, he's been able to laugh at his fifteen year old self, his awkward behaviour and tongue-tied incomprehensibility. Now though, he's starting to feel a bit like a fifteen year old again. Because kissing Sirius was nothing like he'd imagined. It wasn't even anything like kissing Davey, a muggle boy he knew at home. It was so much better. Because you care about him, his mind supplies insistently, and much as he wants to ignore it, he knows it's true.
He wants it again, but more than that, he wants it to mean something to Sirius. And it obviously doesn't, and Remus wonders if that's the real problem. Here he is turning events over and over in his head, and Sirius hasn't so much as mentioned it. At the back of his mind, Remus knows that he hasn't mentioned it either. But, he reasons to himself, Sirius was the one who initiated the kiss, so he should be the one to initiate the talk.
Just as he starts to reflect on just how unlikely it is that Sirius will ever mention the kiss again in their lives, Remus hears the door to the dormitory open. The footsteps cross to James' bed, but Remus is almost sure that it's actually Sirius. Sure enough, after several brief noises outside, there's a familiar cough from just beyond Remus' bed hangings. He sits up and pulls the curtain apart. Sirius is standing there looking awkward, James' invisibility cloak a silvery bundle in his right fist.
"Does James know you have that?" is the first thing that comes out of Remus' mouth.
"He won't mind," Sirius says distractedly. "I need to speak to you."
"Alright." Remus leans back on his hands and raises his eyebrows.
"Not here," Sirius protests.
"Where, then?"
"Will you come with me?"
Remus wants to say no, because Sirius has been such a difficult bastard for the last few weeks, surely it's Remus' turn to be a pain in the neck now?
"Please?" Sirius adds.
'Please', 'thank you', 'sorry' - all the common niceties, some of the most frequently occurring utterances in the English language, and Remus thinks that if he tries really hard, he could probably total up the number of times Sirius has said any of those words to him in their whole friendship.
"Alright," Remus nods, pulling on a worn brown jumper over his shirt and shoving his feet into a pair of comfortably battered shoes.
**
"Where - ow! Idiot - Where are we going? Sirius, slow down!" Remus protests, struggling with the invisibility cloak.
"Keep up, stupid," Sirius says, glancing over his shoulder at Remus and grinning in the dim light.
Although part of him is just glad that Sirius is smiling at him again, Remus snaps back, "In case you hadn't noticed, it's been a long time since we used the cloak together."
"Meaning?"
They come to a pause in the corridor, the light of a nearby torch flickering through the cloak.
"Meaning we've grown, so you need to walk slower unless we want people to see disembodied limbs floating about," Remus points out.
"Me and James manage," Sirius says. Remus frowns momentarily. By the end of that brief sentence, Sirius sounded like he wished he'd never opened his mouth.
"Well, you have no respect for boundaries," Remus says airily. "Where are we going, anyway?"
"Lake," Sirius says shortly. He starts walking again, and Remus has to hurry to keep up.
"Why?" Remus whispers.
"We just are," Sirius says tightly. His back looks tense and his hand is gripping the cloak tightly. Remus rolls his eyes and concentrates on keeping the cloak in place.
***
"Well?" Remus asks when they finally shrug off the cloak in the darkness of the school grounds.
"When we get there," Sirius says implacably.
"For the love of..."
"Please, Remus?"
"Fine," Remus relents. Two 'please's in one night. He hardly knows what to think. Maybe, he suggests to himself somewhat uncharitably, Sirius is ill.
They walk the short distance to the lake in silence and sit down on its bank. There is no moon tonight, and twin constellations blaze in the sky and the water. Remus turns to look at Sirius, who is staring out into the darkness and frowning slightly, his fingers playing idly with the grass at his side. "Sirius?"
"Yeah," Sirius says briefly, shaking himself. "I'm just...not sure what to say. Right. I got a letter from a solicitor the other day, and it made me think - "
"A solicitor?" Remus can't help but interrupt. "What have you been up to now?"
"Ha-bloody-ha," Sirius says dryly, nudging Remus. "It's - just official disownment, but that's not important."
"I thought..."
"Yeah, well, we had the wailing melodrama, and 'you're no son of mine', and a smack in the face and the moonlit flit, but that's just the dramatics." Sirius trails off briefly. "Good on drama, purebloods, but they like to do things by the book, as well. What book exactly, I can't imagine, but hey..."
"Why now?" Remus asks.
"To be honest, I've been wondering that too." The stars cast enough light that Remus can see the frown on Sirius' face deepen. "These papers make Regulus the heir. I dread to think why the House of Black might need an heir any time soon. No, bugger, that's not - I didn't want to talk about this."
"What, then?" Remus asks, puzzled.
"How can you be so...?" Sirius explodes, but gets a grip on himself. "I miss you, Remus."
"What are you on about? I'm right - "
"Don't pretend to be stupid, because we all know you're not," Sirius snaps. "We haven't been right for weeks. Is this because - y'know?"
"'Y'know?'" Remus asks coolly.
"Well. That I - we, erm - "
"If you can't even say it, I don't think we should discuss it," Remus says in the same distant voice.
"Fine," Sirius says evenly. "Do you have your knickers in a twist because I kissed you, or is it because you kissed back?"
Remus looks at Sirius with wide eyes. Sirius' arms are folded over his chest, his jaw is set, and he is staring out over the lake.
"You think - I can't - you are ridiculous," Remus manages. "Maybe I've got my knickers in a twist because of why you kissed me, you idiot."
"Why I - ?" Sirius starts, mystified.
"What was it?" Remus asks, back to that cool, collected voice. "Curiosity or sympathy?"
"Sympathy? Sympathy?" Sirius splutters.
"No? Curiosity, then," Remus nods, and gets to his feet. Sirius scrambles up and grabs Remus' arm before dropping it again.
"What are you talking about?" Sirius asks, fighting to keep his temper.
"It doesn't matter," Remus says flatly, staring over Sirius' shoulder.
"It matters to me," Sirius says forcefully. "Listen, that letter... it made me think. I can...if anything had happened to the old man, I would have been sucked back into it. Binding laws and all that crap. But now. I can do anything, Remus. I'm totally my own person, and what I want to do is be around you, but I can't do it like this."
"Like what?"
"With all this...this! Just tell me what I did wrong."
"Nothing," Remus sighs, closing his eyes in defeat.
"Come on. Please."
Three times, Remus thinks. He must be desperate.
"Why are you acting like this?" Sirius asks, folding his arms across his chest again.
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Wha - ? Why do you think, idiot? I - I like you."
"You 'like' James," Remus points out.
"Not - not like... God, you are a git. I fancy you."
"You fancy girls."
"And you."
"Girls."
"Girls, and you. I've never - I'm so confused, Moony. I want you so much but I've never…never wanted this before, I - this last month, I've been so - "
Suddenly, Remus has stepped forward, his hands grasping Sirius' forearms and pulling them away from his chest. Sirius is surprised at how much warmer he feels just from Remus standing close to him. Remus' eyes are bright in the light of the stars, and Sirius finds himself desperately wanting to touch Remus' hair.
"If you're taking the piss," Remus says shakily, "I will gut you. I mean it," he presses on, as Sirius starts to open his mouth. "It took me a long time to put that thought out of my head, so don't mess me about."
"I'm not messing you about," Sirius says, taking that tiny step forward needed to bring them into contact. "What do you mean? You thought about - "
"Look at you," Remus says, his eyes flickering over Sirius' face. "How could I not? Sharing a bloody dormitory was..."
Sirius moves quickly, but his lips are gentle against Remus' and their kiss is brief and chaste.
"What - ?" Remus starts, but breaks off, blinking a couple of times. Sirius grins at him, and gives in to his earlier impulse, running his fingers through Remus' hair.
"I'm still a bit..."
"Confused about wanting this?" Remus suggests.
"Sort of," Sirius confesses. "But don't go all moralistic on me, please. I will deal with it."
"We will deal with it," Remus corrects. "Who else is going to understand like I will?"
"You," Sirius says slowly, "Are the best."
It's Remus who moves this time, which pleases Sirius, and the kiss is far from chaste, which thrills him. He can feel Remus' long fingers tangled in his hair, snagging on individual strands and tugging, the heat of his lips and tongue a delicious contrast to the cool night. Remus' other hand is gliding up and down Sirius' back, and it takes a moment for Sirius to catch up. When he does, he wraps his arms tightly around Remus' waist and tilts his head, parting their lips long enough to look Remus in the eye and nuzzle against his face slightly. Their mouths join again, and this time Sirius doesn't hesitate at all. He brings one hand up to cup the side of Remus' face, his fingers trembling more than he'd like to admit.
Everything about this, Sirius thinks wildly, is perfect. Right down to the way he can feel Remus' jaw shift against his thumb, this is the most perfect thing that has ever happened to him. Their fiery kiss tapers off into slow pecks and brushes of the lips. Sirius can't help but grin, and he rests his forehead against Remus'.
"Sit down," Remus suggests, and they do.
Sirius leans into Remus and feels an arm tighten around his shoulders and a kiss pressed to the top of his head.
"Okay?" Remus asks.
"Now I am," Sirius says, twisting his head to kiss the underside of Remus' jaw. "You angry at me?"
"Not anymore," Remus tells him, reaching down to twine their fingers together and then pulling their joined hands up into his line of sight. "I thought - I thought it was about the drink, or curiosity, or - something that wasn't about me. And I've wanted you so long that it just - got to me."
"Stupid werewolf," Sirius says affectionately, wrapping his free arm around Remus' waist. "It's always been about you."
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Date: 2007-09-11 11:16 am (UTC)I loved your addition about how Sirius rarely says please, it feels in character to me.
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Date: 2007-09-11 11:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 11:56 am (UTC)The emotions, the confusion, everything, loved it:D
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Date: 2007-09-11 05:54 pm (UTC)"Yeah, well, we had the wailing melodrama, and 'you're no son of mine', and a smack in the face and the moonlit flit, but that's just the dramatics." LEGENDARY
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Date: 2007-09-11 07:38 pm (UTC)Fabulous!
Date: 2007-09-11 09:51 pm (UTC)I went back and read most of your R/S except the WIP, which I am saving for later. Your stories are really fantastic; I really love, love In Pairs and Just Sex (?)
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Date: 2007-09-12 03:07 am (UTC)And the ending, of course-- "It's always been about you." -- whew! Dramatic. Poised. Loved it. Keep 'em coming!!
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