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leashy_bebes) wrote2008-07-07 08:45 pm
leashy_bebes) wrote2008-07-07 08:45 pm
FIC: Every Love and Each Regret 1.3
Every Love and Each Regret Part 1, Chapter 3 [Click here for previous chapters]
PG-13
Boykissing ahoy!
I'll hopefully be updatng this fairly regularly from now on.
Lyrics from No Doubt's Comforting Lie
hysterical confession, my big courageous move
"Sirius?"
"Yes?"
The reply is just a little quicker than it should be, as though Sirius is completely ready for this.
That makes one of us, Remus thinks, plunging on gamely.
"It's not just me, is it?"
"What isn't?"
"This," Remus says, shutting his mouth determinedly and staring off into the distance. Either Sirius takes the next step or no one does, Remus vows.
“What’s this?” Sirius asks, and Remus can hear the grin, is quietly outraged by it.
“Don’t play,” he says softly and Sirius pushes himself up from where they’re sprawled on the grass, to look down at Remus with a fond smile.
"'course it's not," he says, and Remus feels his heart thud one extra-loud beat. He hopes, Christ, he hopes they're not talking at cross purposes. The doubts are blown out of the water with the simple brush of Sirius' hand over his cheek, a touch which trails down the side of his neck and dips briefly inside his shirt to graze over his collarbone.
"That's - " Sirius says softly and the word is like a physical force somewhere inside, and Remus who feels brave and stupid all at once, sits up quick enough to dislodge Sirius' hand.
"I want you," he says, the words tumbling out over suddenly-numb lips. "God, I want you."
"Moony, you sound - " Sirius says in that same soft, nearly distant voice.
Desperate, Remus thinks, but he doesn't care because it's been too much for too long and he leans clumsily closer to Sirius, almost taken aback when their lips collide earlier than he expects. It takes the feel of Sirius' hands suddenly everywhere in an explosion of heat to realise that he's moved as well, maybe he's feeling just as desperate and needy.
Remus doesn't know whether to thank or curse the part of his mind that is always switched on, always watching. Siirus has one hand fisted around the material of Remus' shirt, pulling it tight against him, which the other is roving across his back and neck, squeezing and soothing, and maddening. Their kiss is - a ridiculous mess really, mouths wide and clumsy and hungry, and Remus can't breathe, doesn't want to, because Sirius tastes so good, feels so good, is so good. Sirius bites his lip and Remus lets out a shocked laugh at the wet, scraping pain.
"This is - " Sirius says.
"Insane," Remus finishes, and Sirius nods, slowly loosening his grip on Remus' now-rumpled shirt. His long fingers fiddle with the creases, and Remus can almost hear the awkwardness building, so he leans in to press another kiss to Sirius' lips. It's softer and better in a way than the first one, because he can take the time to feel the way Sirius' mouth opens under his, to swallow the tiny noise he makes, and to touch Sirius' hair, his face, his neck. Sirius leans their foreheads together and says,
"Good move."
"Yeah," Remus grins. "Yeah."
Five and a half weeks later...
PG-13
Boykissing ahoy!
I'll hopefully be updatng this fairly regularly from now on.
Lyrics from No Doubt's Comforting Lie
hysterical confession, my big courageous move
"Sirius?"
"Yes?"
The reply is just a little quicker than it should be, as though Sirius is completely ready for this.
That makes one of us, Remus thinks, plunging on gamely.
"It's not just me, is it?"
"What isn't?"
"This," Remus says, shutting his mouth determinedly and staring off into the distance. Either Sirius takes the next step or no one does, Remus vows.
“What’s this?” Sirius asks, and Remus can hear the grin, is quietly outraged by it.
“Don’t play,” he says softly and Sirius pushes himself up from where they’re sprawled on the grass, to look down at Remus with a fond smile.
"'course it's not," he says, and Remus feels his heart thud one extra-loud beat. He hopes, Christ, he hopes they're not talking at cross purposes. The doubts are blown out of the water with the simple brush of Sirius' hand over his cheek, a touch which trails down the side of his neck and dips briefly inside his shirt to graze over his collarbone.
"That's - " Sirius says softly and the word is like a physical force somewhere inside, and Remus who feels brave and stupid all at once, sits up quick enough to dislodge Sirius' hand.
"I want you," he says, the words tumbling out over suddenly-numb lips. "God, I want you."
"Moony, you sound - " Sirius says in that same soft, nearly distant voice.
Desperate, Remus thinks, but he doesn't care because it's been too much for too long and he leans clumsily closer to Sirius, almost taken aback when their lips collide earlier than he expects. It takes the feel of Sirius' hands suddenly everywhere in an explosion of heat to realise that he's moved as well, maybe he's feeling just as desperate and needy.
Remus doesn't know whether to thank or curse the part of his mind that is always switched on, always watching. Siirus has one hand fisted around the material of Remus' shirt, pulling it tight against him, which the other is roving across his back and neck, squeezing and soothing, and maddening. Their kiss is - a ridiculous mess really, mouths wide and clumsy and hungry, and Remus can't breathe, doesn't want to, because Sirius tastes so good, feels so good, is so good. Sirius bites his lip and Remus lets out a shocked laugh at the wet, scraping pain.
"This is - " Sirius says.
"Insane," Remus finishes, and Sirius nods, slowly loosening his grip on Remus' now-rumpled shirt. His long fingers fiddle with the creases, and Remus can almost hear the awkwardness building, so he leans in to press another kiss to Sirius' lips. It's softer and better in a way than the first one, because he can take the time to feel the way Sirius' mouth opens under his, to swallow the tiny noise he makes, and to touch Sirius' hair, his face, his neck. Sirius leans their foreheads together and says,
"Good move."
"Yeah," Remus grins. "Yeah."
Five and a half weeks later...
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Oh, this was lovely and very well done. I really enjoyed the way they finished each other's thoughts/sentences with something completely different, but utterly fitting.
And this, perhaps, was my favorite bit: "'course it's not," he says, and Remus feels his heart thud one extra-loud beat. He hopes, Christ, he hopes they're not talking at cross purposes. The doubts are blown out of the water with the simple brush of Sirius' hand over his cheek, a touch which trails down the side of his neck and dips briefly inside her shirt to graze over his collarbone.
I can't wait to read more.
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Really glad you're enjoying it.
xx
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I really, really love this series. And this chapter is no exception. What a lovely, natural moment. Sirius just melts my heart. Usually it's Remus with his...MOONYNESS who makes me all melty. So I love it when writers aren't afraid to show the softer, innocent and vulnerable side of Sirius.
Beautiful, just beautiful. <3
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I so LOVE the "confession" part - completely, utterly refreshing to not have one panic and think the other will head him, and then rush off only to find out that the other feels the same. Not that I don't love those, but it IS nice to read something different once in a while. And I love the absolute quiet intimacy of the moment.