Apr. 13th, 2011 09:08 pm
Ficlets (Not Drabbles!) (HP Remus/Sirius)
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escribo
Rating: varies between PG and NC-17
Notes: I participated in the Moony and Padfoot Last Drabble Writer Standing challenge. I didn't win *sheds tear* but I did make it to the final four along with three of my favorite writers in the fandom (in a fandom filled with really good writers) and had a lot of fun.
Week 1
Title: Together
Summary: Sirius’ habit gets them into trouble
Contains: wandering hands and tests against brotherly love
It'd been only a moment's indiscretion; though, as Remus liked to point out, Sirius rather made a career out of carelessness. A kiss in the library stacks, his hand on Remus' thigh beneath the table as they sat at dinner, his fingers inching down the waistband of Remus' trousers as Sirius pressed Remus against a wall in a passageway that they'd thought was more secret than it turned out to be. That last witnessed by Sirius' brother, which while unfortunate, was not the end of the world (he'd argue to Remus later as there wasn’t time for arguments at that particular moment).
"Sirius Black," Regulus drawled, managing to sound both amused and scandalized at the same time. "What would mother say?"
It's not like it happened all that often. They'd been more careful ever since they'd got caught having it off in an empty classroom by a properly shocked Evans. She'd got over her surprise quickly enough, but somehow Sirius didn’t think his brother would be as understanding.
"Reggie," Sirius called casually, as if he could often be found down dark halls with his hand down another boy’s trousers. "How is dear old mum?"
"She'll be nearly apoplectic when she hears about this."
"Perhaps it would be best if she remained oblivious," Remus said as he eased away from Sirius only just enough to reach his wand.
"Do you know, Moony, that’s not a bad idea."
"Do you think?"
"Absolutely."
"Together?"
"On the count of three."
"One. Two. Three--OBLIVIATE!"
Week 2
Title: Let's Spend the Night Together
Summary: Sirius discovers that all he wants is to be in love
Contains: Mentions of bondage and D/s but the crux of the matter would be voyeurism
It was the fall after they’d left school when Sirius discovered he quite liked Remus’ smiles, quite a lot actually. By the winter, he’d found that a bottle of firewhiskey and The Rolling Stones played on his charmed turntable was rather enough to convince a naked and charmingly drunk Remus to spend the night. By spring, it was more than Remus’ smiles that Sirius loved.
What drove Sirius particularly mad was how very open Remus was, so very trusting. He’d taken it for granted at Hogwarts where his friendship with James and his cleverness made him untouchable. Outside Hogwarts, with the war raging, Sirius’ name alone tended to cause people to withdraw and regard him warily. Not Remus, not when they’d been at school and not now, though it was bad enough being a werewolf, let alone friends and then some with Sirius Black.
They’d lay in bed, Remus clutching the red sheets with its thin gold stripes in fists gone white knuckled and every whim fulfilled, every question answered with yes, please, and more. Blindfolds and restraints of every sort, magical and otherwise, made to beg, made to be silent--Remus met Sirius turn for turn. He’d blush and tremble when it suited, command when Sirius felt the need to be brought to heel--nothing too much, everything not nearly enough.
Remus’ trust in Sirius never wavered, not even that summer when Gideon Prewitt caught them snogging and Sirius suggested he join them--when Sirius told Remus what he really wanted was to watch. He loved the sight of it--Gideon bent over Remus and Remus keening, his eyes on Sirius’--until he’d hated it and pulled Remus away whispering mine and Remus answering always.
Week 3
Title: The Gardener
Summary: A meditation on the cultivation of the wild and the rare
Contains:
Sirius spends most his time out of doors since coming to Remus' cottage in Middlemoor. There he attempts to tame Remus' neglected garden, coaxing life from the barren soil, often consulting Remus' old Herbology text with its broken spine. Sirius'd found it in a box whilst spelunking in a cupboard one rainy afternoon. It'd been alongside parchment scrolls covered by the scrawled writing of four boyish hands. He'd asked, do you never toss away anything, Moony? Remus had stammered, twisting together his long fingers. Nothing I loved, he'd finally said, and then they'd both stopped and stuttered, finding it too early in the summer for anything that approached explanation, apology, or declaration.
Sirius leaves for Grimmauld Place soon and the garden will fall back into ruin because Remus is following. He watches now through the open kitchen door to where Sirius is talking to himself, as he often does when he's alone. His voice is a low rumble, one of Remus' favorite sounds. Remus listens for a moment more, only stepping forward when Sirius looks up.
"Talking to James again?" Remus asks.
"I suppose I never grew out of the habit. More proof of my insanity?"
"No, not exactly. Not quite. I wish sometimes that I could still hear his voice. Or Lily's." Remus steps nearer, the grass soft beneath his bare feet. "I've missed them."
For a moment there is only the sound of the martins in the wood as Sirius absently strokes the furry leaves of the Gynura aurantiaca, its orange flowers a component in the Wolfsbane potion that Sirius is determined to brew before fall.
"I've missed you, too," Remus admits when he finds his voice again. "Maybe most of all because you seemed farthest from me."
"I'm here now," Sirius says, and Remus reaches for him.
Week 4
Title: Dragon Tales and Other Truths We Tell
Summary: Remus tells Harry a bedtime story
Contains:
Note: This is actually the drabble I meant to write that week, not the one that I did.
"Once upon a time--"
"I’m too old for fairy stories. Tell me something new."
"Like what?"
Harry rolled his eyes and impatiently ran his hand through his hair, mussing it until it stood in every direction, and the resemblance to James startled Remus. "One of your books instead?"
"No. I want you to tell me about the bad night."
"Harry--"
Harry lifted his chin, determined to have his way--and that, Remus thought, was all Lily.
"Alright," Remus said, giving in. "Once upon a time--"
"Moony!"
"I know, Harry, but I promise this isn't a fairy-tale. All the best stories start this way."
"It's not how Sirius tells it."
"No. Sirius always starts by slaying dragons with nothing more than a carrot, which worked when you were younger."
"I’m ten now. Tell it right?"
"Okay, but I only know parts. I nearly came too late."
"Because you and Padfoot had a fight."
"Yes." Remus smoothed his hand over Harry's quilt, not quite able to meet Harry's eyes. The real answer was that there had been many fights and Remus had stormed out, determined to leave for good.
"But then you followed him," Harry prompted when Remus let the silence stretch too long.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I loved him, Harry. I love him. And it wasn't easy because his bike flew so fast--"
"And you only had a broom--a Comet 300." Harry and Remus both turned to look where Sirius stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. "It's past your bedtime, Harry."
"Please," Harry pleaded. "Just one more?"
"I could tell you about the time I met a werewolf," Sirius said as he came further into the room and winked at Remus.
"And you weren't scared because it was Uncle Moony."
"Once upon a time..."
Week 5
Title: Try Not to Breathe
Summary: Remus has never been able to keep a secret from Sirius
Contains: bad language
Remus abandoned his date with a gin and tonic in a plastic beaker and a promise that he'd only be a minute. He was gone, inside Sirius' bedroom before she could complain, if she would have. Remus was sure she wanted Sirius. It was the only thing they had in common.
He made quick work searching for the letter he'd sent too late the night before in a fit of something he was too embarrassed to name. So focused on his task that he didn't hear the door--didn't hear Sirius until he was pressed tight against Remus.
"Will you stay tonight?"
"If you want me to." Remus was glad for the dark, that Sirius couldn't see the heat in his cheeks as his hand curled around the scrap of parchment he'd found buried deep in a pocket.
"I always want you," Sirius breathed hot against Remus' neck. "Why do you bring these ridiculous girls to my parties? Do you fuck them after?"
"No."
"Then it's just to make me jealous?"
Remus forced a laugh, as if he hadn't been found out, as if he couldn't feel the wax seal had already been broken. As if Sirius didn't already know.
Week 6
Title: Never Mind the Bollocks
Summary: The summer after they’ve left Hogwarts, Sirius discovers The Clash and Remus discovers war. Luckily, they then discover each other.
Contains: language
"What's this then?"
Sirius lifts his chin when Remus slips two fingers through the D-Ring of Sirius’ collar and gives it a tug. "An expression of my youthful rebellion.”
"Figures.”
"Someone needs to uphold all our dearly held anti-authoritarian ideologies whilst you're running about the countryside saving Wizarding kind.”
"Is that what I'm doing?"
"I wouldn't know, would I? Damned secret missions being secret.”
"Does it bother you?" Remus asks.
"That Dumbledore sends you out more than the rest of us? Yes,” Sirius admits. He pulls Remus close--closer--another confession already spilling from him. “Though not for the reasons you think."
"Dare I ask?"
It takes Sirius a minute to answer, and even then he looks down--away--embarrassed to give voice to things they’ve never talked about before. "Because I worry about you."
"Fucking poseur. I knew this was an act." Remus gives Sirius' collar another tug.
Sirius cups Remus' cheek as they kiss, even though it's too hot and sticky to do more than share gulping breaths and the single bed. They're still both half hard when Sirius rolls them onto their sides and puts his arms around Remus to hold him close.
Week 7
Title: The Stars Are Projectors
Summary: A chance meeting at the end of everything
Contains:
It's been three years since the world came to an end, though only Remus seems to have noticed. It sometimes catches him unawares--whilst in the shower or over his tea--normal things, ordinary moments in his life suddenly tipped sideways when he remembers his friends are dead and his lover is to blame.
He’s having a moment just like that outside the apothecary in Diagon Alley. Across the way is a face as familiar as his own, though they’ve never met. Remus stops in the middle of the crowded street, too stunned to move--to breath--as Sirius’ mother moves toward him. He expected something different, had pictured her, when he thought of her at all, as younger, more beautiful.
"You knew my son,” she says without preamble. “I recognize you from the pictures in his room."
Remus says nothing.
"Yes, you knew my eldest,” she says again. “He was fascinated by you though I can scarcely understand why."
"I knew him in school," he finally stammers. They’re the only words that feel safe.
"He's a hero, my son. They both are but Sirius is different. He always has been.” She straightens her back and shoulders, lifting her chin in a way he can remember Sirius doing a million times over. “Always my brightest star," she says proudly, rewriting her own history.
It’s chilling, the madness that clouds her gray eyes, and Remus looks past her to the other shoppers--parents rushing to buy their children new robes and books for the start of term, boys eyeing the latest broomstick at Quality Quidditch Supplies. He’s analyzed every word spoken, every moment spent together. He can't imagine having been so wrong but knows he must have been.
“I’m sorry,” he finally says. “I really didn’t know your son at all."
Week 8
Title: Help
Summary: Remus finds he needs a little help from his friends
Contains: naked Sirius
"I could help you."
"With what?"
"Your little problem."
"I've no idea what you're talking about," Remus says, though he does. His cock is already rock hard, having come to attention the moment Sirius had come in to their room.
"No?" Sirius takes off his shirt, tossing it toward his open trunk, and Remus tries very hard not to watch. He also tries to ignore Sirius when he flicks open the button on his trousers, pushing them down to reveal jutting hip bones and the trail of dark hair low on his belly.
It's only been within the last couple of weeks since this particular side effect of his lycanthropy had developed into something a bit more distracting than the ache in his joints. A strained and immensely embarrassing conversation with Madame Pomfrey had determined that it's probably normal for young werewolves to have an increased sexual appetite and there's nothing to be done for it, though the resulting talk on precautionary charms makes his cheeks burn even now.
Of course, it's completely Remus' own fault for confiding all this to Sirius, a moment's indiscretion that he fervently regretted.
"C'mon Moony," Sirius whispers as he crawls onto Remus' bed. "I wanna help."
"Help. Right." Remus tries to force a laugh as if it's all a joke but finds it hard to sound completely disinterested. He sits up further on his bed, his book falling to the floor, as a very naked Sirius comes closer.
"I can smell you, you know." Sirius slips his hand beneath Remus' robe. "Pheromones. I read all about them. Canines have particularly sensitive noses. Can you smell me, too?"
"Yeah," Remus finally says as he reaches for Sirius, giving in because what are friends for if not to lift a helping hand.
Week 9
Title: I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you
Summary: love in a coffee shop (au)
Contains: implications of overly complicated drink orders
Sirius tapped his fingers on the counter as he waited for his order, admiring the sight of the new barista cursing under his breath as he tossed away the drink he'd been working on and started over. He was cute and Sirius caught the scent of him as he worked--soap and shampoo, so clean smelling that the man nearly squeaked. Sirius liked that.
"Where's Alice today?" Sirius asked, just so that he could hear what this Remus sounded like. "She knows I like extra foam."
"Are you asking for extra foam then?"
Glaswegian. Sirius had a kink for a soft Scottish burr. "If you don't mind."
"You could just order it like that."
"I wouldn't want to appear too prissy." He wore his badge upside down so that it took Sirius a minute to work out his name. "Remus."
"Too late for that buttercup. Your drink's so fussy I half expected to see that you were on your way to yoga class."
Sirius chewed at his lip for a moment, debating. James always said he was a bit of a masochist. "Would you like to go out with me?"
"Are you serious?"
Sirius quirked a smile, resisting the obvious joke.
"Yes, yes. I get it." Remus pushed the cup with Sirius' name sprawled across it in block letters toward him, tapping the lid. "You're Sirius. Is this how you are in bed?"
"Do you want to find out?"
"I guess I'd better."
Writer:
escriboRating: varies between PG and NC-17
Notes: I participated in the Moony and Padfoot Last Drabble Writer Standing challenge. I didn't win *sheds tear* but I did make it to the final four along with three of my favorite writers in the fandom (in a fandom filled with really good writers) and had a lot of fun.
Week 1
Title: Together
Summary: Sirius’ habit gets them into trouble
Contains: wandering hands and tests against brotherly love
It'd been only a moment's indiscretion; though, as Remus liked to point out, Sirius rather made a career out of carelessness. A kiss in the library stacks, his hand on Remus' thigh beneath the table as they sat at dinner, his fingers inching down the waistband of Remus' trousers as Sirius pressed Remus against a wall in a passageway that they'd thought was more secret than it turned out to be. That last witnessed by Sirius' brother, which while unfortunate, was not the end of the world (he'd argue to Remus later as there wasn’t time for arguments at that particular moment).
"Sirius Black," Regulus drawled, managing to sound both amused and scandalized at the same time. "What would mother say?"
It's not like it happened all that often. They'd been more careful ever since they'd got caught having it off in an empty classroom by a properly shocked Evans. She'd got over her surprise quickly enough, but somehow Sirius didn’t think his brother would be as understanding.
"Reggie," Sirius called casually, as if he could often be found down dark halls with his hand down another boy’s trousers. "How is dear old mum?"
"She'll be nearly apoplectic when she hears about this."
"Perhaps it would be best if she remained oblivious," Remus said as he eased away from Sirius only just enough to reach his wand.
"Do you know, Moony, that’s not a bad idea."
"Do you think?"
"Absolutely."
"Together?"
"On the count of three."
"One. Two. Three--OBLIVIATE!"
Week 2
Title: Let's Spend the Night Together
Summary: Sirius discovers that all he wants is to be in love
Contains: Mentions of bondage and D/s but the crux of the matter would be voyeurism
It was the fall after they’d left school when Sirius discovered he quite liked Remus’ smiles, quite a lot actually. By the winter, he’d found that a bottle of firewhiskey and The Rolling Stones played on his charmed turntable was rather enough to convince a naked and charmingly drunk Remus to spend the night. By spring, it was more than Remus’ smiles that Sirius loved.
What drove Sirius particularly mad was how very open Remus was, so very trusting. He’d taken it for granted at Hogwarts where his friendship with James and his cleverness made him untouchable. Outside Hogwarts, with the war raging, Sirius’ name alone tended to cause people to withdraw and regard him warily. Not Remus, not when they’d been at school and not now, though it was bad enough being a werewolf, let alone friends and then some with Sirius Black.
They’d lay in bed, Remus clutching the red sheets with its thin gold stripes in fists gone white knuckled and every whim fulfilled, every question answered with yes, please, and more. Blindfolds and restraints of every sort, magical and otherwise, made to beg, made to be silent--Remus met Sirius turn for turn. He’d blush and tremble when it suited, command when Sirius felt the need to be brought to heel--nothing too much, everything not nearly enough.
Remus’ trust in Sirius never wavered, not even that summer when Gideon Prewitt caught them snogging and Sirius suggested he join them--when Sirius told Remus what he really wanted was to watch. He loved the sight of it--Gideon bent over Remus and Remus keening, his eyes on Sirius’--until he’d hated it and pulled Remus away whispering mine and Remus answering always.
Week 3
Title: The Gardener
Summary: A meditation on the cultivation of the wild and the rare
Contains:
Sirius spends most his time out of doors since coming to Remus' cottage in Middlemoor. There he attempts to tame Remus' neglected garden, coaxing life from the barren soil, often consulting Remus' old Herbology text with its broken spine. Sirius'd found it in a box whilst spelunking in a cupboard one rainy afternoon. It'd been alongside parchment scrolls covered by the scrawled writing of four boyish hands. He'd asked, do you never toss away anything, Moony? Remus had stammered, twisting together his long fingers. Nothing I loved, he'd finally said, and then they'd both stopped and stuttered, finding it too early in the summer for anything that approached explanation, apology, or declaration.
Sirius leaves for Grimmauld Place soon and the garden will fall back into ruin because Remus is following. He watches now through the open kitchen door to where Sirius is talking to himself, as he often does when he's alone. His voice is a low rumble, one of Remus' favorite sounds. Remus listens for a moment more, only stepping forward when Sirius looks up.
"Talking to James again?" Remus asks.
"I suppose I never grew out of the habit. More proof of my insanity?"
"No, not exactly. Not quite. I wish sometimes that I could still hear his voice. Or Lily's." Remus steps nearer, the grass soft beneath his bare feet. "I've missed them."
For a moment there is only the sound of the martins in the wood as Sirius absently strokes the furry leaves of the Gynura aurantiaca, its orange flowers a component in the Wolfsbane potion that Sirius is determined to brew before fall.
"I've missed you, too," Remus admits when he finds his voice again. "Maybe most of all because you seemed farthest from me."
"I'm here now," Sirius says, and Remus reaches for him.
Week 4
Title: Dragon Tales and Other Truths We Tell
Summary: Remus tells Harry a bedtime story
Contains:
Note: This is actually the drabble I meant to write that week, not the one that I did.
"Once upon a time--"
"I’m too old for fairy stories. Tell me something new."
"Like what?"
Harry rolled his eyes and impatiently ran his hand through his hair, mussing it until it stood in every direction, and the resemblance to James startled Remus. "One of your books instead?"
"No. I want you to tell me about the bad night."
"Harry--"
Harry lifted his chin, determined to have his way--and that, Remus thought, was all Lily.
"Alright," Remus said, giving in. "Once upon a time--"
"Moony!"
"I know, Harry, but I promise this isn't a fairy-tale. All the best stories start this way."
"It's not how Sirius tells it."
"No. Sirius always starts by slaying dragons with nothing more than a carrot, which worked when you were younger."
"I’m ten now. Tell it right?"
"Okay, but I only know parts. I nearly came too late."
"Because you and Padfoot had a fight."
"Yes." Remus smoothed his hand over Harry's quilt, not quite able to meet Harry's eyes. The real answer was that there had been many fights and Remus had stormed out, determined to leave for good.
"But then you followed him," Harry prompted when Remus let the silence stretch too long.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I loved him, Harry. I love him. And it wasn't easy because his bike flew so fast--"
"And you only had a broom--a Comet 300." Harry and Remus both turned to look where Sirius stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. "It's past your bedtime, Harry."
"Please," Harry pleaded. "Just one more?"
"I could tell you about the time I met a werewolf," Sirius said as he came further into the room and winked at Remus.
"And you weren't scared because it was Uncle Moony."
"Once upon a time..."
Week 5
Title: Try Not to Breathe
Summary: Remus has never been able to keep a secret from Sirius
Contains: bad language
Remus abandoned his date with a gin and tonic in a plastic beaker and a promise that he'd only be a minute. He was gone, inside Sirius' bedroom before she could complain, if she would have. Remus was sure she wanted Sirius. It was the only thing they had in common.
He made quick work searching for the letter he'd sent too late the night before in a fit of something he was too embarrassed to name. So focused on his task that he didn't hear the door--didn't hear Sirius until he was pressed tight against Remus.
"Will you stay tonight?"
"If you want me to." Remus was glad for the dark, that Sirius couldn't see the heat in his cheeks as his hand curled around the scrap of parchment he'd found buried deep in a pocket.
"I always want you," Sirius breathed hot against Remus' neck. "Why do you bring these ridiculous girls to my parties? Do you fuck them after?"
"No."
"Then it's just to make me jealous?"
Remus forced a laugh, as if he hadn't been found out, as if he couldn't feel the wax seal had already been broken. As if Sirius didn't already know.
Week 6
Title: Never Mind the Bollocks
Summary: The summer after they’ve left Hogwarts, Sirius discovers The Clash and Remus discovers war. Luckily, they then discover each other.
Contains: language
"What's this then?"
Sirius lifts his chin when Remus slips two fingers through the D-Ring of Sirius’ collar and gives it a tug. "An expression of my youthful rebellion.”
"Figures.”
"Someone needs to uphold all our dearly held anti-authoritarian ideologies whilst you're running about the countryside saving Wizarding kind.”
"Is that what I'm doing?"
"I wouldn't know, would I? Damned secret missions being secret.”
"Does it bother you?" Remus asks.
"That Dumbledore sends you out more than the rest of us? Yes,” Sirius admits. He pulls Remus close--closer--another confession already spilling from him. “Though not for the reasons you think."
"Dare I ask?"
It takes Sirius a minute to answer, and even then he looks down--away--embarrassed to give voice to things they’ve never talked about before. "Because I worry about you."
"Fucking poseur. I knew this was an act." Remus gives Sirius' collar another tug.
Sirius cups Remus' cheek as they kiss, even though it's too hot and sticky to do more than share gulping breaths and the single bed. They're still both half hard when Sirius rolls them onto their sides and puts his arms around Remus to hold him close.
Week 7
Title: The Stars Are Projectors
Summary: A chance meeting at the end of everything
Contains:
It's been three years since the world came to an end, though only Remus seems to have noticed. It sometimes catches him unawares--whilst in the shower or over his tea--normal things, ordinary moments in his life suddenly tipped sideways when he remembers his friends are dead and his lover is to blame.
He’s having a moment just like that outside the apothecary in Diagon Alley. Across the way is a face as familiar as his own, though they’ve never met. Remus stops in the middle of the crowded street, too stunned to move--to breath--as Sirius’ mother moves toward him. He expected something different, had pictured her, when he thought of her at all, as younger, more beautiful.
"You knew my son,” she says without preamble. “I recognize you from the pictures in his room."
Remus says nothing.
"Yes, you knew my eldest,” she says again. “He was fascinated by you though I can scarcely understand why."
"I knew him in school," he finally stammers. They’re the only words that feel safe.
"He's a hero, my son. They both are but Sirius is different. He always has been.” She straightens her back and shoulders, lifting her chin in a way he can remember Sirius doing a million times over. “Always my brightest star," she says proudly, rewriting her own history.
It’s chilling, the madness that clouds her gray eyes, and Remus looks past her to the other shoppers--parents rushing to buy their children new robes and books for the start of term, boys eyeing the latest broomstick at Quality Quidditch Supplies. He’s analyzed every word spoken, every moment spent together. He can't imagine having been so wrong but knows he must have been.
“I’m sorry,” he finally says. “I really didn’t know your son at all."
Week 8
Title: Help
Summary: Remus finds he needs a little help from his friends
Contains: naked Sirius
"I could help you."
"With what?"
"Your little problem."
"I've no idea what you're talking about," Remus says, though he does. His cock is already rock hard, having come to attention the moment Sirius had come in to their room.
"No?" Sirius takes off his shirt, tossing it toward his open trunk, and Remus tries very hard not to watch. He also tries to ignore Sirius when he flicks open the button on his trousers, pushing them down to reveal jutting hip bones and the trail of dark hair low on his belly.
It's only been within the last couple of weeks since this particular side effect of his lycanthropy had developed into something a bit more distracting than the ache in his joints. A strained and immensely embarrassing conversation with Madame Pomfrey had determined that it's probably normal for young werewolves to have an increased sexual appetite and there's nothing to be done for it, though the resulting talk on precautionary charms makes his cheeks burn even now.
Of course, it's completely Remus' own fault for confiding all this to Sirius, a moment's indiscretion that he fervently regretted.
"C'mon Moony," Sirius whispers as he crawls onto Remus' bed. "I wanna help."
"Help. Right." Remus tries to force a laugh as if it's all a joke but finds it hard to sound completely disinterested. He sits up further on his bed, his book falling to the floor, as a very naked Sirius comes closer.
"I can smell you, you know." Sirius slips his hand beneath Remus' robe. "Pheromones. I read all about them. Canines have particularly sensitive noses. Can you smell me, too?"
"Yeah," Remus finally says as he reaches for Sirius, giving in because what are friends for if not to lift a helping hand.
Week 9
Title: I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you
Summary: love in a coffee shop (au)
Contains: implications of overly complicated drink orders
Sirius tapped his fingers on the counter as he waited for his order, admiring the sight of the new barista cursing under his breath as he tossed away the drink he'd been working on and started over. He was cute and Sirius caught the scent of him as he worked--soap and shampoo, so clean smelling that the man nearly squeaked. Sirius liked that.
"Where's Alice today?" Sirius asked, just so that he could hear what this Remus sounded like. "She knows I like extra foam."
"Are you asking for extra foam then?"
Glaswegian. Sirius had a kink for a soft Scottish burr. "If you don't mind."
"You could just order it like that."
"I wouldn't want to appear too prissy." He wore his badge upside down so that it took Sirius a minute to work out his name. "Remus."
"Too late for that buttercup. Your drink's so fussy I half expected to see that you were on your way to yoga class."
Sirius chewed at his lip for a moment, debating. James always said he was a bit of a masochist. "Would you like to go out with me?"
"Are you serious?"
Sirius quirked a smile, resisting the obvious joke.
"Yes, yes. I get it." Remus pushed the cup with Sirius' name sprawled across it in block letters toward him, tapping the lid. "You're Sirius. Is this how you are in bed?"
"Do you want to find out?"
"I guess I'd better."
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I love these two....almost as much as I love another duo.
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