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said_scarlett) wrote2004-10-04 06:24 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2004-10-04 06:24 pm
Fifteen Minute Ficlet
Look! I managed to write something else!
Title: Tease
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sirius Black is a tease. Word behind the cut.
Word: Frustration
Remus hates that he can’t concentrate in the common room anymore. Not when Sirius is stretched out languidly in a chair, kit half undone from Quidditch practice and hair mussed with sweat and wind. On days like today Remus can smell the heady musk that rises off of the dark haired boy, a combination of grass and broom polish and Sirius. It overshadows such trivial things as Herbology and Charms. It overshadows even Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, or Prefects rounds. It pushes every single thought from Remus’ mind, save one.
“Moony? Moony! You’re a million years away.”
Sirius is calling out to him, and it takes Remus a moment to realize. He’s been lost in his own mind, in a world where those tantalizing scents wrap around him like a cocoon. He shakes his head and offers a small half-smile, far away and not quite there yet. He doesn’t want to let go of the fantasy he has no right indulging in during homework-time.
“Sorry. Homework.” He makes a vague gesture towards the books spread out across the low table. A valid excuse, or so he feels.
“It’s always homework,” Sirius says. He has one leg crooked over the arm of the chair. He looks like a Roman emperor - no, God - as he leans back and stretches his arms out over the back of the chair. His skin is slightly bronzed, and his storm coloured eyes stood out all the more for it. Remus loved Sirius’ eyes. They reminded him of the moon. “Which is sort of funny,” Sirius went on, “ since you haven’t been writing anything down.”
It was difficult to fight the flush that tried to creep up Remus’ cheeks. “I know. I’m still working on the reading.” But he hadn’t turned a page in nearly fifteen minutes. He hoped Sirius wouldn’t press the matter.
The other boy said nothing. He tipped his head back and looked up at the ceiling. His throat was perfect. Remus would have been lost again, if Sirius hadn’t moved so suddenly. One moment he was relaxed in the chair, and the next he was springing to his feet.
“You and your bloody homework,” he said as he crossed the distance between them in hip-swaggering steps. “You spend too much time with your nose buried in books.”
“Mmmm.” Remus said nothing. He attempted to watch Sirius covertly from beneath lowered lashes, but Sirius was behind him. A strong hand rested on his shoulder for a moment, and the scent of Sirius filled his nostrils.
“There’s more to life than books, Moony.” Sirius’ voice was right in is ear. Remus could taste the words in his mouth, roll them about in velvety soft coffee flavoured tones. Sirius’ breath was warm against his skin, prickling where it touched.
“I know.” And he did. He knew there was Sirius, and Sirius’ hands, and Sirius’ voice, and Sirius’ lips....
“Good.” The fingers on his shoulder moved, trailing like the ghosts of butterflies over the back of his neck. Teasing. Caressing. Arousing. Remus turned, half ready to catch those fingers in his lips, to explore the promise that was obviously in the black haired boy’s words. But the fingers were gone, and Sirius two steps away from him already. “Well, I’ve got a date tonight, Moony. I’ll see you later.”
And in a burst of cold air as the portrait swung open, Sirius was gone.
Title: Tease
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sirius Black is a tease. Word behind the cut.
Word: Frustration
Remus hates that he can’t concentrate in the common room anymore. Not when Sirius is stretched out languidly in a chair, kit half undone from Quidditch practice and hair mussed with sweat and wind. On days like today Remus can smell the heady musk that rises off of the dark haired boy, a combination of grass and broom polish and Sirius. It overshadows such trivial things as Herbology and Charms. It overshadows even Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, or Prefects rounds. It pushes every single thought from Remus’ mind, save one.
“Moony? Moony! You’re a million years away.”
Sirius is calling out to him, and it takes Remus a moment to realize. He’s been lost in his own mind, in a world where those tantalizing scents wrap around him like a cocoon. He shakes his head and offers a small half-smile, far away and not quite there yet. He doesn’t want to let go of the fantasy he has no right indulging in during homework-time.
“Sorry. Homework.” He makes a vague gesture towards the books spread out across the low table. A valid excuse, or so he feels.
“It’s always homework,” Sirius says. He has one leg crooked over the arm of the chair. He looks like a Roman emperor - no, God - as he leans back and stretches his arms out over the back of the chair. His skin is slightly bronzed, and his storm coloured eyes stood out all the more for it. Remus loved Sirius’ eyes. They reminded him of the moon. “Which is sort of funny,” Sirius went on, “ since you haven’t been writing anything down.”
It was difficult to fight the flush that tried to creep up Remus’ cheeks. “I know. I’m still working on the reading.” But he hadn’t turned a page in nearly fifteen minutes. He hoped Sirius wouldn’t press the matter.
The other boy said nothing. He tipped his head back and looked up at the ceiling. His throat was perfect. Remus would have been lost again, if Sirius hadn’t moved so suddenly. One moment he was relaxed in the chair, and the next he was springing to his feet.
“You and your bloody homework,” he said as he crossed the distance between them in hip-swaggering steps. “You spend too much time with your nose buried in books.”
“Mmmm.” Remus said nothing. He attempted to watch Sirius covertly from beneath lowered lashes, but Sirius was behind him. A strong hand rested on his shoulder for a moment, and the scent of Sirius filled his nostrils.
“There’s more to life than books, Moony.” Sirius’ voice was right in is ear. Remus could taste the words in his mouth, roll them about in velvety soft coffee flavoured tones. Sirius’ breath was warm against his skin, prickling where it touched.
“I know.” And he did. He knew there was Sirius, and Sirius’ hands, and Sirius’ voice, and Sirius’ lips....
“Good.” The fingers on his shoulder moved, trailing like the ghosts of butterflies over the back of his neck. Teasing. Caressing. Arousing. Remus turned, half ready to catch those fingers in his lips, to explore the promise that was obviously in the black haired boy’s words. But the fingers were gone, and Sirius two steps away from him already. “Well, I’ve got a date tonight, Moony. I’ll see you later.”
And in a burst of cold air as the portrait swung open, Sirius was gone.
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I've been in a very Remus-y mood today, and that was the crowning touch. Thanks to you, my day is full of Remus-y, chocolatey goodness.
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