"Remus, there you are!" Sirius's voice pierced his thoughts like an arrow, and Remus's hand twitched, startled, drawing a lovely dark line across what had been the beginnings of a Transfiguration essay.
"Sirius," Remus spluttered, wondering how Sirius had found him, only to spy the parchment map in Sirius's hand the next second. Curse that map, Remus sighed, face red and hoping that Sirius wouldn't ask him about it.
"We need to talk," Sirius said at once, and Remus froze, practically forcing himself to keep looking at Sirius and not turn away.
"About what?" he replied, trying to sound nonchalant, while his grip on his quill was practically fatal to the fragile thing.
Sirius was uncharacteristically quiet. Remus feared this was the end of everything he'd been working so hard to retain. Finally, when Sirius spoke, Remus had to stop himself from leaping up and trying to explain everything. "You've been acting strange, Moony." Now Remus was silent, so Sirius continued. "Is everything all right?"
"Everything's fine," Remus said, turning and attempting to sweep up the papers he had scattered across the table.
"No, everything's not 'fine,'" Sirius protested, striding forward and placing his hands on the table so Remus would stop fiddling with his things. "You've been avoiding us, going out alone a lot. Does this have anything to do with your — " He shrugged a shoulder. "You know, furry little problem?"
Remus shook his head. "No, Sirius, it doesn't. I told you, I'm fine."
"Stop lying, Remus, I can tell when you aren't being truthful" Sirius murmured, reaching out and putting a hand on Remus's shoulder. Remus could feel the warmth of Sirius's skin through his shirt, comforting and worried, and he stood up abruptly, batting Sirius's hand away. This was the final straw; Remus had to say something, normalness be damned.
"Sirius, I have been trying very hard to keep this friendship platonic," he said sharply, looking Sirius in the eyes as if daring him to interrupt. "But you, oh, you have been a perpetual nightmare — "
"Because I've been trying very hard to make it unplatonic!"
The first thing that came to Remus's mind was that "unplatonic" was not a word. The second thought was a confused, resounding, "oh." So Remus voiced this second thought out loud.
Sirius rolled his eyes as if he had been expecting this. "You twat, do you think I'd willingly sit around watching you do homework for fun? Because I wouldn't," he added, for extra emphasis.
Remus stared at him, still trying to process what was happening. Sirius couldn't possibly be saying what he thought he was saying, because that would be —
At that moment, Sirius leaned in and kissed him right on the lips, and Remus immediately revised his hypothesis. All right, Sirius was saying what he thought he was saying, and — heavens, was he good with his tongue. Remus let himself be lost in his (as cliché as it was) dream come true for a moment, silently berating himself for not having spoken to Sirius sooner about this. Blasted hindsight.
"You," Sirius told him after he had finally pulled away a little, "have been the biggest tease I have ever had the misfortune to be chasing after."
Flushed and smiling, Remus couldn't even think of a proper response except to grab hold of Sirius and keep kissing him. He'd spent much too long running away to ever let him go again.
Remus/Sirius - The Art of Persistence {2/2}
"Sirius," Remus spluttered, wondering how Sirius had found him, only to spy the parchment map in Sirius's hand the next second. Curse that map, Remus sighed, face red and hoping that Sirius wouldn't ask him about it.
"We need to talk," Sirius said at once, and Remus froze, practically forcing himself to keep looking at Sirius and not turn away.
"About what?" he replied, trying to sound nonchalant, while his grip on his quill was practically fatal to the fragile thing.
Sirius was uncharacteristically quiet. Remus feared this was the end of everything he'd been working so hard to retain. Finally, when Sirius spoke, Remus had to stop himself from leaping up and trying to explain everything. "You've been acting strange, Moony." Now Remus was silent, so Sirius continued. "Is everything all right?"
"Everything's fine," Remus said, turning and attempting to sweep up the papers he had scattered across the table.
"No, everything's not 'fine,'" Sirius protested, striding forward and placing his hands on the table so Remus would stop fiddling with his things. "You've been avoiding us, going out alone a lot. Does this have anything to do with your — " He shrugged a shoulder. "You know, furry little problem?"
Remus shook his head. "No, Sirius, it doesn't. I told you, I'm fine."
"Stop lying, Remus, I can tell when you aren't being truthful" Sirius murmured, reaching out and putting a hand on Remus's shoulder. Remus could feel the warmth of Sirius's skin through his shirt, comforting and worried, and he stood up abruptly, batting Sirius's hand away. This was the final straw; Remus had to say something, normalness be damned.
"Sirius, I have been trying very hard to keep this friendship platonic," he said sharply, looking Sirius in the eyes as if daring him to interrupt. "But you, oh, you have been a perpetual nightmare — "
"Because I've been trying very hard to make it unplatonic!"
The first thing that came to Remus's mind was that "unplatonic" was not a word. The second thought was a confused, resounding, "oh." So Remus voiced this second thought out loud.
Sirius rolled his eyes as if he had been expecting this. "You twat, do you think I'd willingly sit around watching you do homework for fun? Because I wouldn't," he added, for extra emphasis.
Remus stared at him, still trying to process what was happening. Sirius couldn't possibly be saying what he thought he was saying, because that would be —
At that moment, Sirius leaned in and kissed him right on the lips, and Remus immediately revised his hypothesis. All right, Sirius was saying what he thought he was saying, and — heavens, was he good with his tongue. Remus let himself be lost in his (as cliché as it was) dream come true for a moment, silently berating himself for not having spoken to Sirius sooner about this. Blasted hindsight.
"You," Sirius told him after he had finally pulled away a little, "have been the biggest tease I have ever had the misfortune to be chasing after."
Flushed and smiling, Remus couldn't even think of a proper response except to grab hold of Sirius and keep kissing him. He'd spent much too long running away to ever let him go again.