prompt 4:
Title: This is Unfamiliar Territory
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: Teen?
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to Jo.
Summary: Wherein there is Hamlet, fresh peaches, and a shade tree.
Prompt:
barefootboys - Prompt 4
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“That Shakespeare bloke again, Moony?” Sirius asked, scrunching his nose as he peered over Remus’ shoulder, one of the peaches from Mrs. Potter’s garden in his hand.
“Mmm,” Remus replied without looking up from the book he held in one hand as he leaned against an ancient shade tree in the Potter’s back yard.
“What’s he on about this time, eh?” Sirius copped a squat beside him, wincing as he was violated by a rather frisky root. Remus raised his eyes for a brief moment from his page, a spasm of amusement causing the corners of his mouth to curve upward as Sirius rubbed at his bum and shifted over.
“Oh, a bit of this. A bit of that,” He replied vaguely, his eyes falling back to the small black print.
“Think I won’t understand, do you?” Sirius asked rather defensively, which Remus thought was uncalled for. His intentions hadn’t been to insult Sirius, of course. He merely knew that Sirius usually preferred stabbing his own ears out with a rusty salad fork to anything that had anything to do with books, specifically one‘s that belonged to Moony and were old and dusty, and contained within the pages words such as “thou” and “hither.”
“Of course not,” He replied, offering Sirius an apologetic smile. “I’m reading Hamlet.”
“Ah,” Sirius nodded, taking a generous, sloppy bite of his peach. The sticky juices spread across his lips, giving them a glossy sheen in the dappled sunlight, seeped down the edges of his mouth, and a lone drop gracefully fell from the point of his chin to the ground. Remus licked his lips unconsciously.
“This is the very ecstasy of love,” Sirius quoted, staring only at the fleshy, light orange fruit he held between his fingers as he spoke. “Whose violent property fordoes itself.”
He looked at Remus briefly, eyes twinkling with mischief, then back at the fruit in his hand. Remus watched his teeth as they sank deep into the red and orange peach, watched as Sirius closed his eyes and his mouth around it, sucking in its sweet nectar before biting off a tasty, ripe piece.
“And leads the will to desperate undertakings,” Remus muttered, barely aware that it was his voice reciting the verse, every sense in his body attuned to one piece of fruit and one mouth and nothing more.
“Mmm,” Sirius hummed, glancing briefly at Remus out the corner of his eye. “As oft as any passion under heaven-”
“That does afflict our natures-”
Sirius’ mouth tasted and felt just like the peach he had dropped right before he attacked Remus and started kissing him; sweet, soft, and ripe. The fingers that curled around the back of Remus’ neck were sticky with liquid sugar and they pulled at the little hairs on the back of his neck when Sirius adjusted his hand to pull Remus deeper into the kiss. The sun had moved in the sky above, stealing between the gaps of the branches in the tree they were under, bathing them in filtered light and warmth.
Sirius pulled away at last, remembering the need for oxygen, panting like he’d just finished a marathon. Remus thought idly how he’d never seen Sirius blush before, and how terribly beautiful it was.
“Your book,” He said, the twinkle in his eyes returning. “It’s on the ground.”
Remus looked down and next to his thigh lay the book, its pages spread in earth and grass. “So it is,” he said, looking back into Sirius’ eyes, now sparkling from the patches of light that danced and flickered around them as the leaves on the branches swayed in the light breeze.
When Remus didn’t immediately go for the book, cast three different cleaning charms on it, and berate Sirius for distracting him and causing him to damage his only copy of Hamlet, Sirius didn’t exactly know what to say, or do, or anything. This part was new. Unexplored, unfamiliar territory and all that.
“Things are going to change,” He said, meaning for it to come out as a question rather than something he already knew the answer to.
“So it is,” Remus replied and summoned another peach.
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: Teen?
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to Jo.
Summary: Wherein there is Hamlet, fresh peaches, and a shade tree.
Prompt:
barefootboys - Prompt 4
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
“That Shakespeare bloke again, Moony?” Sirius asked, scrunching his nose as he peered over Remus’ shoulder, one of the peaches from Mrs. Potter’s garden in his hand.
“Mmm,” Remus replied without looking up from the book he held in one hand as he leaned against an ancient shade tree in the Potter’s back yard.
“What’s he on about this time, eh?” Sirius copped a squat beside him, wincing as he was violated by a rather frisky root. Remus raised his eyes for a brief moment from his page, a spasm of amusement causing the corners of his mouth to curve upward as Sirius rubbed at his bum and shifted over.
“Oh, a bit of this. A bit of that,” He replied vaguely, his eyes falling back to the small black print.
“Think I won’t understand, do you?” Sirius asked rather defensively, which Remus thought was uncalled for. His intentions hadn’t been to insult Sirius, of course. He merely knew that Sirius usually preferred stabbing his own ears out with a rusty salad fork to anything that had anything to do with books, specifically one‘s that belonged to Moony and were old and dusty, and contained within the pages words such as “thou” and “hither.”
“Of course not,” He replied, offering Sirius an apologetic smile. “I’m reading Hamlet.”
“Ah,” Sirius nodded, taking a generous, sloppy bite of his peach. The sticky juices spread across his lips, giving them a glossy sheen in the dappled sunlight, seeped down the edges of his mouth, and a lone drop gracefully fell from the point of his chin to the ground. Remus licked his lips unconsciously.
“This is the very ecstasy of love,” Sirius quoted, staring only at the fleshy, light orange fruit he held between his fingers as he spoke. “Whose violent property fordoes itself.”
He looked at Remus briefly, eyes twinkling with mischief, then back at the fruit in his hand. Remus watched his teeth as they sank deep into the red and orange peach, watched as Sirius closed his eyes and his mouth around it, sucking in its sweet nectar before biting off a tasty, ripe piece.
“And leads the will to desperate undertakings,” Remus muttered, barely aware that it was his voice reciting the verse, every sense in his body attuned to one piece of fruit and one mouth and nothing more.
“Mmm,” Sirius hummed, glancing briefly at Remus out the corner of his eye. “As oft as any passion under heaven-”
“That does afflict our natures-”
Sirius’ mouth tasted and felt just like the peach he had dropped right before he attacked Remus and started kissing him; sweet, soft, and ripe. The fingers that curled around the back of Remus’ neck were sticky with liquid sugar and they pulled at the little hairs on the back of his neck when Sirius adjusted his hand to pull Remus deeper into the kiss. The sun had moved in the sky above, stealing between the gaps of the branches in the tree they were under, bathing them in filtered light and warmth.
Sirius pulled away at last, remembering the need for oxygen, panting like he’d just finished a marathon. Remus thought idly how he’d never seen Sirius blush before, and how terribly beautiful it was.
“Your book,” He said, the twinkle in his eyes returning. “It’s on the ground.”
Remus looked down and next to his thigh lay the book, its pages spread in earth and grass. “So it is,” he said, looking back into Sirius’ eyes, now sparkling from the patches of light that danced and flickered around them as the leaves on the branches swayed in the light breeze.
When Remus didn’t immediately go for the book, cast three different cleaning charms on it, and berate Sirius for distracting him and causing him to damage his only copy of Hamlet, Sirius didn’t exactly know what to say, or do, or anything. This part was new. Unexplored, unfamiliar territory and all that.
“Things are going to change,” He said, meaning for it to come out as a question rather than something he already knew the answer to.
“So it is,” Remus replied and summoned another peach.