burning up the black space
Just a bit of Harry Potter fic, old school style Puppy Love. Mostly posted here for archival reasons. Title's from Something Corporate's "Down".
burning up the black space
(367 words) // (Remus/Sirius)
His eyes are wide in the dark, pupils swollen and almost eclipsing the gray. He points into the blackness and Remus follows his long finger to the stars.
“There. That one’s my favorite,” Sirius says, tracing a constellation outline quickly. Remus rolls his eyes when it clicks in his head a second later.
“Of course it is, you idiot; it’s Canis Major,” he grumbles. “And let me guess, the really bright star is your favorite star?”
Sirius nods enthusiastically, smirk spreading into a grin. Remus ignores it and focuses his keen eyes on other stars. It works for a minute or so, and then there’s Sirius’s finger prodding him, pushing against his ribs in the most ticklish fashion. Remus gasps and scoots away in defense as Sirius’s laugh rolls gently around them and just over the edge of the Astronomy Tower.
“Bugger,” Remus mutters, settling down again. Sirius just smiles and ruffles Remus’s hair fondly.
“You love it.”
Remus smiles a little at that, content with the fingers still petting his head, trailing whisper-fine lines where his neck begins. Maybe, he thinks, maybe Sirius is named aptly, more aptly than most at least. Maybe he is like the brightest star Remus can see, because really? Remus can’t ignore him, and he definitely does not just go away. Remus can shield his eyes and try, but he can’t completely block Sirius out, never has been able to. He’s always there, glinting around the edges, insistently outlining his palm. So Remus always lowers his hand eventually, giving in to the warm glow.
“Moony?”
“Yeah?”
And Sirius is right there, nuzzled against his side like the dog he is. His chin pressing into Remus’s shoulder. “What’s your favorite star?”
You shouldn’t ask questions you already know the answers to, Remus thinks, but he doesn’t say it; he holds it in. Holds it in like the air that’s caught in his throat as Sirius kisses an imaginary constellation on Remus’s neck and jaw and just under his ear. When Sirius gets to the corner of his lips and pulls away, Remus lets out a shaky breath. Sirius grins before leaning down again.
“Yeah,” he says against Remus’s mouth, “I thought so.”
burning up the black space
(367 words) // (Remus/Sirius)
His eyes are wide in the dark, pupils swollen and almost eclipsing the gray. He points into the blackness and Remus follows his long finger to the stars.
“There. That one’s my favorite,” Sirius says, tracing a constellation outline quickly. Remus rolls his eyes when it clicks in his head a second later.
“Of course it is, you idiot; it’s Canis Major,” he grumbles. “And let me guess, the really bright star is your favorite star?”
Sirius nods enthusiastically, smirk spreading into a grin. Remus ignores it and focuses his keen eyes on other stars. It works for a minute or so, and then there’s Sirius’s finger prodding him, pushing against his ribs in the most ticklish fashion. Remus gasps and scoots away in defense as Sirius’s laugh rolls gently around them and just over the edge of the Astronomy Tower.
“Bugger,” Remus mutters, settling down again. Sirius just smiles and ruffles Remus’s hair fondly.
“You love it.”
Remus smiles a little at that, content with the fingers still petting his head, trailing whisper-fine lines where his neck begins. Maybe, he thinks, maybe Sirius is named aptly, more aptly than most at least. Maybe he is like the brightest star Remus can see, because really? Remus can’t ignore him, and he definitely does not just go away. Remus can shield his eyes and try, but he can’t completely block Sirius out, never has been able to. He’s always there, glinting around the edges, insistently outlining his palm. So Remus always lowers his hand eventually, giving in to the warm glow.
“Moony?”
“Yeah?”
And Sirius is right there, nuzzled against his side like the dog he is. His chin pressing into Remus’s shoulder. “What’s your favorite star?”
You shouldn’t ask questions you already know the answers to, Remus thinks, but he doesn’t say it; he holds it in. Holds it in like the air that’s caught in his throat as Sirius kisses an imaginary constellation on Remus’s neck and jaw and just under his ear. When Sirius gets to the corner of his lips and pulls away, Remus lets out a shaky breath. Sirius grins before leaning down again.
“Yeah,” he says against Remus’s mouth, “I thought so.”