SURFACING INTO CONSCIOUSNESS
TITLE: Surfacing Into Consciousness
RATING: PG-13
LENGTH: 437 words
PAIRINGS: Remus/Sirius
ERA: Hogwarts, 6th Year
NOTES: Coincidentally timed for my first post at the_kennel! This fic is based in the communiquills universe, and is therefore totally dedicated to the Padfoot to my Moony, trickster_gryff/sethkyne_blue. Also thanks to _emeraldgreen, the aforementioned sethkyne_blue, and io_aenaria for beta help.
SURFACING INTO CONSCIOUSNESS
He awakes in a darkened room. As he surfaces into consciousness the lights come up slowly, letting his eyes adjust. The room isn't familiar at first, and he sits up with a start, a fist of panic clenching his heart; then his ears catch the light, breathy, snuffles of the boy curled up next to him, and the memories come rushing back. Sirius, special room, birthday, Sirius...skin. On cue he shivers; he is not wearing a shirt, and a quick turn to his left shows that Sirius is also naked from the waist up.
Remus smiles, a flush tinting his cheeks. This nap was well-deserved, as they covered a lot of ground before succumbing to sleep, both physically and emotionally. He looks over the expanse of Sirius's pale skin, blushing harder as his eyes encounter each reddened bruise, each mark Sirius had begged Remus to leave upon him.
Despite his best intentions, Remus still can't completely comprehend why Sirius would choose to take up with the likes of him. While Remus doesn't expect that there are loads of blokes willing to mess around with other blokes in the school, it is equally unlikely that Remus is the only option for Sirius. Plus, Sirius seems to like birds just fine as well, and certainly in that arena he is quite spoiled for choice.
But instead, Sirius seems fairly content to focus his time and efforts on Remus, and Remus supposes that he really shouldn't question it further.
In his sleep, Sirius stirs, reaching out into the warm imprint Remus left behind, whining like a puppy when his hand finds nothing but air. Remus turns and lies down on his side, smoothing his own hands over Sirius's arms, downwards until he's holding the questing hand. Lacing their fingers together, he brings it up to his lips, not quite kissing. Sirius relaxes, and mumbles something that is probably "Moony", curling closer, eager for contact.
The clock on the wall reads quarter-past late, and Remus knows they need to get back to the common room. James will come looking for Sirius, and if Sirius knows about this room, chances are high that he found it with James. Idly, Remus supposes that maybe he should be jealous of James, but it doesn't quite catch. And after all, here Remus is, groggy from two orgasms and a nap, and James is far away, maybe even lonely.
Remus does feel bad that he smiles the tiniest bit at the image of a lonely James.
He rolls a bit, and starts to press light kisses over Sirius's face, reluctantly putting an end to the afternoon.
End.
RATING: PG-13
LENGTH: 437 words
PAIRINGS: Remus/Sirius
ERA: Hogwarts, 6th Year
NOTES: Coincidentally timed for my first post at the_kennel! This fic is based in the communiquills universe, and is therefore totally dedicated to the Padfoot to my Moony, trickster_gryff/sethkyne_blue. Also thanks to _emeraldgreen, the aforementioned sethkyne_blue, and io_aenaria for beta help.
SURFACING INTO CONSCIOUSNESS
He awakes in a darkened room. As he surfaces into consciousness the lights come up slowly, letting his eyes adjust. The room isn't familiar at first, and he sits up with a start, a fist of panic clenching his heart; then his ears catch the light, breathy, snuffles of the boy curled up next to him, and the memories come rushing back. Sirius, special room, birthday, Sirius...skin. On cue he shivers; he is not wearing a shirt, and a quick turn to his left shows that Sirius is also naked from the waist up.
Remus smiles, a flush tinting his cheeks. This nap was well-deserved, as they covered a lot of ground before succumbing to sleep, both physically and emotionally. He looks over the expanse of Sirius's pale skin, blushing harder as his eyes encounter each reddened bruise, each mark Sirius had begged Remus to leave upon him.
Despite his best intentions, Remus still can't completely comprehend why Sirius would choose to take up with the likes of him. While Remus doesn't expect that there are loads of blokes willing to mess around with other blokes in the school, it is equally unlikely that Remus is the only option for Sirius. Plus, Sirius seems to like birds just fine as well, and certainly in that arena he is quite spoiled for choice.
But instead, Sirius seems fairly content to focus his time and efforts on Remus, and Remus supposes that he really shouldn't question it further.
In his sleep, Sirius stirs, reaching out into the warm imprint Remus left behind, whining like a puppy when his hand finds nothing but air. Remus turns and lies down on his side, smoothing his own hands over Sirius's arms, downwards until he's holding the questing hand. Lacing their fingers together, he brings it up to his lips, not quite kissing. Sirius relaxes, and mumbles something that is probably "Moony", curling closer, eager for contact.
The clock on the wall reads quarter-past late, and Remus knows they need to get back to the common room. James will come looking for Sirius, and if Sirius knows about this room, chances are high that he found it with James. Idly, Remus supposes that maybe he should be jealous of James, but it doesn't quite catch. And after all, here Remus is, groggy from two orgasms and a nap, and James is far away, maybe even lonely.
Remus does feel bad that he smiles the tiniest bit at the image of a lonely James.
He rolls a bit, and starts to press light kisses over Sirius's face, reluctantly putting an end to the afternoon.
End.