Fic - R/S - The Tide Was Just Going Out
Title: The Tide Was Just Going Out
Author: lotherington
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 721
Genre: Mild angst
Summary: A day at the beach a few months after the boys have left school.
Author's Note: I'm really fond of this.
The tide was just going out at the beach that Remus had driven the two of them to in his dad’s old red mini. It wasn’t dark yet but it was getting there: the young families and elderly couples had long since packed up and headed back to their bed and breakfasts and sea-front hotels. Save for a dog walker and another young couple, Remus and Sirius had the beach to themselves.
They had finished school a month ago. Remus had managed to save enough money from the holiday jobs he’d had since he was sixteen for the deposit on a flat - or at least - half the deposit. Sirius had paid the rest, but it was nice, sharing something like that - something that was both of theirs. They probably wouldn’t be able to keep up the rent for very long and Remus would move back to Wales and Sirius would have some sort of granny annexe in James and Lily’s house, but it would be nice, for a while, at least.
They were running after one another, their feet and their speed sending the surf splashing up around them. Remus had his trousers rolled up to his knees and glanced back over his shoulder as he ran away from Sirius, whose hair was being blown behind him by the wind. They were both grinning, wider than they had done in a while. Remus looked less pale and tired, and Sirius’s temper appeared to be under control. The past few months had been fraught and full of worry; both of them, as well as James, Peter and Lily, had signed up for Dumbledore’s resistance movement, James’s dad had died, and if an argument could be picked, it generally had been.
Now, though...
‘You’re useless, Sirius!’ Remus shouted over his shoulder, laughing as he continued to run through the water, flicking his slightly over-long fringe out of his eyes.
‘I’ll show you useless, Lupin!’ Laughing, Sirius picked up speed, jumping over a wave that crashed to the shore, heading towards Remus, who was wading further into the water. Remus glanced back over his shoulder again and yelped when he saw how close Sirius had managed to get. ‘Who’s useless now?’ Sirius cried, making a lunge for Remus, his fingertips just brushing Remus’s shirt.
‘Get off me, you villain!’ Remus said, laughing still, splashing Sirius.
‘What was that, Moony? “Get me off, you villain,” is that what you said?’
Remus laughed harder, bent double, the seawater up to his knees, dampening the bottoms of his rolled-up trousers.
‘And you look like such an upstanding, clean-cut young fellow on the face of it...’
‘Shut up!’ Remus gasped, shoving Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius laughed. ‘You’re ridiculous,’ he said, shaking his head as he watched the boats move in the distance, his fingertips skimming the surface of the water.
‘You love me, though,’ Sirius returned, moving to stand behind Remus, looping his arms around Remus’s waist.
‘Yeah,’ Remus murmured, leaning back into Sirius’s warmth, closing his eyes and letting the dying sun warm the lines and contours of his face.
‘Good,’ Sirius said, kissing just behind Remus’s ear.
‘Good day today,’ Remus said quietly.
‘Very good day.’
‘We’d better make the most of these, hadn’t we? Days like this.’
‘Don’t talk like that.’
‘I’m right, though.’
‘You usually are.’
Remus turned and brushed his lips against Sirius’s, his eyes still closed. ‘I do love you,’ he murmured, resting his hands on top of Sirius’s and squeezing.
‘Good. I love you too.’
Remus smiled. ‘I know you do.’
They stood, knee-deep, until the wind picked up and it was a touch too cold for them to really be comfortable. Remus rolled down his trousers and Sirius finger-combed his hair and they climbed back into Remus’s dad’s old red mini, and Remus drove them away from the beach and the water and sundown and seagulls back to his parents’ house, where they’d stay the night before moving Remus and his books and his typewriter and his record player and his odds and ends to their cramped flat nestled into a corner of the dull roar of London.
It would be alright.
It would be alright.
Author: lotherington
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 721
Genre: Mild angst
Summary: A day at the beach a few months after the boys have left school.
Author's Note: I'm really fond of this.
The tide was just going out at the beach that Remus had driven the two of them to in his dad’s old red mini. It wasn’t dark yet but it was getting there: the young families and elderly couples had long since packed up and headed back to their bed and breakfasts and sea-front hotels. Save for a dog walker and another young couple, Remus and Sirius had the beach to themselves.
They had finished school a month ago. Remus had managed to save enough money from the holiday jobs he’d had since he was sixteen for the deposit on a flat - or at least - half the deposit. Sirius had paid the rest, but it was nice, sharing something like that - something that was both of theirs. They probably wouldn’t be able to keep up the rent for very long and Remus would move back to Wales and Sirius would have some sort of granny annexe in James and Lily’s house, but it would be nice, for a while, at least.
They were running after one another, their feet and their speed sending the surf splashing up around them. Remus had his trousers rolled up to his knees and glanced back over his shoulder as he ran away from Sirius, whose hair was being blown behind him by the wind. They were both grinning, wider than they had done in a while. Remus looked less pale and tired, and Sirius’s temper appeared to be under control. The past few months had been fraught and full of worry; both of them, as well as James, Peter and Lily, had signed up for Dumbledore’s resistance movement, James’s dad had died, and if an argument could be picked, it generally had been.
Now, though...
‘You’re useless, Sirius!’ Remus shouted over his shoulder, laughing as he continued to run through the water, flicking his slightly over-long fringe out of his eyes.
‘I’ll show you useless, Lupin!’ Laughing, Sirius picked up speed, jumping over a wave that crashed to the shore, heading towards Remus, who was wading further into the water. Remus glanced back over his shoulder again and yelped when he saw how close Sirius had managed to get. ‘Who’s useless now?’ Sirius cried, making a lunge for Remus, his fingertips just brushing Remus’s shirt.
‘Get off me, you villain!’ Remus said, laughing still, splashing Sirius.
‘What was that, Moony? “Get me off, you villain,” is that what you said?’
Remus laughed harder, bent double, the seawater up to his knees, dampening the bottoms of his rolled-up trousers.
‘And you look like such an upstanding, clean-cut young fellow on the face of it...’
‘Shut up!’ Remus gasped, shoving Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius laughed. ‘You’re ridiculous,’ he said, shaking his head as he watched the boats move in the distance, his fingertips skimming the surface of the water.
‘You love me, though,’ Sirius returned, moving to stand behind Remus, looping his arms around Remus’s waist.
‘Yeah,’ Remus murmured, leaning back into Sirius’s warmth, closing his eyes and letting the dying sun warm the lines and contours of his face.
‘Good,’ Sirius said, kissing just behind Remus’s ear.
‘Good day today,’ Remus said quietly.
‘Very good day.’
‘We’d better make the most of these, hadn’t we? Days like this.’
‘Don’t talk like that.’
‘I’m right, though.’
‘You usually are.’
Remus turned and brushed his lips against Sirius’s, his eyes still closed. ‘I do love you,’ he murmured, resting his hands on top of Sirius’s and squeezing.
‘Good. I love you too.’
Remus smiled. ‘I know you do.’
They stood, knee-deep, until the wind picked up and it was a touch too cold for them to really be comfortable. Remus rolled down his trousers and Sirius finger-combed his hair and they climbed back into Remus’s dad’s old red mini, and Remus drove them away from the beach and the water and sundown and seagulls back to his parents’ house, where they’d stay the night before moving Remus and his books and his typewriter and his record player and his odds and ends to their cramped flat nestled into a corner of the dull roar of London.
It would be alright.
It would be alright.