Fic: HP, (r/s), ficlet, "stammered"
Title: "stammered"
Word Count: ~750
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: PG
Warnings: One F-bomb
Characters; Pairings: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and not mine. I make no profit from this piece of fiction. Cut text by Walt Whitman.
Summary: It's like they don't even know how to talk to each other without James and Peter around. It's been like this for months. And something has to change.
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. MWPP are in their Fifth Year. For ceredwensirius, who asked for fluff, and received. ♥
“I wish the sun would set faster,” Sirius whines, lobbing another stone into the Great Lake. “There’s got to be some sort of magic to help it.”
“I think it’s doing rather fine on its own,” Remus says quietly, a half-smile still present in his tired voice as he nudges another stone closer to Sirius’ reach with his foot.
“I want to check out that clearing again tonight, closer to the west edge of the Forest,” says James, stealing the stone from Sirius, who grins and dodges sideways as James makes to chuck it at his head, twisting his wrist at the last second to send it into the Lake with a dull splash.
“Didn’t Remus almost attack a unicorn there last month?” Peter sounds suspicious, but Sirius just laughs.
“Honestly, Wormy, I thought rats were supposed to have sharper eyes in the dark than that. Clearly,” he says, an air of hushed authority coming over him, “Moony attacked a centaur.”
“Bollocks,” says Peter immediately, though failing to hide the current of nervousness strung in his voice, “if Moony’d attacked a centaur, we’dve known about it.”
“Oh, no, Petey,” James continues, flicking a look to Sirius that clearly meant business. “I daresay that we’ve started a full-on, werewolf-centaur war.”
Peter squirms. Remus raises an amused eyebrow.
“Yeah,” says Sirus, positioning himself shoulder to shoulder with James, something in the lines of his body beginning to look positively predatory.
“It could be catastrophic,” adds James, “I mean, just think about it - all those arrows, beasts of the Forest out against a tiny, little rat - ”
“Bugger off, you two, that’s - that’s rubbish,” Peter squeaks. James pounces, and, laughing, he and Peter take off at a run. Remus leans back against the tree and smiles as he watches the two of them race across the grounds, James slipping easily into the stag to chase his friend.
Sirius settles back on his haunches next to Remus, his grin widening as he laughs. Remus drops his gaze to his lap, shaking his head and smiling.
“They’ll be off for a while, I expect. James’ been needing to run off some energy.” Sirius looks quickly at Remus, a sharp edge of nervousness he couldn’t entirely explain cutting around the vowels.
“Hopefully he’ll save some of it for tonight,” Remus says, reaching forward from where he was sitting and picking up another stone. He turns it over in his hands, looking at the different flecks of - what was that? quartzite? - on its surface.
“It’s pretty,” Sirius says suddenly, and Remus looks up. Sirius’ face is caught in the sunset, his cheeks a flush pink, though it’s only the reflection from the lake.
“What?” Remus’ breath catches in his throat.
“The - stone. It’s pretty.”
“Oh.”
Sirius looks out towards the lake. Remus pretends to look back at his rock.
“I thought maybe - ”
“Moony, I just - ”
They both stop; laugh.
“Sorry.”
“Yeah, sorry.” Sirius flashes a grin. They both look in opposite directions across the Lake. Neither can see Prongs and Wormtail anymore, and it seems to matter.
“Moony,” Sirius bursts, and Remus turns instantly to look back at him. “Moony, how long are we - is this going to - ”
“I don’t - ”
“Moony, do you even - ” Sirius’ lips part, and Remus feels exactly the same as he has for past few months, since he caught Sirius snogging Elias Meridian behind Greenhouse Two at the beginning of the year, like they don’t even know how to talk to each other anymore without James and Peter around, because if either one opens his mouth, everything’ll be ruined, and there’ll be no going back.
“I just - Moony, I just - ”
And then Sirius Black’s fingers wrap around Remus’ wrist, and his other hand is on Remus’ thigh, and Remus makes a little noise that shoots straight to Sirius’ groin and he closes his eyes, and thank bloody Merlin that they are kissing, and kissing, and both of them are terrified.
“I wanted it to be you,” Sirius breathes, his words hot against Remus’ cheek, grip tight enough that Remus doesn’t dare move, not that he wants to. “I’ve - probably just fucked everything up, or - will, at any rate, but I - thought you should know. I wanted it to be you, instead.”
Remus kisses him again, their second kiss, though he isn’t counting, neither of them are, and neither of them count their third and fourth, because they know none of them will be the last.
Word Count: ~750
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: PG
Warnings: One F-bomb
Characters; Pairings: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and not mine. I make no profit from this piece of fiction. Cut text by Walt Whitman.
Summary: It's like they don't even know how to talk to each other without James and Peter around. It's been like this for months. And something has to change.
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. MWPP are in their Fifth Year. For ceredwensirius, who asked for fluff, and received. ♥
“I wish the sun would set faster,” Sirius whines, lobbing another stone into the Great Lake. “There’s got to be some sort of magic to help it.”
“I think it’s doing rather fine on its own,” Remus says quietly, a half-smile still present in his tired voice as he nudges another stone closer to Sirius’ reach with his foot.
“I want to check out that clearing again tonight, closer to the west edge of the Forest,” says James, stealing the stone from Sirius, who grins and dodges sideways as James makes to chuck it at his head, twisting his wrist at the last second to send it into the Lake with a dull splash.
“Didn’t Remus almost attack a unicorn there last month?” Peter sounds suspicious, but Sirius just laughs.
“Honestly, Wormy, I thought rats were supposed to have sharper eyes in the dark than that. Clearly,” he says, an air of hushed authority coming over him, “Moony attacked a centaur.”
“Bollocks,” says Peter immediately, though failing to hide the current of nervousness strung in his voice, “if Moony’d attacked a centaur, we’dve known about it.”
“Oh, no, Petey,” James continues, flicking a look to Sirius that clearly meant business. “I daresay that we’ve started a full-on, werewolf-centaur war.”
Peter squirms. Remus raises an amused eyebrow.
“Yeah,” says Sirus, positioning himself shoulder to shoulder with James, something in the lines of his body beginning to look positively predatory.
“It could be catastrophic,” adds James, “I mean, just think about it - all those arrows, beasts of the Forest out against a tiny, little rat - ”
“Bugger off, you two, that’s - that’s rubbish,” Peter squeaks. James pounces, and, laughing, he and Peter take off at a run. Remus leans back against the tree and smiles as he watches the two of them race across the grounds, James slipping easily into the stag to chase his friend.
Sirius settles back on his haunches next to Remus, his grin widening as he laughs. Remus drops his gaze to his lap, shaking his head and smiling.
“They’ll be off for a while, I expect. James’ been needing to run off some energy.” Sirius looks quickly at Remus, a sharp edge of nervousness he couldn’t entirely explain cutting around the vowels.
“Hopefully he’ll save some of it for tonight,” Remus says, reaching forward from where he was sitting and picking up another stone. He turns it over in his hands, looking at the different flecks of - what was that? quartzite? - on its surface.
“It’s pretty,” Sirius says suddenly, and Remus looks up. Sirius’ face is caught in the sunset, his cheeks a flush pink, though it’s only the reflection from the lake.
“What?” Remus’ breath catches in his throat.
“The - stone. It’s pretty.”
“Oh.”
Sirius looks out towards the lake. Remus pretends to look back at his rock.
“I thought maybe - ”
“Moony, I just - ”
They both stop; laugh.
“Sorry.”
“Yeah, sorry.” Sirius flashes a grin. They both look in opposite directions across the Lake. Neither can see Prongs and Wormtail anymore, and it seems to matter.
“Moony,” Sirius bursts, and Remus turns instantly to look back at him. “Moony, how long are we - is this going to - ”
“I don’t - ”
“Moony, do you even - ” Sirius’ lips part, and Remus feels exactly the same as he has for past few months, since he caught Sirius snogging Elias Meridian behind Greenhouse Two at the beginning of the year, like they don’t even know how to talk to each other anymore without James and Peter around, because if either one opens his mouth, everything’ll be ruined, and there’ll be no going back.
“I just - Moony, I just - ”
And then Sirius Black’s fingers wrap around Remus’ wrist, and his other hand is on Remus’ thigh, and Remus makes a little noise that shoots straight to Sirius’ groin and he closes his eyes, and thank bloody Merlin that they are kissing, and kissing, and both of them are terrified.
“I wanted it to be you,” Sirius breathes, his words hot against Remus’ cheek, grip tight enough that Remus doesn’t dare move, not that he wants to. “I’ve - probably just fucked everything up, or - will, at any rate, but I - thought you should know. I wanted it to be you, instead.”
Remus kisses him again, their second kiss, though he isn’t counting, neither of them are, and neither of them count their third and fourth, because they know none of them will be the last.