FIC: Drabbles, fourth batch
Thank you, moondagny, for betaing these. ♥
for _emeraldgreen
Sirius/James
"stupid competitions"
PG
271 words
The hot summer air wafted through the undergrowth to where a thirteen year-old James was sitting hunched over, eyes closed with his feet dangling in the cool water of the brook near his parents' house. Sirius, strands of his long hair plastered against his temples, was cooling his wrists in the water, but relief was anything but instant.
"James…" he complained. "It's bloody hot."
"Do tell," retorted James feebly.
Sirius sat down next to him, also sticking his feet into the water, and asked:
"Have you ever kissed someone?"
"Um… My parents? Grandparents? Annoying distant aunts and uncles?"
Sirius gave him a light punch on the shoulder.
"Not like that, you idiot. I mean real kissing. Snogging."
James shook his head, reluctantly though, and asked back:
"Have you?"
"No."
James smirked at him.
"I bet I'll be first."
Underwater, Sirius kicked him in the shin.
"Oi!" protested James and kicked back.
Predictably, the exchange escalated between shouts of Liar!, Wanker!, and Mama's boy! until Sirius, struggling under James at that point, growled:
"Who'd kiss you anyway?!"
James stopped for a moment, raising his hand for real leverage with a furious expression on his face. A split second later, Sirius pulled him down and pressed their lips together. Several clashings of teeth and one bit lip later, he let him go.
"Apparently you would," remarked James.
Sirius squirmed beneath him, nursing his swelling lip.
"Well, someone had to shut you up about that stupid competition thing you were trying to impose on me."
"Admit it," James goaded. "You liked it!"
"Yes, yes," answered Sirius impatiently. "And now get off me, you're warm."
for westwardlee
Kingsley Shacklebolt/Gideon Prewett
"seaside"
PG
240 words
Boy, am I mean to Gideon. *g*
Gideon had just settled down onto his beach towel, when Kingsley pulled his jumper over his head, revealing a thin sliver of smooth, dark skin; skin whose texture was beyond silky, stretching firmly over a sleekly muscled body without so much as a single blemish. Skin that Gideon had touched only half an hour ago when he had greeted Kingsley with a jovial handshake, because Maura would probably have been less than impressed with anything quite so intimate as a peck on the cheek.
Never mind the full-blown snogging they had done the day before.
Meanwhile, Kingsley had proceeded to removing his trousers. Full-length ones, because Santini, his ever-graceful Italian cousin, had impressed upon him the importance of never giving in to the eyesore of shorts. Generally, this was sound advice, but as Kingsley shook his trousers off, Gideon couldn't help admire the beautiful pair of legs in front of his eyes. He let his gaze slowly travel up from Kingsley's ankles, over the shapely calves, knees, thighs-
Merlin! Gideon swallowed hard. Those swimming trunks were well skimpier than could be legal.
Finally, Kingsley pulled off his shirt and flung it at Gideon.
"What's with you, Mr Prewett?"
In agony, Gideon closed his eyes. What a spectacularly bad idea to come here! But the whisper in his ear made him shiver:
"Don't you like what you've seen?"
What had ever possessed him to agree to this day at the seaside?
for miss__sophia
Remus/Sirius
no prompt
PG
273 words
Remus was sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a nice cup of tea while leafing through the day's Prophet. Next to him, the kneazle sat on the windowsill, purring whenever Remus ran a hand over its back.
Suddenly, there was a crash and clattering sounds in the hallway that made him jump, hastily drawing his wand, until he heard Sirius' customary Hey Moony. He settled down again, petting the kneazle, who hadn't even so much as opened its eyes properly.
"Look, Moony," exclaimed Sirius, bursting into the kitchen. "I went shopping."
He raised a number of bags and parcels, which until a minute ago had probably neatly fit into the pockets of his robes.
"Merlin, have you cleaned out Madam Malkin's?" asked Remus.
Instead of answering, Sirius flashed him a brilliant smile, shook his head and departed, only to return again not two minutes later. Remus didn't even look up from his paper, but then he smelled something he hadn't encountered in a long while.
Dragon hide.
He raised his eyes, took in the sight before him and blinked. Sirius had changed into a pair of trousers he had obviously just acquired. Skin tight and smooth, the subtly shimmering, scaly material accentuated his narrow hips - and a lot more.
"Do you like them?" asked Sirius with a wide smirk.
Remus gulped.
"That's good then," Sirius went on. "Because I bought them for your amusement."
"Liar," retorted Remus. "You bought them for your own amusement over my reaction."
Sirius smiled wickedly.
"Maybe…" he conceded. "But as you'll be the one taking them off me, I'm not wholly selfish. At least I hope I'm not."
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