Six Months Overdue
Title: Six Months Overdue
Author: The Philosopher Fool
Rating: PG 13- light R
Pairing: R/S
Summary: First kisses. First touches. Overdue Lust
When they finally shared that first kiss, it was six months overdue. It was a marvel that the whole process was so simple: lips on lips, an obvious anatomical lesson that they both seemed to have missed along the way. All Sirius had to do was bend down and kiss Remus on the mouth, and then, there it was, feather-light and questioning. It was the kind of kiss that asked to be responded to. Remus replied, slow at first and then with growing need; a frantic answer to the growing tension that had been mounting for months.
They were backlit by an unnecessary darkness and an unexpected silence; everything was hard and fast and smooth that night. When the bed became too claustrophobic and too small for their bodies and limbs, they resorted to pressing each other against walls and dressers. They were overturning wastepaper baskets and all the smaller objects that had the audacity to get in the way of their six-month wait, their lust.
They were half naked in the common room, grinding their souls into the carpet. Remus found himself on top of this particular situation: perched, somewhat precariously, atop Sirius’ hip allowing him to looking down at his partner from a place of ethereal high. A smile looked up at Remus, oddly out of place amidst the furious, frantic passion. It was a beautiful, toothy little smile that seems to glow white in the black and shine brightly out of place against Sirius’ tanned skin.
“You are beautiful.” Sirius reached up, almost as if he wanted to grab at the sides of Remus’ face, touch him there, but settled instead for the delicate nipple and the scarred chest.
And then they rolled, rolled until they were tangled up in limbs, and legs and blueblue broken moonlight. Possessed with a courage and life entirely separate of its master, Remus’ rebel hand was able to find comfortable sanctuary on the small of Sirius’ back. At the alien pressure, Sirius broke the kiss as his mouth split into a grin. Remus tried to kiss at the mouth, but got caught on the tight thin smile that was laughing at him in the darkness.
“Are you…smiling?” Remus asked, uncertainly. Everything seemed far too serious for smiling and laughing.
“We should have done this ages ago,” Sirius declared. Remus blushed scarlet but no one saw. Instead he tucked his head down on Sirius’ chest and grunted in affirmation.
Sirius felt the heat of the burn against his own cheeks but decided against making a joke of it. Remus could have said anything about how long he had waited wanting. He could have sobbed beautiful poetics all over his lover’s chest, declaring poetic half lies and brilliant truths, if Remus had been that sort of person. He could have said anything and everything but he couldn’t find the words. Instead they lay in the silence, Remus secretly proud of the frenzied pounding of Sirius’ heart, secretly proud he caused it.
The silence of the room became overwhelming. All that needed to be said lingered and all that could not be said threatened to come out. They lay not kissing for a few more moments before Sirius declared, “Well, I’ve certainly waited long enough. There needs to be more kisses this instant to make up for the previous lack of.”
A/N: Feedback is love. Always looking for constructive criticism, friends and comments.
Author: The Philosopher Fool
Rating: PG 13- light R
Pairing: R/S
Summary: First kisses. First touches. Overdue Lust
When they finally shared that first kiss, it was six months overdue. It was a marvel that the whole process was so simple: lips on lips, an obvious anatomical lesson that they both seemed to have missed along the way. All Sirius had to do was bend down and kiss Remus on the mouth, and then, there it was, feather-light and questioning. It was the kind of kiss that asked to be responded to. Remus replied, slow at first and then with growing need; a frantic answer to the growing tension that had been mounting for months.
They were backlit by an unnecessary darkness and an unexpected silence; everything was hard and fast and smooth that night. When the bed became too claustrophobic and too small for their bodies and limbs, they resorted to pressing each other against walls and dressers. They were overturning wastepaper baskets and all the smaller objects that had the audacity to get in the way of their six-month wait, their lust.
They were half naked in the common room, grinding their souls into the carpet. Remus found himself on top of this particular situation: perched, somewhat precariously, atop Sirius’ hip allowing him to looking down at his partner from a place of ethereal high. A smile looked up at Remus, oddly out of place amidst the furious, frantic passion. It was a beautiful, toothy little smile that seems to glow white in the black and shine brightly out of place against Sirius’ tanned skin.
“You are beautiful.” Sirius reached up, almost as if he wanted to grab at the sides of Remus’ face, touch him there, but settled instead for the delicate nipple and the scarred chest.
And then they rolled, rolled until they were tangled up in limbs, and legs and blueblue broken moonlight. Possessed with a courage and life entirely separate of its master, Remus’ rebel hand was able to find comfortable sanctuary on the small of Sirius’ back. At the alien pressure, Sirius broke the kiss as his mouth split into a grin. Remus tried to kiss at the mouth, but got caught on the tight thin smile that was laughing at him in the darkness.
“Are you…smiling?” Remus asked, uncertainly. Everything seemed far too serious for smiling and laughing.
“We should have done this ages ago,” Sirius declared. Remus blushed scarlet but no one saw. Instead he tucked his head down on Sirius’ chest and grunted in affirmation.
Sirius felt the heat of the burn against his own cheeks but decided against making a joke of it. Remus could have said anything about how long he had waited wanting. He could have sobbed beautiful poetics all over his lover’s chest, declaring poetic half lies and brilliant truths, if Remus had been that sort of person. He could have said anything and everything but he couldn’t find the words. Instead they lay in the silence, Remus secretly proud of the frenzied pounding of Sirius’ heart, secretly proud he caused it.
The silence of the room became overwhelming. All that needed to be said lingered and all that could not be said threatened to come out. They lay not kissing for a few more moments before Sirius declared, “Well, I’ve certainly waited long enough. There needs to be more kisses this instant to make up for the previous lack of.”
A/N: Feedback is love. Always looking for constructive criticism, friends and comments.