justprompts: First kisses.
"The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender." -Emil Ludwig
into the unknown; we're lost in this but it feels like home.'>Remus tried to ignore the steady drumming of fingertips on the table, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't. He would try to drown the sound by writing as fast as he could, so that the scratches of the quill upon the parchment could somehow distract him, but it was pointless. It just kept going. And, it seemed, it just kept getting louder and louder by the second. It was a wonder no one else in the library heard it.
Then again, it was already getting late. There were very few people still lingering around.
Finally giving up, he sighed under his breath and let the quill drop as he turned to Sirius, who was sitting across from him. "Do you have to keep doing that?"
Sirius blinked out of the apparent day dream he had been in, and frowned slightly in confusion. "...keep doing what?"
"The...tapping or whatever it is you're doing. Are you that bored?"
"Yes, actually. I thought you'd be done with your homework by now."
Remus sighed again, raking his fingers through his hair. "I finished the things I missed the days I was in the infirmary. I still need to finish what's due tomorrow." A beat. "You don't have to wait for me. I mean, I appreciate it but you don't have to stay here if you don't want to."
"I know," Sirius responded with a nod, and then he shrugged. "I don't mind waiting." He paused for a moment, and then his brow furrowed in confusion once more. "Wait, but I was distracting you?"
"Yes."
"...are you still not feeling all right?"
Now it was Remus' turn to frown, confused. "I'm fine. Why?"
Managing to keep his laugh under his breath, Sirius shook his head slightly. "Do you know how hard it is to really distract you, Moony? When I try I usually can't do it, and you're telling me I was doing it without even meaning it?"
And that was all it took for Remus to pick up his quill, to try and pretend as if he was working again. Maybe that way he would be able to hide the way his cheeks reddened in the slightest. "Yes well, I'm not sure what happened. I just..."
Sirius waited to hear what Remus had to say but, when he didn't and he simply continued writing something on the parchment, he leaned slightly towards him as his brow furrowed once more. "You just...?"
Remus didn't turn to look at him at first, because he could still feel the back of his neck burning a little. Was he really supposed to finish that sentence there, in the library? But as he felt Sirius' breath so close to him, as he could smell his scent so easily, the words that kept flowing onto the parchment seemed to die down. Ever since Sirius had gotten out of detention that afternoon, and had taken a seat across from him, Remus had gotten the urge to take his hand and find some spot where they could hide for a few hours. He knew he had work to finish, of course, but that didn't mean that the urge wasn't there. On the contrary, it had only gotten stronger with each minute that passed by.
"Moony," Sirius tried again, lowering his voice. "What's the matter?"
Finally turning to him, he opened his mouth to answer but no sound came out. Merlin, he thought, how had Sirius managed to get under his skin so easily and so deeply? Did he know that he had? Did anyone else know?
As he stared at him, however, the thoughts seemed so far away that he didn't even dwell on them once they crossed his mind. He just stared at him, a sort of buzz running through his body, and without any more hesitation he leaned towards him to do the first thing his mind could actually concentrate on.
Breaking the distance between them, he kissed him, wanting to once more have that taste of his lips that he had drowned in last time.
This was the first time Remus kissed him in such a public setting. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and a part of him knew they probably shouldn't be doing this in the library, of all places, but he didn't care. He really, really didn't. All he cared about was that kiss.
All he cared about, all he could focus on, was Sirius.
When the need for air made them pull back slightly, Remus' lips quirked upwards as he watched the grin that grew on those lips he had just snogged, and that he already wanted to snog again. "I should be able to concentrate better now, I think."
ooc: ...okay so that isn't the very first kiss, but he still insists it counts. Because, as he said here, he's not giving out details on that very first snogging session thanks. ;)
into the unknown; we're lost in this but it feels like home.'>Remus tried to ignore the steady drumming of fingertips on the table, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't. He would try to drown the sound by writing as fast as he could, so that the scratches of the quill upon the parchment could somehow distract him, but it was pointless. It just kept going. And, it seemed, it just kept getting louder and louder by the second. It was a wonder no one else in the library heard it.
Then again, it was already getting late. There were very few people still lingering around.
Finally giving up, he sighed under his breath and let the quill drop as he turned to Sirius, who was sitting across from him. "Do you have to keep doing that?"
Sirius blinked out of the apparent day dream he had been in, and frowned slightly in confusion. "...keep doing what?"
"The...tapping or whatever it is you're doing. Are you that bored?"
"Yes, actually. I thought you'd be done with your homework by now."
Remus sighed again, raking his fingers through his hair. "I finished the things I missed the days I was in the infirmary. I still need to finish what's due tomorrow." A beat. "You don't have to wait for me. I mean, I appreciate it but you don't have to stay here if you don't want to."
"I know," Sirius responded with a nod, and then he shrugged. "I don't mind waiting." He paused for a moment, and then his brow furrowed in confusion once more. "Wait, but I was distracting you?"
"Yes."
"...are you still not feeling all right?"
Now it was Remus' turn to frown, confused. "I'm fine. Why?"
Managing to keep his laugh under his breath, Sirius shook his head slightly. "Do you know how hard it is to really distract you, Moony? When I try I usually can't do it, and you're telling me I was doing it without even meaning it?"
And that was all it took for Remus to pick up his quill, to try and pretend as if he was working again. Maybe that way he would be able to hide the way his cheeks reddened in the slightest. "Yes well, I'm not sure what happened. I just..."
Sirius waited to hear what Remus had to say but, when he didn't and he simply continued writing something on the parchment, he leaned slightly towards him as his brow furrowed once more. "You just...?"
Remus didn't turn to look at him at first, because he could still feel the back of his neck burning a little. Was he really supposed to finish that sentence there, in the library? But as he felt Sirius' breath so close to him, as he could smell his scent so easily, the words that kept flowing onto the parchment seemed to die down. Ever since Sirius had gotten out of detention that afternoon, and had taken a seat across from him, Remus had gotten the urge to take his hand and find some spot where they could hide for a few hours. He knew he had work to finish, of course, but that didn't mean that the urge wasn't there. On the contrary, it had only gotten stronger with each minute that passed by.
"Moony," Sirius tried again, lowering his voice. "What's the matter?"
Finally turning to him, he opened his mouth to answer but no sound came out. Merlin, he thought, how had Sirius managed to get under his skin so easily and so deeply? Did he know that he had? Did anyone else know?
As he stared at him, however, the thoughts seemed so far away that he didn't even dwell on them once they crossed his mind. He just stared at him, a sort of buzz running through his body, and without any more hesitation he leaned towards him to do the first thing his mind could actually concentrate on.
Breaking the distance between them, he kissed him, wanting to once more have that taste of his lips that he had drowned in last time.
This was the first time Remus kissed him in such a public setting. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and a part of him knew they probably shouldn't be doing this in the library, of all places, but he didn't care. He really, really didn't. All he cared about was that kiss.
All he cared about, all he could focus on, was Sirius.
When the need for air made them pull back slightly, Remus' lips quirked upwards as he watched the grin that grew on those lips he had just snogged, and that he already wanted to snog again. "I should be able to concentrate better now, I think."
ooc: ...okay so that isn't the very first kiss, but he still insists it counts. Because, as he said here, he's not giving out details on that very first snogging session thanks. ;)