Fic: And Somewhere They're Dancing the Night Away Madly for museinabsentia
Title: And Somewhere They’re Dancing the Night Away Madly
Author: grandilloquism
Recipient: museinabsentia
Rating: PG
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *mentions of smoking, mildly intoxicated snogging*
Word count: 1050
Summary: A little dancing in the street at midnight, and a first kiss.
Notes: museinabsentia, my dear, I hope you like it very much, and I wish you the very happiest of holidays.
The party wasn’t very large, but Remus had been forced to make his escape, regardless. It had been hot and cramped in the little pub where half of their year had crammed themselves, celebrating their first New Year out of school. It had been strange, to see so many familiar faces in such an unfamiliar setting, in unfamiliar clothes and with unfamiliar haircuts.
The night was wretchedly cold after the warm press of the pub, but the air was crisp and sharp in his lungs, enervating. He was playing a sort of Schroedinger’s cigarettes with himself- so long as he did not reach into his jacket pocket and confirm that he had finished off his pack with the coffee he’d sneaked while not quite on his lunch break, then there was still the possibility of one more being left.
He had almost worked his way up to checking, the nicotine craving too insidious out in the open with nothing for his hands to do, when the pub door flew open, spilling out light and the din of twenty-odd eighteen year olds, ringing in the new year.
Sirius came strolling out, his hands stuffed into his pockets and nothing but an out sized jumper protecting him from the brisk London chill.
“If you catch cold,” Remus said, leaning himself more comfortably against the brick, “because you’re trying to look cool, I shan’t feel sorry for you.”
Sirius grinned at him, easy and bright, and Remus’ stomach clenched, quite against his will. “Moony,” he said, low and warm, closing the distance between them with a few long-legged steps. “How’d I know you’d be out being a stick in the mud somewhere?”
“Your keen intuition, I’m sure,” Remus replied dryly, steadfastly ignoring the heat of Sirius’ body as he pressed rather too close for comfort, so that Remus could smell the cedar and spice of him underneath the clinging bar scent.
Sirius’ laugh echoed in the little backstreet, ringing back at them. “That’s it,” he nodded, with the easy agreeableness of the comfortably intoxicated. “I sensed it,” he said, “with my Moony senses.”
Remus made a dismissive sound, caught somewhere between a scoff and a snort, and Sirius chuckled, and began worming his hands into the open front of Remus’ jacket. “No!” he protested, half laughing. "I refuse-,"
“Cold,” Sirius broke in, so pitifully that Remus found it difficult in the extreme to deny him. Sirius made a pleased noise at the lack of resistance, wrapping his arms firmly around Remus, his cold hands pressed into Remus’ warm back, his chin balanced on Remus’ shoulder. “Moony,” he murmured, contentedly, and nosed a little at his ear.
His heart beat wildly against his ribs. “Sirius,” he said uneasily. “I can’t-. You shouldn’t, if you don’t,” he stuttered and stalled, Sirius’ breath humid on his neck.
“Remus,” Sirius said, with a wicked smile in his voice. Then he was pushing a little, then pulling, leading Remus in a shuffling little waltz on the cobblestones in a back street of wizarding London, humming a little off-key melody in Remus’ ear and his fingers keeping time on Remus’ ribcage.
Despite the cool night Remus felt very warm, his cheeks flushed and sweat beading at his hairline, conscious of the line of Sirius’ body pressed up against his.
“Remus,” Sirius said again, very gravely as he spun them easily about. “Did you know,” he said, then paused, frowning. “Did you know that I fancy you?”
Remus’ entire being seemed to lurch, and he shook his head mutely. “I-” he croaked, then cleared his throat. “No, I didn’t.”
Sirius nodded, still with an air of gravity. “No,” he agreed, “I thought not.” Then he was leaning forward, and Remus only had a moment to prepare himself before Sirius’ mouth was pressing against his, lips warm and chapped and tasting of grapefruit and gin.
It was a chaste, dry kiss, but it curled Remus’ toes with its sweetness, and left his heart hammering double time in his throat.
Sirius withdrew for but a moment, staring focused into Remus’ face, before leaning back in, and Remus matched him a little better this time, wrapping an arm around him and curling his hand around the nape of Sirius' neck, finding a better angle for them to press against each other.
Sirius’ breath hitched, and Remus tightened his grip convulsively, tilting back Sirius’ head and opening his mouth, kissing intent and needful for a moment before Sirius broke off, his breath great white plumes in the air as he panted against Remus’ cheek.
“Moony,” he said, his voice a little rough now. They had paused in their dancing, and Sirius, as if realizing this, led them on again, shuffling them about in half-time.
“Padfoot,” Remus began to say, but was cut off. From inside the pub the countdown had been taken up-
“TEN!”
Sirius grinned at him, all predatory glint of teeth and shining eyes.
“NINE!”
Remus made a face back, rolling his eyes, but couldn’t stop the grin from creeping up, pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“EIGHT!”
He gave in to the ludicrousy of the moment, reaching up to splay his hand across Sirius’ cheek, his fingers seemingly under their own command as they traced the fine ridge of bone.
“SEVEN!”
Sirius’ smile changed, shifting to something much closer to fond, almost sweet, his rough edges going all at once polished and soft.
“SIX!”
“I like you very much,” Remus admitted, watching with great attention the details of his expression, the gentleness in his eyes and the quiet happiness in his smile.
“FIVE!”
“I can’t imagine why,” Sirius said, a little quickly, with the echoing of shouts all around them. A false cheerfulness had come into his face, fixing it into something like a rictus, smiling but painful to see.
“FOUR!”
Remus let his thumb drift down over Sirius’ lips, brushing them softly and watching avidly as they parted, breathing moist air onto his skin.
“THREE!”
“You are very foolish,” Remus told him, meeting his eyes again. They had thawed a little, back into a more natural expression, he was pleased to see.
“TWO!”
“Oh, yes,” Sirius agreed readily, beginning to smile more easily.
“ONE!” they shouted from inside the pub, just as fireworks began to go off by the river, and Remus leaned forward again, pressing a long, sweet kiss, for luck, into the quirk of Sirius’ smiling mouth.
Author: grandilloquism
Recipient: museinabsentia
Rating: PG
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *mentions of smoking, mildly intoxicated snogging*
Word count: 1050
Summary: A little dancing in the street at midnight, and a first kiss.
Notes: museinabsentia, my dear, I hope you like it very much, and I wish you the very happiest of holidays.
The party wasn’t very large, but Remus had been forced to make his escape, regardless. It had been hot and cramped in the little pub where half of their year had crammed themselves, celebrating their first New Year out of school. It had been strange, to see so many familiar faces in such an unfamiliar setting, in unfamiliar clothes and with unfamiliar haircuts.
The night was wretchedly cold after the warm press of the pub, but the air was crisp and sharp in his lungs, enervating. He was playing a sort of Schroedinger’s cigarettes with himself- so long as he did not reach into his jacket pocket and confirm that he had finished off his pack with the coffee he’d sneaked while not quite on his lunch break, then there was still the possibility of one more being left.
He had almost worked his way up to checking, the nicotine craving too insidious out in the open with nothing for his hands to do, when the pub door flew open, spilling out light and the din of twenty-odd eighteen year olds, ringing in the new year.
Sirius came strolling out, his hands stuffed into his pockets and nothing but an out sized jumper protecting him from the brisk London chill.
“If you catch cold,” Remus said, leaning himself more comfortably against the brick, “because you’re trying to look cool, I shan’t feel sorry for you.”
Sirius grinned at him, easy and bright, and Remus’ stomach clenched, quite against his will. “Moony,” he said, low and warm, closing the distance between them with a few long-legged steps. “How’d I know you’d be out being a stick in the mud somewhere?”
“Your keen intuition, I’m sure,” Remus replied dryly, steadfastly ignoring the heat of Sirius’ body as he pressed rather too close for comfort, so that Remus could smell the cedar and spice of him underneath the clinging bar scent.
Sirius’ laugh echoed in the little backstreet, ringing back at them. “That’s it,” he nodded, with the easy agreeableness of the comfortably intoxicated. “I sensed it,” he said, “with my Moony senses.”
Remus made a dismissive sound, caught somewhere between a scoff and a snort, and Sirius chuckled, and began worming his hands into the open front of Remus’ jacket. “No!” he protested, half laughing. "I refuse-,"
“Cold,” Sirius broke in, so pitifully that Remus found it difficult in the extreme to deny him. Sirius made a pleased noise at the lack of resistance, wrapping his arms firmly around Remus, his cold hands pressed into Remus’ warm back, his chin balanced on Remus’ shoulder. “Moony,” he murmured, contentedly, and nosed a little at his ear.
His heart beat wildly against his ribs. “Sirius,” he said uneasily. “I can’t-. You shouldn’t, if you don’t,” he stuttered and stalled, Sirius’ breath humid on his neck.
“Remus,” Sirius said, with a wicked smile in his voice. Then he was pushing a little, then pulling, leading Remus in a shuffling little waltz on the cobblestones in a back street of wizarding London, humming a little off-key melody in Remus’ ear and his fingers keeping time on Remus’ ribcage.
Despite the cool night Remus felt very warm, his cheeks flushed and sweat beading at his hairline, conscious of the line of Sirius’ body pressed up against his.
“Remus,” Sirius said again, very gravely as he spun them easily about. “Did you know,” he said, then paused, frowning. “Did you know that I fancy you?”
Remus’ entire being seemed to lurch, and he shook his head mutely. “I-” he croaked, then cleared his throat. “No, I didn’t.”
Sirius nodded, still with an air of gravity. “No,” he agreed, “I thought not.” Then he was leaning forward, and Remus only had a moment to prepare himself before Sirius’ mouth was pressing against his, lips warm and chapped and tasting of grapefruit and gin.
It was a chaste, dry kiss, but it curled Remus’ toes with its sweetness, and left his heart hammering double time in his throat.
Sirius withdrew for but a moment, staring focused into Remus’ face, before leaning back in, and Remus matched him a little better this time, wrapping an arm around him and curling his hand around the nape of Sirius' neck, finding a better angle for them to press against each other.
Sirius’ breath hitched, and Remus tightened his grip convulsively, tilting back Sirius’ head and opening his mouth, kissing intent and needful for a moment before Sirius broke off, his breath great white plumes in the air as he panted against Remus’ cheek.
“Moony,” he said, his voice a little rough now. They had paused in their dancing, and Sirius, as if realizing this, led them on again, shuffling them about in half-time.
“Padfoot,” Remus began to say, but was cut off. From inside the pub the countdown had been taken up-
“TEN!”
Sirius grinned at him, all predatory glint of teeth and shining eyes.
“NINE!”
Remus made a face back, rolling his eyes, but couldn’t stop the grin from creeping up, pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“EIGHT!”
He gave in to the ludicrousy of the moment, reaching up to splay his hand across Sirius’ cheek, his fingers seemingly under their own command as they traced the fine ridge of bone.
“SEVEN!”
Sirius’ smile changed, shifting to something much closer to fond, almost sweet, his rough edges going all at once polished and soft.
“SIX!”
“I like you very much,” Remus admitted, watching with great attention the details of his expression, the gentleness in his eyes and the quiet happiness in his smile.
“FIVE!”
“I can’t imagine why,” Sirius said, a little quickly, with the echoing of shouts all around them. A false cheerfulness had come into his face, fixing it into something like a rictus, smiling but painful to see.
“FOUR!”
Remus let his thumb drift down over Sirius’ lips, brushing them softly and watching avidly as they parted, breathing moist air onto his skin.
“THREE!”
“You are very foolish,” Remus told him, meeting his eyes again. They had thawed a little, back into a more natural expression, he was pleased to see.
“TWO!”
“Oh, yes,” Sirius agreed readily, beginning to smile more easily.
“ONE!” they shouted from inside the pub, just as fireworks began to go off by the river, and Remus leaned forward again, pressing a long, sweet kiss, for luck, into the quirk of Sirius’ smiling mouth.