5th annual rs_small_gifts, coming soon
Remus peers around the door into the sitting room. Sirius is in the back corner, facing the wall. Steam billows around his head.
“Sirius, I realise that my asking this calls my sanity into question, but what are you doing?”
Sirius shoos him with a wave of his hand and shouts, “Out. You’ll see and ruin everything.”
“Well, I’ve left my book. And my slippers. You don’t want me going about book-less and slipper-less, do you?” Remus cranes his neck, trying to see past Sirius.
“Bollocks. You’re trying to peek and ruin the surprise.” Sirius turns and glares. His face is flushed and his hair is sticking on end. He looks quite mad, Remus thinks, and suppresses the urge to wrap him in his arms.
“If that’s for my Christmas, you really don’t have to go to all this trouble.”
“Don’t be silly. Why shouldn't you benefit from my genius?” Sirius says, turning back to what must be a cauldron. He mutters something and all Remus catches is, giant baby…pout for a week.
“I know you’re not referring to last year and I know you’re not implying that I’m the one who’s hard to please when it comes to gifts.”
“If the soft-as-butter Italian leather jacket fits, wear it.” Sirius waves his wand and conjures a folding screen out of thin air, obscuring whatever it is he’s working on.
“Well, you shouldn’t have given it to me the day of the full moon, you idiot.” Sirius is right in front of him now. He reaches to take Sirius’ hand. “It’s not that I didn’t like it. And you, you always say you don’t want anything and then I find out you had some very specific thing in mind. You never give me a hint and then you walk about with a face like a funeral all day.”
“Pfft, you know I don’t need much, just a little thing, Moony,” Sirius says. “Some small token of your affection. You seem to find ways of cheering me up, at any rate. Wouldn’t want to miss that.”
“Some small token, eh?” Remus asks, and he stops resisting the urge to fold Sirius in his arms. “Something that fits in your stocking?”
“That’s right.” Sirius rests his cheek against Remus’ and smiles. “The best gifts always come in small packages.”
“And you know,” Remus says, placing a soft kiss on Sirius’ lips, “sometimes they don’t come in packages at all.”
Watch this space for more about rs_small_gifts, 2010, back again for year number 5!
Yours,
smallgiftsmods
“Sirius, I realise that my asking this calls my sanity into question, but what are you doing?”
Sirius shoos him with a wave of his hand and shouts, “Out. You’ll see and ruin everything.”
“Well, I’ve left my book. And my slippers. You don’t want me going about book-less and slipper-less, do you?” Remus cranes his neck, trying to see past Sirius.
“Bollocks. You’re trying to peek and ruin the surprise.” Sirius turns and glares. His face is flushed and his hair is sticking on end. He looks quite mad, Remus thinks, and suppresses the urge to wrap him in his arms.
“If that’s for my Christmas, you really don’t have to go to all this trouble.”
“Don’t be silly. Why shouldn't you benefit from my genius?” Sirius says, turning back to what must be a cauldron. He mutters something and all Remus catches is, giant baby…pout for a week.
“I know you’re not referring to last year and I know you’re not implying that I’m the one who’s hard to please when it comes to gifts.”
“If the soft-as-butter Italian leather jacket fits, wear it.” Sirius waves his wand and conjures a folding screen out of thin air, obscuring whatever it is he’s working on.
“Well, you shouldn’t have given it to me the day of the full moon, you idiot.” Sirius is right in front of him now. He reaches to take Sirius’ hand. “It’s not that I didn’t like it. And you, you always say you don’t want anything and then I find out you had some very specific thing in mind. You never give me a hint and then you walk about with a face like a funeral all day.”
“Pfft, you know I don’t need much, just a little thing, Moony,” Sirius says. “Some small token of your affection. You seem to find ways of cheering me up, at any rate. Wouldn’t want to miss that.”
“Some small token, eh?” Remus asks, and he stops resisting the urge to fold Sirius in his arms. “Something that fits in your stocking?”
“That’s right.” Sirius rests his cheek against Remus’ and smiles. “The best gifts always come in small packages.”
“And you know,” Remus says, placing a soft kiss on Sirius’ lips, “sometimes they don’t come in packages at all.”
Watch this space for more about rs_small_gifts, 2010, back again for year number 5!
Yours,
smallgiftsmods