Fic: Jealousy
Title: Jealousy
Author: pinkhairedauror
Format & Word Count: Ficlet, 452 words
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Prompt: Prompt 16, Photo prompt: Lipstick and mirror.
Warning: Language, anger, and an attempt at crack.
Summary: Scene: Wife is sent to a mission from work and is absent for five days. Kid is at school. Wife returns and finds a lipstick note on the mirror. What do you expect her reaction to be?
Author's Note: AU. I decided I've been doing emo long enough and it was time for a change of pace.
Remus Lupin was sitting in the comfortable armchair in the bedroom of their house, reading, and was just turning the page when the explosion occurred.
Not a real explosion, mind you. Just his wife exploding in the bathroom.
She burst into the room, hair flying in a rare (these days) shade of red, fuming.
"I've been gone for five bloody days, and I come back to find lipstick on the mirror of OUR OWN BLOODY BATHROOM! What the hell have you been thinking, who the hell have you let into OUR house, and what the hell did she mean by that 'Ask me!'?"
"Dora..."
"Don't you 'Dora' me, Remus John Lupin!! That is... Yes, I know you haven't had the house all to yourself for this long for YEARS, but... but... there is no excuse!"
Uh-oh... she wasn't just angry, he decided, she was genuinely hurt. He frowned and tried to interrupt the (by now fully-blown) tirade.
"Dora, it's not..."
But she would not be stopped that easily (of course, when was she ever?) and snatches of words stood out to him and almost got him caught up in her anger too. "... it is, I suppose, to be considered lucky that Teddy's at school..." and "... I wonder if she had long graceful hands, with elegant manicure, the kind I never can keep..."
And later, "... and of course, the lipstick is exactly a shade that I have wanted to get for a while..."
Now that last bit made his lips quick up gently, and while she was pacing across the room, waving her hands and picking up speed, he concentrated and removed the small disillusionment charm from the present he'd prepared for her on her bedside table.
She whipped around in a way that for a moment ridiculously reminded him of Molly, and ... she registered the gift basket. "Wha-" Hands on her hips, she went to explore, bending closer (yes, he appreciated the view, thank you very much), and he saw the flare of her hair colour tone down, then turn a thoughtful violet. She straightened and frowned at him, then glared at his smirk.
Grabbing the trinkets, she stomped over to the armchair. "What is... this?"
"I think you'll find the lipstick in question right there. And," he lifted his hand, "I am sorry, but no manicure. At least I quit biting my nails back in school." She blinked at him, and then he stretched his arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her into her lap, surprising her into a soft squeal which he stifled unceremoniously with a long kiss that turned out more hungry than he expected to... oh well. Five days.
"Welcome home, love."
Author: pinkhairedauror
Format & Word Count: Ficlet, 452 words
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Prompt: Prompt 16, Photo prompt: Lipstick and mirror.
Warning: Language, anger, and an attempt at crack.
Summary: Scene: Wife is sent to a mission from work and is absent for five days. Kid is at school. Wife returns and finds a lipstick note on the mirror. What do you expect her reaction to be?
Author's Note: AU. I decided I've been doing emo long enough and it was time for a change of pace.
Remus Lupin was sitting in the comfortable armchair in the bedroom of their house, reading, and was just turning the page when the explosion occurred.
Not a real explosion, mind you. Just his wife exploding in the bathroom.
She burst into the room, hair flying in a rare (these days) shade of red, fuming.
"I've been gone for five bloody days, and I come back to find lipstick on the mirror of OUR OWN BLOODY BATHROOM! What the hell have you been thinking, who the hell have you let into OUR house, and what the hell did she mean by that 'Ask me!'?"
"Dora..."
"Don't you 'Dora' me, Remus John Lupin!! That is... Yes, I know you haven't had the house all to yourself for this long for YEARS, but... but... there is no excuse!"
Uh-oh... she wasn't just angry, he decided, she was genuinely hurt. He frowned and tried to interrupt the (by now fully-blown) tirade.
"Dora, it's not..."
But she would not be stopped that easily (of course, when was she ever?) and snatches of words stood out to him and almost got him caught up in her anger too. "... it is, I suppose, to be considered lucky that Teddy's at school..." and "... I wonder if she had long graceful hands, with elegant manicure, the kind I never can keep..."
And later, "... and of course, the lipstick is exactly a shade that I have wanted to get for a while..."
Now that last bit made his lips quick up gently, and while she was pacing across the room, waving her hands and picking up speed, he concentrated and removed the small disillusionment charm from the present he'd prepared for her on her bedside table.
She whipped around in a way that for a moment ridiculously reminded him of Molly, and ... she registered the gift basket. "Wha-" Hands on her hips, she went to explore, bending closer (yes, he appreciated the view, thank you very much), and he saw the flare of her hair colour tone down, then turn a thoughtful violet. She straightened and frowned at him, then glared at his smirk.
Grabbing the trinkets, she stomped over to the armchair. "What is... this?"
"I think you'll find the lipstick in question right there. And," he lifted his hand, "I am sorry, but no manicure. At least I quit biting my nails back in school." She blinked at him, and then he stretched his arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her into her lap, surprising her into a soft squeal which he stifled unceremoniously with a long kiss that turned out more hungry than he expected to... oh well. Five days.
"Welcome home, love."