Let Me Count the Days
Time Warp/ yay-you-did-the-poll drabble for eloiselovelace ! It is, kind of, a pre-History fic, in that it took place a long time before it, as it's set back when Remus and Sirius were still at school...errr...well, it's in the same universe! :P Hope you like it.
And - OMG FLUFF! *has apoplexy from shock*
Title is a bastardised line from Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 43.
Title: Let Me Count the Days
Summary: It took twenty-two days for Sirius to tell Remus that he loved him.
Rating: PG
Words: 474
It took twenty-two days for Sirius to tell Remus that he loved him.
On the first day, he’d realised that he loved him, from the shaggy hair on his head (perfect for tangling fingers in) to the toes on his feet (which curled up every time Sirius ran his tongue from belly to neck.)
The next five days he spent jumping around like a giddy fool until James threatened to feed him to the Giant Squid if he knocked over one more bottle of fluorescent ink.
He didn’t tell, though. He didn’t want him to think him a twat.
Days seven through to twelve, Sirius ignored the werewolf as much as he could, barely talking to him at meals, and only smiling mildly when Remus grinned at him with worried eyes. When, on the twelfth day, Sirius got up and left (if he stayed any longer, he thought he’d be on his knees spouting sonnets), Remus snatched up the jar of gobstones sitting on a side table and smashed it to the ground, snarling as the lollies rolled to the blackhead’s feet amidst the chorus of breaking glass.
On the thirteenth, Remus slammed him against a wall, teeth bared and ready to bite.
But Sirius stopped him up with a kiss, all lips and tongue and long, slow heat that ate them up. Crushed up against the wall together, grinding into each other, Sirius knew that he had to tell him; but until then, he could just feel every part of him, soak him up through the skin, so that he’d have something to make it last.
He spent the next seven days planning, scribbling one-liners and Shakespearean monologues over scrap parchment (he preferred the soliloquies, especially the ones that let him fling out his arms while his head was thrown back). Every single piece was burnt, though, in a haze of ash and smoke that should have made the common room melancholy and longing for requited love; but it didn’t, and Sirius just sat in the corner, occasionally lying across Remus while his hair was softly stroked.
The full moon took up days twenty and twenty-one, and racing together through the Forest, green and brown and night flashing by in a rush of cold air and hot blood, there wasn’t time to say anything apart from ‘Run’. They curled up together at the end, snout to snout and tails entwined, and woke up in a tangled of limbs and skin and lips.
When Remus woke again, in the infirmary, an aristocratic face was two inches away from his own. Sirius tangled his fingers in the werewolf’s hair, and whispered ‘I love you’, before laying his head on the blanket-covered chest, letting the rise and fall lull him to sleep. Remus grinned, and softly breathed out the words, before his eyes softly drifted shut.
Also - ice skating is the best, ever. Teaching friend to ice skate - even better :D
And - OMG FLUFF! *has apoplexy from shock*
Title is a bastardised line from Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 43.
Title: Let Me Count the Days
Summary: It took twenty-two days for Sirius to tell Remus that he loved him.
Rating: PG
Words: 474
It took twenty-two days for Sirius to tell Remus that he loved him.
On the first day, he’d realised that he loved him, from the shaggy hair on his head (perfect for tangling fingers in) to the toes on his feet (which curled up every time Sirius ran his tongue from belly to neck.)
The next five days he spent jumping around like a giddy fool until James threatened to feed him to the Giant Squid if he knocked over one more bottle of fluorescent ink.
He didn’t tell, though. He didn’t want him to think him a twat.
Days seven through to twelve, Sirius ignored the werewolf as much as he could, barely talking to him at meals, and only smiling mildly when Remus grinned at him with worried eyes. When, on the twelfth day, Sirius got up and left (if he stayed any longer, he thought he’d be on his knees spouting sonnets), Remus snatched up the jar of gobstones sitting on a side table and smashed it to the ground, snarling as the lollies rolled to the blackhead’s feet amidst the chorus of breaking glass.
On the thirteenth, Remus slammed him against a wall, teeth bared and ready to bite.
But Sirius stopped him up with a kiss, all lips and tongue and long, slow heat that ate them up. Crushed up against the wall together, grinding into each other, Sirius knew that he had to tell him; but until then, he could just feel every part of him, soak him up through the skin, so that he’d have something to make it last.
He spent the next seven days planning, scribbling one-liners and Shakespearean monologues over scrap parchment (he preferred the soliloquies, especially the ones that let him fling out his arms while his head was thrown back). Every single piece was burnt, though, in a haze of ash and smoke that should have made the common room melancholy and longing for requited love; but it didn’t, and Sirius just sat in the corner, occasionally lying across Remus while his hair was softly stroked.
The full moon took up days twenty and twenty-one, and racing together through the Forest, green and brown and night flashing by in a rush of cold air and hot blood, there wasn’t time to say anything apart from ‘Run’. They curled up together at the end, snout to snout and tails entwined, and woke up in a tangled of limbs and skin and lips.
When Remus woke again, in the infirmary, an aristocratic face was two inches away from his own. Sirius tangled his fingers in the werewolf’s hair, and whispered ‘I love you’, before laying his head on the blanket-covered chest, letting the rise and fall lull him to sleep. Remus grinned, and softly breathed out the words, before his eyes softly drifted shut.
Also - ice skating is the best, ever. Teaching friend to ice skate - even better :D