Fic: HP, (r/s), drabble, "Red" - MP LDWS, Week Two - winner!
Title: Red
Word Count: 210
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: PG
Warnings: Drinking, does-this-even-count-as-crossdressing
Characters; Pairings: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, MWPP
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this piece of fiction. All characters depicted are of legal age.
Summary: Remus raised an eyebrow in challenge and agreed; Sirius nearly choked on his shot.
Written for mp_ldws, Round Two/Week Two.
Prompt: "Discovering a new kink/fetish" "stripes" "up to 300 words" "Team Padfoot"
(crossposted here at mp_ldws)
Sirius had kissed enough birds in his day to know that he’d never much cared for the stuff - it was unnatural, the bright pinks and fierce purples expertly smeared across pouting lips, which would then inexpertly smear all over his face. And it’d always been bloody impossible to wipe off, especially from his neck, where it would never fail to leave faded, waxy stripes on his shirtcollar, telling enough even without a quick cleaning spell.
But when James broke out the whiskey, and Peter dared Remus to do it, Moony, c’mon, pulling out an ex-girlfriend’s tube of lipstick from his trunk, and Remus raised an eyebrow in challenge and agreed, Sirius nearly choked on his shot.
Gryffindor red, rich and slick, creamy. James conjured a mirror and Sirius could only watch, helpless, as Remus’ long fingers twisted the base of the tube, tongue flicking out to moisten his lips.
Sirius’ mouth went instantly dry.
Remus’ full lips looked almost plush, stark and red against his face, curled into a smile as he reached for the whiskey bottle, bringing it to his mouth, which was all it took for Sirius to imagine those lips curled around something else instead, marking red everywhere as Remus -
- oh. What was that again, about lipstick?
Word Count: 210
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: PG
Warnings: Drinking, does-this-even-count-as-crossdressing
Characters; Pairings: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, MWPP
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this piece of fiction. All characters depicted are of legal age.
Summary: Remus raised an eyebrow in challenge and agreed; Sirius nearly choked on his shot.
Written for mp_ldws, Round Two/Week Two.
Prompt: "Discovering a new kink/fetish" "stripes" "up to 300 words" "Team Padfoot"
(crossposted here at mp_ldws)
Sirius had kissed enough birds in his day to know that he’d never much cared for the stuff - it was unnatural, the bright pinks and fierce purples expertly smeared across pouting lips, which would then inexpertly smear all over his face. And it’d always been bloody impossible to wipe off, especially from his neck, where it would never fail to leave faded, waxy stripes on his shirtcollar, telling enough even without a quick cleaning spell.
But when James broke out the whiskey, and Peter dared Remus to do it, Moony, c’mon, pulling out an ex-girlfriend’s tube of lipstick from his trunk, and Remus raised an eyebrow in challenge and agreed, Sirius nearly choked on his shot.
Gryffindor red, rich and slick, creamy. James conjured a mirror and Sirius could only watch, helpless, as Remus’ long fingers twisted the base of the tube, tongue flicking out to moisten his lips.
Sirius’ mouth went instantly dry.
Remus’ full lips looked almost plush, stark and red against his face, curled into a smile as he reached for the whiskey bottle, bringing it to his mouth, which was all it took for Sirius to imagine those lips curled around something else instead, marking red everywhere as Remus -
- oh. What was that again, about lipstick?