He wishes he knew some romantic muggle poetry too, but he doesn't. The small gift he bought seems inadequate next to those words, but he picks it up and makes his way to the forest, knowing the exact place Remus is referring to. This particular spot in the forest held a lot of meaning for them both.
It's getting toward dusk and the weather is chilly. He pulls the heavy winter cloak around himself more, but the forest seems to be warmer; the chill doesn't seem to penetrate. Then he sees Remus, sitting leaning against a tree, the tree they'd all carved their initials in. His heart leapt. Never mind anything else, it was worth everything to have Remus.
"Hi love." He flopped down next to his boyfriend, kissing him.
Remus smiled and kissed Sirius back. He was watching the fading light in the trees. Moving closer to Sirius, Remus whispered, "I hoped you would like this. I just wanted to let you know that I've thought about you for a very long time."
Sirius opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again.
...for a very long time.
They'd really only accepted how they felt about each other recently, six months ago. Though if Sirius wanted to be honest with himself he knew he'd been trying to deny thoughts of Remus for a lot longer. Almost every girl he'd dated had been blonde. He liked blondes, they reminded him of Remus. And not very bright. Because he'd tried telling himself he liked them like that, so he wasn't reminded of Remus.
It hadn't worked. At all. The intelligent blonde boy had always been there.
"Um... how long?" Sirius asked quietly, wishing they'd recognised their feelings a lot sooner.
Remus leaned against Sirius and his voice was soft. "In some ways, since the first time we met. As someone I wanted to be with...I was thirteen and worried as hell...I mean a werewolf and I am having these feelings and thoughts about one of my best mates."
He softly pushed the hair out of Sirius' eyes. "I wish I had told you sooner, even one day sooner."
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He wishes he knew some romantic muggle poetry too, but he doesn't. The small gift he bought seems inadequate next to those words, but he picks it up and makes his way to the forest, knowing the exact place Remus is referring to.
This particular spot in the forest held a lot of meaning for them both.
It's getting toward dusk and the weather is chilly. He pulls the heavy winter cloak around himself more, but the forest seems to be warmer; the chill doesn't seem to penetrate.
Then he sees Remus, sitting leaning against a tree, the tree they'd all carved their initials in. His heart leapt. Never mind anything else, it was worth everything to have Remus.
"Hi love." He flopped down next to his boyfriend, kissing him.
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...for a very long time.
They'd really only accepted how they felt about each other recently, six months ago.
Though if Sirius wanted to be honest with himself he knew he'd been trying to deny thoughts of Remus for a lot longer.
Almost every girl he'd dated had been blonde. He liked blondes, they reminded him of Remus. And not very bright. Because he'd tried telling himself he liked them like that, so he wasn't reminded of Remus.
It hadn't worked.
At all.
The intelligent blonde boy had always been there.
"Um... how long?" Sirius asked quietly, wishing they'd recognised their feelings a lot sooner.
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He softly pushed the hair out of Sirius' eyes. "I wish I had told you sooner, even one day sooner."
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