Birthday wishes...
Happy birthday, buckle_berry! Enjoy! Maggie
P.S. I'm posting before going to bed, but the special day's Tuesday, December 12.
P.P.S. Have a birthday ficlet, sweetie:
Title: Fags
Word count: 250
Characters: MWPP
Rating and warnings: G, but don't try this at home, kids
Notes: For the birthday girl, buckle_berry
"Bollocks," James says, because if he hasn't heard of something, it doesn't exist. Of course. Sirius rolls his eyes and waits for Remus to say something more.
"Yeah?" he prompts.
Remus shrugs maddeningly. "I do it sometimes with the Ravenclaw prefect, Frank. On the Astronomy Tower balcony."
Following James' lead, Peter snorts. "Frank's a ponce."
Remus snorts, too, but more knowingly, and Sirius catches his breath.
"We could try it, too, you know," Remus says casually, looking right at Sirius. "Tonight, after lights out? It's pretty brilliant, actually."
Sirius heart races.
Later that night Sirius finds him in the Astronomy Tower, shivering in the December air, knees pulled up to his chest, fingers tucked inside the sleeves of his pullover. Remus sees Sirius and holds a box out toward him.
"What's that?" Sirius asks, not thinking, as he sits down next to him.
"The fags," Remus says, and before Sirius can catch himself, he says, "Oh, shit. Fags."
Remus is puzzled. "Why did you come, then? I thought you wanted to smoke."
Sirius is sure his face is scarlet, but it's too late to turn back. "I thought that was a euphemism," he mumbles.
"For what?" Remus asks, and then he blushes, too. "Oh."
They sit in silence for a moment.
"I could try one," Sirius says at the same time Remus says, "They're not so great."
Remus smiles crookedly and passes a cigarette to Sirius.
"Let's start here," Remus says, and Sirius deliberately brushes his fingers against Remus' as he takes the fag from him.
P.S. I'm posting before going to bed, but the special day's Tuesday, December 12.
P.P.S. Have a birthday ficlet, sweetie:
Title: Fags
Word count: 250
Characters: MWPP
Rating and warnings: G, but don't try this at home, kids
Notes: For the birthday girl, buckle_berry
"Bollocks," James says, because if he hasn't heard of something, it doesn't exist. Of course. Sirius rolls his eyes and waits for Remus to say something more.
"Yeah?" he prompts.
Remus shrugs maddeningly. "I do it sometimes with the Ravenclaw prefect, Frank. On the Astronomy Tower balcony."
Following James' lead, Peter snorts. "Frank's a ponce."
Remus snorts, too, but more knowingly, and Sirius catches his breath.
"We could try it, too, you know," Remus says casually, looking right at Sirius. "Tonight, after lights out? It's pretty brilliant, actually."
Sirius heart races.
Later that night Sirius finds him in the Astronomy Tower, shivering in the December air, knees pulled up to his chest, fingers tucked inside the sleeves of his pullover. Remus sees Sirius and holds a box out toward him.
"What's that?" Sirius asks, not thinking, as he sits down next to him.
"The fags," Remus says, and before Sirius can catch himself, he says, "Oh, shit. Fags."
Remus is puzzled. "Why did you come, then? I thought you wanted to smoke."
Sirius is sure his face is scarlet, but it's too late to turn back. "I thought that was a euphemism," he mumbles.
"For what?" Remus asks, and then he blushes, too. "Oh."
They sit in silence for a moment.
"I could try one," Sirius says at the same time Remus says, "They're not so great."
Remus smiles crookedly and passes a cigarette to Sirius.
"Let's start here," Remus says, and Sirius deliberately brushes his fingers against Remus' as he takes the fag from him.