Surprise
Title: Surprise
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Rosmerta
Prompt: I declare for rarepair_shorts
Rating: PG
Word Count: 325
Summary: The first time they kiss, actually kiss-not some almost-one-sided, drunken snog-it’s Sirius who doesn’t expect it. Sirius, who’s handsome and suave and reads people like they’re books...
Author's Notes: OMGWHUT another one? Yes.
Link to Prompt Table: Accio!
Surprise
The first time they kiss, actually kiss-not some almost-one-sided, drunken snog-it’s Sirius who doesn’t expect it. Sirius, who’s handsome and suave and reads people like they’re books.
He’s the one who doesn’t see it coming.
Rosmerta has been planning it. She wants to do it, she has to do it-she can’t really even think straight anymore, because that boy, that beautiful, witty, incorrigible boy, is winking at her whenever she closes her eyes. So she’s going to do it her way. (Or not at all isn’t exactly an option.)
The first time they kiss, actually kiss, it goes like this:
Sirius comes into the Three Broomsticks, all grins and wild hair, and Rosmerta slips into the back room before he sees her. (She’d stay out in the open, but Rosmerta’s Way has to protect her reputation, too.) She’s sure he’ll look for her, because that’s what he always does; he likes to flirt and tease-only eyes for her-and without her, he’ll be bored.
And curious.
She knows him well; it’s seventy-three seconds before he finds her.
He’s surprised that she’s just standing there, waiting for him. Her arms aren’t crossed, either, and she’s not tapping her foot.
“Feeling reclusive today, Rosie?” he jokes, casual. “S’a lot of people out there, y’know.”
Rosmerta reaches out one hand, puts it into his. Then she places the other upon his shoulder and pulls him in, reels him in, closer and closer.
“Not so reclusive, then, eh?”
“Shut up, Black,” she tells him fondly.
And she kisses him, slow and consuming, furious, tender.
After he recovers from the first time they kiss, actually kiss, he declares that she’s the best kisser he’s ever met. (He starts it with a Damn, Rosie and ends it with a dazed, almost blissful look.)
She smiles, smug. “You bet your arse I am.”
The second time they kiss, actually kiss, it’s not quite as much of a surprise.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Rosmerta
Prompt: I declare for rarepair_shorts
Rating: PG
Word Count: 325
Summary: The first time they kiss, actually kiss-not some almost-one-sided, drunken snog-it’s Sirius who doesn’t expect it. Sirius, who’s handsome and suave and reads people like they’re books...
Author's Notes: OMGWHUT another one? Yes.
Link to Prompt Table: Accio!
Surprise
The first time they kiss, actually kiss-not some almost-one-sided, drunken snog-it’s Sirius who doesn’t expect it. Sirius, who’s handsome and suave and reads people like they’re books.
He’s the one who doesn’t see it coming.
Rosmerta has been planning it. She wants to do it, she has to do it-she can’t really even think straight anymore, because that boy, that beautiful, witty, incorrigible boy, is winking at her whenever she closes her eyes. So she’s going to do it her way. (Or not at all isn’t exactly an option.)
The first time they kiss, actually kiss, it goes like this:
Sirius comes into the Three Broomsticks, all grins and wild hair, and Rosmerta slips into the back room before he sees her. (She’d stay out in the open, but Rosmerta’s Way has to protect her reputation, too.) She’s sure he’ll look for her, because that’s what he always does; he likes to flirt and tease-only eyes for her-and without her, he’ll be bored.
And curious.
She knows him well; it’s seventy-three seconds before he finds her.
He’s surprised that she’s just standing there, waiting for him. Her arms aren’t crossed, either, and she’s not tapping her foot.
“Feeling reclusive today, Rosie?” he jokes, casual. “S’a lot of people out there, y’know.”
Rosmerta reaches out one hand, puts it into his. Then she places the other upon his shoulder and pulls him in, reels him in, closer and closer.
“Not so reclusive, then, eh?”
“Shut up, Black,” she tells him fondly.
And she kisses him, slow and consuming, furious, tender.
After he recovers from the first time they kiss, actually kiss, he declares that she’s the best kisser he’s ever met. (He starts it with a Damn, Rosie and ends it with a dazed, almost blissful look.)
She smiles, smug. “You bet your arse I am.”
The second time they kiss, actually kiss, it’s not quite as much of a surprise.