Ficlet: HP, Conkers (Remus/Sirius)
I should be writing O11, so obviously I'm writing R/S instead, and now I'm going to see Serenity. There's a reason I end up doing everything at the last minute, you know.
Very rushed, because of aforementioned cinema trip:
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Conkers
Remus said be in the park by eight, and Sirius thought it was a stupid idea, because it was October, which meant it would be cold, and what kind of weirdoes hung around in parks at night anyway? He thought of many witty and cutting ways to deliver this information to Remus, and he said, "Fine. Eight it is."
Sometimes Sirius hated Remus, hated most especially that Sirius couldn't quite ever work out how to say no to him.
So here he was, hanging around a deserted park, hands in pockets and pretending like he wasn't cold, because he was too manly for that kind of thing, and Remus was nowhere to be seen. Sirius swore he'd only give him until ten past, and when Remus jumped over the park fence at twenty past, Sirius was very vocal on just how pissed he was.
"Sorry," Remus said, looking like he wasn't particularly. "Had trouble stringing these properly." And he opened his hand dramatically to reveal two conkers.
"You should have used magic. There's a spell James found years ago. What the bloody fuck are you doing with conkers?"
"Thought we'd have a bit of a contest. Settle a couple of things," Remus said, holding one out to Sirius.
"What sort of things?" Sirius asked as he took it, and wondered how Remus's hands still managed to be warm even when it was freezing, and why Sirius had to be the one who got so bloody stupid every time there was the slightest contact.
Remus leaned back against the fence and looked Sirius over. "Well, James says he's tired of you getting pissed and complaining about not getting fucked -"
"I didn't put it quite like that, you know -"
"And apparently he'd like some progress to be made. So here's my proposal: you beat me at conkers, and I'll give us ago."
"Now that's just stupid, Remus. You can't base this kind of decision on conkers. It's ridiculous."
"I don't think you should be calling me stupid. It's not conducive to the happy relationship we could have were you to succeed."
"It's still stupid."
"Call it a sign, then. Or are you scared?"
"Assume the combat position."
Remus tossed a sickle in the air and grinned triumphantly when he caught it. "Me to go first, I suppose."
Sirius held his conker out, and Remus hit it, once, twice, three times. Nothing happened, and Remus prepared to strike again, tiny crease appearing between his brows as he concentrated.
"I'm a very good fuck, you know," Sirius said conversationally.
"I've heard," Remus said, and missed.
"Ha. My turn."
Sirius took aim, telling Remus it was stupid as he did so, and ignoring the thrum of excitement he felt in his belly, because it was stupid to believe
He swung, striking the conker just off centre, and he was sure it hadn't been hard enough to do any real damage, but suddenly Remus was holding only a tiny piece of string, swinging forlornly in his hand.
And Sirius smiled.
He took a step forward, and then another, until there was hardly any space between them. "I think this means I win.," he said, voice low, hands reaching out to trace Remus's cheek.
"I think it does," Remus said, and he closed the distance between them, lips warm and soft against Sirius's, and Sirius drew him close, slipped hands under Remus's jacket and then his shirt, wanting the contact of skin on skin. Remus Shivered when the cold touched him, and Sirius bit down on Remus's lip, enjoying the tremors beneath his fingertips, no longer caring that they were outside, and wondering if forever could ever be long enough to have this.
Remus eventually pulled away, breathing hard, and Sirius felt a warmth inside him that he thought he'd prefer not to name when he saw how Remus was smiling.
"Still think it was a stupid idea?" Remus asked.
"Yes. Result wasn't, though."
"Come on."
Remus started to walk away, and Sirius bent to pick up the conker. He wasn't exactly planning to keep it, because he didn't do sentimental things like that, but he thought it would be nice just to maybe take it home for a while.
"Remus," he said, catching up, "why exactly is this smoking?"
"Oh, um, I," and Sirius thought maybe Remus was blushing. "I may have charmed it so it would, um, break."
"So this whole thing - you were toying with me?"
"Um," Remus said, and then he stopped and pulled Sirius towards him again.
Sirius laughed, certain he'd have his revenge later, but happy to let himself forget so long as Remus kept kissing him like he was.
Very rushed, because of aforementioned cinema trip:
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Conkers
Remus said be in the park by eight, and Sirius thought it was a stupid idea, because it was October, which meant it would be cold, and what kind of weirdoes hung around in parks at night anyway? He thought of many witty and cutting ways to deliver this information to Remus, and he said, "Fine. Eight it is."
Sometimes Sirius hated Remus, hated most especially that Sirius couldn't quite ever work out how to say no to him.
So here he was, hanging around a deserted park, hands in pockets and pretending like he wasn't cold, because he was too manly for that kind of thing, and Remus was nowhere to be seen. Sirius swore he'd only give him until ten past, and when Remus jumped over the park fence at twenty past, Sirius was very vocal on just how pissed he was.
"Sorry," Remus said, looking like he wasn't particularly. "Had trouble stringing these properly." And he opened his hand dramatically to reveal two conkers.
"You should have used magic. There's a spell James found years ago. What the bloody fuck are you doing with conkers?"
"Thought we'd have a bit of a contest. Settle a couple of things," Remus said, holding one out to Sirius.
"What sort of things?" Sirius asked as he took it, and wondered how Remus's hands still managed to be warm even when it was freezing, and why Sirius had to be the one who got so bloody stupid every time there was the slightest contact.
Remus leaned back against the fence and looked Sirius over. "Well, James says he's tired of you getting pissed and complaining about not getting fucked -"
"I didn't put it quite like that, you know -"
"And apparently he'd like some progress to be made. So here's my proposal: you beat me at conkers, and I'll give us ago."
"Now that's just stupid, Remus. You can't base this kind of decision on conkers. It's ridiculous."
"I don't think you should be calling me stupid. It's not conducive to the happy relationship we could have were you to succeed."
"It's still stupid."
"Call it a sign, then. Or are you scared?"
"Assume the combat position."
Remus tossed a sickle in the air and grinned triumphantly when he caught it. "Me to go first, I suppose."
Sirius held his conker out, and Remus hit it, once, twice, three times. Nothing happened, and Remus prepared to strike again, tiny crease appearing between his brows as he concentrated.
"I'm a very good fuck, you know," Sirius said conversationally.
"I've heard," Remus said, and missed.
"Ha. My turn."
Sirius took aim, telling Remus it was stupid as he did so, and ignoring the thrum of excitement he felt in his belly, because it was stupid to believe
He swung, striking the conker just off centre, and he was sure it hadn't been hard enough to do any real damage, but suddenly Remus was holding only a tiny piece of string, swinging forlornly in his hand.
And Sirius smiled.
He took a step forward, and then another, until there was hardly any space between them. "I think this means I win.," he said, voice low, hands reaching out to trace Remus's cheek.
"I think it does," Remus said, and he closed the distance between them, lips warm and soft against Sirius's, and Sirius drew him close, slipped hands under Remus's jacket and then his shirt, wanting the contact of skin on skin. Remus Shivered when the cold touched him, and Sirius bit down on Remus's lip, enjoying the tremors beneath his fingertips, no longer caring that they were outside, and wondering if forever could ever be long enough to have this.
Remus eventually pulled away, breathing hard, and Sirius felt a warmth inside him that he thought he'd prefer not to name when he saw how Remus was smiling.
"Still think it was a stupid idea?" Remus asked.
"Yes. Result wasn't, though."
"Come on."
Remus started to walk away, and Sirius bent to pick up the conker. He wasn't exactly planning to keep it, because he didn't do sentimental things like that, but he thought it would be nice just to maybe take it home for a while.
"Remus," he said, catching up, "why exactly is this smoking?"
"Oh, um, I," and Sirius thought maybe Remus was blushing. "I may have charmed it so it would, um, break."
"So this whole thing - you were toying with me?"
"Um," Remus said, and then he stopped and pulled Sirius towards him again.
Sirius laughed, certain he'd have his revenge later, but happy to let himself forget so long as Remus kept kissing him like he was.