Fic: Under Your Skin Remus/Sirius R
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pre_raphaelite1, to cheer her up and remind her that when depressed, all you need is a horny and determined Sirius. I did try to make this funny and porny, but turned out to be a bit angsty and soppy. Clearly I still need some reassurance after HBP. For which, incidentally, there are no spoilers.
Title: Under Your Skin
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Era: Post-Hogwarts, pre-Azkaban
Words: 831
Unbetaed, so if there are mistakes, it's because I am sad. :(
Under Your Skin
The first thing Remus notices when he enters the flat is the silence. He knows Sirius will be home, lazing about and waiting for Remus so they can do something that will require lots of energy and make lots of noise, pranks, plans, spells. But usually Sirius makes noise in preparation.
Never mind. Remus is tired, he knows he’s about to be fired from yet another job, and there was a letter this morning from the Werewolf Registry. Making a cup of tea and forgetting the rest of the world seems the best thing to be done. Remus takes off his coat, sets the kettle to boil, and sits on the sofa. He closes his eyes.
“Hello, Moony.”
Remus opens his eyes. Sirius is standing by the bedroom door, his face serious and his tone low. If Remus wasn’t so tired he would think Sirius was very sexy.
“I think there’s been enough of this, don’t you?”
Merlin. After everything else that has gone wrong, Remus isn’t sure he can handle this.
“Not like that, you idiot.”
Clearly Remus’ “I’m not going to show how upset I am” face isn’t working.
“I meant with the moping. You come home, look at the kitchen, and sit down here to be depressed. You’re not eating well, you don’t sleep, you look greyer than my great aunt and you never want to shag. I’ve had enough.”
Remus considers explaining to Sirius why he’s moping, but that would require too much energy. He closes his eyes, and says nothing.
“Right.”
Then he is being hauled up, lifted on Sirius’ shoulder (with much grunting and cursing), and carried to the bedroom.
Remus thinks about complaining, but Sirius’ shoulder is surprisingly soft and he likes the warmth.
“I’m going to remind you.”
Then Remus is carted on to the bed. He opens his eyes and sees Sirius standing by the foot of the bed. He swallows.
“About what we do.”
Remus twitches on the bed.
“And why.”
Sirius looks at him, and takes off his t-shirt. He keeps looking at Remus as he undoes his jeans, kicks off his shoes, pulls down his pants. There is no seduction in his face, but intensity that makes Remus forget how tired he is, even makes him forget to look down and admire Sirius’ body. His mouth is dry as he watches Sirius lick his lips. And watches Sirius move closer.
“Remus.”
Sirius slides up his body, naked and warm against Remus’ clothes. His fingers are steady on Remus’ face, as he presses his mouth to his friend’s cheek, and whispers again:
“Remus.”
And then his mouth is on Remus’ and there is no fatigue or memory of bills and jobs and other horrible things, just Sirius’ lips and taste and warmth. Remus lifts his hands to Sirius’ hair, and pulls him closer. This. This is what. This.
Sirius’ hands are opening the buttons on Remus’ shirt, slow and curious against his skin, but Sirius’ mouth is hot and demanding, it wants something from Remus, something else than passive acquiescence. There are many ways that Sirius has to get under Remus’ skin, many things he can do to prod him out of himself, but this is the one that never fails to get a response. It isn’t anger or annoyance, or resistance to Sirius’ refusal to be ignored. Remus doesn’t want to put it into words, but there are things, something that Remus has decided not to admit to himself, but Sirius somehow knows about it and responds to it. And Remus can’t not kiss him back, and press against Sirius, and want more.
His skin is slick with sweat and anxiety and desire, but when Sirius pushes him to his stomach and licks the curve of his back, he can only press back against him. Sirius’ fingers are hard inside him, but his mouth is gentle on Remus’ shoulder and the words he keeps whispering into Remus’ ear make him jerk his hips and moan. Sirius’ hand on his cock is slow, much slower than Sirius’ cock inside him, but Sirius’ other hand is pinning Remus’ wrists above his head, and he can’t struggle, only shudder desperately against Sirius, and bite his lip. But Sirius knows, know from the tiny movements his body is making against Sirius, that Remus is close, and he becomes still.
“Remus?”
Remus breathes out. And breathes in. It isn’t about dignity, or embarrassment, or any such thing. It’s just hard.
He turns his head, looks at Sirius.
“Love you.”
Sirius lifts an eyebrow.
“Still can’t manage the “I”? Oh well.”
And then he is kissing Remus, and fucking him, and Remus growls, deep and low inside his body. Sirius flicks a thumbnail across Remus’ wrist, and Remus comes, moving against Sirius until they are both a shivering mess.
Tired and entangled, they huddle beneath the sheets. Sirius trails a lazy hand over Remus’ back. And Remus knows, and is thankful.
pre_raphaelite1, to cheer her up and remind her that when depressed, all you need is a horny and determined Sirius. I did try to make this funny and porny, but turned out to be a bit angsty and soppy. Clearly I still need some reassurance after HBP. For which, incidentally, there are no spoilers.Title: Under Your Skin
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Era: Post-Hogwarts, pre-Azkaban
Words: 831
Unbetaed, so if there are mistakes, it's because I am sad. :(
Under Your Skin
The first thing Remus notices when he enters the flat is the silence. He knows Sirius will be home, lazing about and waiting for Remus so they can do something that will require lots of energy and make lots of noise, pranks, plans, spells. But usually Sirius makes noise in preparation.
Never mind. Remus is tired, he knows he’s about to be fired from yet another job, and there was a letter this morning from the Werewolf Registry. Making a cup of tea and forgetting the rest of the world seems the best thing to be done. Remus takes off his coat, sets the kettle to boil, and sits on the sofa. He closes his eyes.
“Hello, Moony.”
Remus opens his eyes. Sirius is standing by the bedroom door, his face serious and his tone low. If Remus wasn’t so tired he would think Sirius was very sexy.
“I think there’s been enough of this, don’t you?”
Merlin. After everything else that has gone wrong, Remus isn’t sure he can handle this.
“Not like that, you idiot.”
Clearly Remus’ “I’m not going to show how upset I am” face isn’t working.
“I meant with the moping. You come home, look at the kitchen, and sit down here to be depressed. You’re not eating well, you don’t sleep, you look greyer than my great aunt and you never want to shag. I’ve had enough.”
Remus considers explaining to Sirius why he’s moping, but that would require too much energy. He closes his eyes, and says nothing.
“Right.”
Then he is being hauled up, lifted on Sirius’ shoulder (with much grunting and cursing), and carried to the bedroom.
Remus thinks about complaining, but Sirius’ shoulder is surprisingly soft and he likes the warmth.
“I’m going to remind you.”
Then Remus is carted on to the bed. He opens his eyes and sees Sirius standing by the foot of the bed. He swallows.
“About what we do.”
Remus twitches on the bed.
“And why.”
Sirius looks at him, and takes off his t-shirt. He keeps looking at Remus as he undoes his jeans, kicks off his shoes, pulls down his pants. There is no seduction in his face, but intensity that makes Remus forget how tired he is, even makes him forget to look down and admire Sirius’ body. His mouth is dry as he watches Sirius lick his lips. And watches Sirius move closer.
“Remus.”
Sirius slides up his body, naked and warm against Remus’ clothes. His fingers are steady on Remus’ face, as he presses his mouth to his friend’s cheek, and whispers again:
“Remus.”
And then his mouth is on Remus’ and there is no fatigue or memory of bills and jobs and other horrible things, just Sirius’ lips and taste and warmth. Remus lifts his hands to Sirius’ hair, and pulls him closer. This. This is what. This.
Sirius’ hands are opening the buttons on Remus’ shirt, slow and curious against his skin, but Sirius’ mouth is hot and demanding, it wants something from Remus, something else than passive acquiescence. There are many ways that Sirius has to get under Remus’ skin, many things he can do to prod him out of himself, but this is the one that never fails to get a response. It isn’t anger or annoyance, or resistance to Sirius’ refusal to be ignored. Remus doesn’t want to put it into words, but there are things, something that Remus has decided not to admit to himself, but Sirius somehow knows about it and responds to it. And Remus can’t not kiss him back, and press against Sirius, and want more.
His skin is slick with sweat and anxiety and desire, but when Sirius pushes him to his stomach and licks the curve of his back, he can only press back against him. Sirius’ fingers are hard inside him, but his mouth is gentle on Remus’ shoulder and the words he keeps whispering into Remus’ ear make him jerk his hips and moan. Sirius’ hand on his cock is slow, much slower than Sirius’ cock inside him, but Sirius’ other hand is pinning Remus’ wrists above his head, and he can’t struggle, only shudder desperately against Sirius, and bite his lip. But Sirius knows, know from the tiny movements his body is making against Sirius, that Remus is close, and he becomes still.
“Remus?”
Remus breathes out. And breathes in. It isn’t about dignity, or embarrassment, or any such thing. It’s just hard.
He turns his head, looks at Sirius.
“Love you.”
Sirius lifts an eyebrow.
“Still can’t manage the “I”? Oh well.”
And then he is kissing Remus, and fucking him, and Remus growls, deep and low inside his body. Sirius flicks a thumbnail across Remus’ wrist, and Remus comes, moving against Sirius until they are both a shivering mess.
Tired and entangled, they huddle beneath the sheets. Sirius trails a lazy hand over Remus’ back. And Remus knows, and is thankful.
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Date: 2005-07-18 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-18 02:17 pm (UTC)That icon is just so cute.
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Date: 2005-07-18 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-18 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-18 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-18 02:18 pm (UTC)Thanks, and I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2005-07-18 03:27 pm (UTC)Oooh, thank you, love. It's wonderful. I love it so very much. An aggressive Sirius, a Remus that just needs, and an appeal to my wrist!kink. And I think these lines are simply perfect: This. This is what. This. and but there are things, something that Remus has decided not to admit to himself, but Sirius somehow knows about it and responds to it. God... perfection.
You are right too. All I need is a horny and determined Sirius.
Thank you so very much. *hugs you fiercely*
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Date: 2005-07-18 03:30 pm (UTC)Also go read
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Date: 2005-07-18 03:34 pm (UTC)Mm, just wonderful; loving, comfort-sex.x
Mmm, being carried to the bedroom, heh.
kxx
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Date: 2005-07-18 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-18 03:54 pm (UTC)kxx
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Date: 2005-07-18 04:02 pm (UTC)Then he is being hauled up, lifted on Sirius’ shoulder (with much grunting and cursing), and carried to the bedroom.
Remus thinks about complaining, but Sirius’ shoulder is surprisingly soft and he likes the warmth.
dammit! he's mine Grrrr... is how I'm going to see Sirius/Remus with a pining Tonks on the outside of their warm circle...
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Date: 2005-07-18 04:10 pm (UTC)And thanks! I do like an insistent Sirius, this is how he drags Remus out of being passive and mopey like in a certain book.
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Date: 2005-07-18 04:04 pm (UTC)Remus breathes out. And breathes in. It isn’t about dignity, or embarrassment, or any such thing. It’s just hard.
*tiny sniffle* (a happy one)
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Date: 2005-07-18 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-18 04:57 pm (UTC)Aw, love this. So, so needed too. Wonderful.
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Date: 2005-07-19 02:07 am (UTC)And that's my favourite part of it. *g*
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Date: 2005-07-19 11:54 am (UTC)^_^xx
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Date: 2005-07-19 11:57 am (UTC)And thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2005-07-19 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-19 12:45 pm (UTC)If you remember that Tonks was about three years old at this point...
Too true...too true...*evil smirk*
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Date: 2005-07-19 01:28 pm (UTC)And thanks, I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2005-07-19 02:17 pm (UTC)Love your icon, by the way.
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Date: 2005-07-19 04:48 pm (UTC)Very nice.
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Date: 2005-07-20 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-20 11:04 am (UTC)Sirius lifts an eyebrow.
“Still can’t manage the “I”? Oh well.”
Turn me into a blubbering fangirl again why doncha? Aww, so cute! ::Squeals hopelessly::
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Date: 2005-07-20 11:31 am (UTC)