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small_giftsTitle: Perfect Thursdays.
Author:closet_zebra
Written for:sojisaanaru
Rating: Pg13.
Summary and/or Prompt: The lovelysojisaanaru left me a prompt of 'rum' and as tempted as I was to make Jack Sparrow jokes I refrained. Also, I loved the prompt of 'duck racing' so that's there too. The puppies enjoy an open fire... Well... kind of, anyway..
Any other random notes, warnings, etc.: Obvious safety hazards. Ha. Oven are not a toy, after all. Also? N.B- I tried posting this once so if it gets lost this time I’m going to cry myself to sleep.
Sirius watched as little drops of alcohol were licked from soft lips with a slow, careful tongue and bit back a groan that he felt rumble from the very depths of his soul. This boy... This boy... Sometimes he felt as though the world was about to crumble around him and leave him only Remus and, to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he had a problem with that.
“I love this oven,” Remus was muttering, sitting on the strange brown kitchen chair with the knobbly back and refusing to lean back on it as he stretched ever so slightly in the heat. “I’d consider leaving you if someone made me choose between you. Sorry.”
Sirius just shook his head, rolling his eyes. When Remus apparently missed the eye roll he did it again, just to make sure that the other boy had bloody seen it. He never wanted Remus to miss anything, even if it was stupid. Every look counted, as far as he was concerned, eye rolls lovingly included.
They were in the kitchen with the door firmly closed, the oven door wide open, the heat on full as they risked catching on fire for the sake of warmth. Gone were the days of a full fire in the Griffindor common room. And sadly, their flat didn’t have a coal fire, even if neither of them would have ever bothered to light it.
Sirius was tilted back in the large black wooden chair with his feet on the hob, tipping back a blue mug with spiders on it and letting the warmth of the rum they’d got tingle in his throat. All the chairs in their kitchen were different, none matching the table and their cooker, which was old and slightly worn out, a perfect match to the scrubbed grey of the worktops. But Sirius loved this kitchen so damn much. He loved it because it was everything they were; it was Remus cooking breakfast in the morning, him passing a mug of tea when the rain outside was lashing against the window and trying to break into the haven they’d created within. It was their kitchen and their Thursday night in the middle of winter, with Christmas in the air and silence through the flat.
“This is good rum, Padfoot,” Remus muttered happily, his legs firmly on the floor as though his mother would burst in and tell him off at any moment were he to put his feet up on the kitchen tops. “Mmm. Tastes nice.”
Sirius grinned. He knew giving Remus the bottle and taking the mug would be a good idea. Just watching the younger boy tilt back the bottle and expose his pale neck to Sirius and the fire made his blood run warm as runny treacle.
“It is nice,” Sirius agreed, closing his eyes for a moment and rubbing his socked toes together. “It’s from that muggle shop on the end with the dog bowl outside the door.”
“Only you would realise that they’ve got a dog bowl outside the door,” Remus laughed pleasantly, brushing some hair back from his face and tucking it behind his ear.
“I just think it’s considerate,” Sirius grinned. “Dogs need to have a drink every once in a while too, you know.”
Remus allowed Sirius to take a drink of the rum before he laughed, knowing that causing Sirius to laugh would end with himself being sprayed with rum. “I never knew they liked rum though.”
“Everybody likes rum, my dear Moony,” Sirius snickered, taking a long, slow drink and feeling his chest heat from within.
“Personally, I think Padfoot is a naughty dog, that’s all,” Remus smiled at the open oven and watched the bluish flames within it flicker from the draft at the door. “After all, rum aside, he chased the ducks at the park yesterday and scared the hell out of them.”
“He wasn’t chasing them,” Sirius frowned, huffing his breath in a little sigh and flicking his hair from his eyes. “He was racing them, Moony.” He grinned, watching the odd colour taking over the room light up his boyfriend’s soft face in a strange iridescent glow. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.”
“I wouldn’t expect me to either, to be honest,” Remus laughed, sighing and searching out Sirius’ fingers with his own.
Between the two chairs they made a little bridge with their arms, their fingers linking in the middle to make a little dip. No-one crossed the bridge and it didn’t actually do anything, but it made the two boys feel the warmth of the fire a hundred times better. In the silence, they squeezed each other’s fingers gently and drank in that relaxed way that leaves you warm and satiated and filled up with contented sighs until you have to let them out beneath your breath.
Sirius let his eyes follow Remus as the other boy suddenly stood and padded across the room to the cupboard. Opening it up and reaching inside, he produced a silver box and grinned, treading his way softly back to his seat and pushing it up to beside Sirius’, snuggling down gently into his side, with a little grin.
“I thought you were going to get a bone out of the cupboard then,” Sirius laughed, unable to help himself.
“You’re a boy as well you know,” Remus laughed, pulling the lid off the box and grinning at the milk chocolate blocks within. “And anyway, the cupboard is bare in the rhyme, isn’t it?”
“Bugger rhymes,” Sirius sniffed, nudging Remus’ jaw with his nose as he looked into the box in his boyfriend’s fingers. “Speaking of buggering,” he picked a chocolate out and placed it on his tongue, closing his mouth around it and sucking hard. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you bare, right now.”
Remus smiled and even the orange glow from the oven door couldn’t quite cover up the blush on his face. Taking a chocolate out of the box, he put it in his own mouth and purred softly at the creamy texture of it as it melted around his hot tongue, leaving Sirius rather entranced in the process.
“There’s something about chocolate and alcohol that just,” he stopped short as Sirius’ lips pressed against his, feeling an arm snake around his back and along his shoulder blade as he shifted to kiss his boyfriend back.
They pressed lips together softly, slowly, enjoying the warmth building up in the room and happy enough to create their own between them. As the last of the chocolate melted within his mouth, Sirius couldn’t help but press his sticky tongue to the lips against his and, after Remus opened his mouth against it, sliding his tongue Remus’ hot mouth. Curling his tongue around Remus’, he sought out the melted chocolate hidden in the hot confines of Remus’ delicious mouth. He felt his boyfriend shudder as the tip of his tongue touched to the roof of his mouth and they both turned where they were sitting to envelope lips over each other, to lick that little bit further as they sighed long and hard against each other’s warm cheeks.
Eventually, they pulled apart, blinking open warmed up eyelids and grinning at each other and Sirius, for the first time, didn’t tilt his chair back, just wrapped his arms around Remus’ shoulders and pulled him close.
“This..,” he breathed against off blond hair, staring at the hobs of the cooker.
“I know,” Remus finished the sentence for him, as though he knew what he was going to say. But of course, Sirius knew, he really did know what he’d been about to say. “I love you too.”
Sirius just smiled and nestled down into the chair a little, picking up his blue socked feet off the floor and placing them back on the kitchen top. As Remus had said, there was just something about chocolates and alcohol and being a few months out of Hogwarts in a run down flat that was just ....
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, kissing the top of Remus’ head with a smile that he couldn’t seem to wipe off his lips. “Just... perfect.”
All Remus did was reach into the box for another chocolate and smile, because they both knew … everything was.
Author:
closet_zebraWritten for:
sojisaanaruRating: Pg13.
Summary and/or Prompt: The lovely
sojisaanaru left me a prompt of 'rum' and as tempted as I was to make Jack Sparrow jokes I refrained. Also, I loved the prompt of 'duck racing' so that's there too. The puppies enjoy an open fire... Well... kind of, anyway..Any other random notes, warnings, etc.: Obvious safety hazards. Ha. Oven are not a toy, after all. Also? N.B- I tried posting this once so if it gets lost this time I’m going to cry myself to sleep.
Sirius watched as little drops of alcohol were licked from soft lips with a slow, careful tongue and bit back a groan that he felt rumble from the very depths of his soul. This boy... This boy... Sometimes he felt as though the world was about to crumble around him and leave him only Remus and, to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he had a problem with that.
“I love this oven,” Remus was muttering, sitting on the strange brown kitchen chair with the knobbly back and refusing to lean back on it as he stretched ever so slightly in the heat. “I’d consider leaving you if someone made me choose between you. Sorry.”
Sirius just shook his head, rolling his eyes. When Remus apparently missed the eye roll he did it again, just to make sure that the other boy had bloody seen it. He never wanted Remus to miss anything, even if it was stupid. Every look counted, as far as he was concerned, eye rolls lovingly included.
They were in the kitchen with the door firmly closed, the oven door wide open, the heat on full as they risked catching on fire for the sake of warmth. Gone were the days of a full fire in the Griffindor common room. And sadly, their flat didn’t have a coal fire, even if neither of them would have ever bothered to light it.
Sirius was tilted back in the large black wooden chair with his feet on the hob, tipping back a blue mug with spiders on it and letting the warmth of the rum they’d got tingle in his throat. All the chairs in their kitchen were different, none matching the table and their cooker, which was old and slightly worn out, a perfect match to the scrubbed grey of the worktops. But Sirius loved this kitchen so damn much. He loved it because it was everything they were; it was Remus cooking breakfast in the morning, him passing a mug of tea when the rain outside was lashing against the window and trying to break into the haven they’d created within. It was their kitchen and their Thursday night in the middle of winter, with Christmas in the air and silence through the flat.
“This is good rum, Padfoot,” Remus muttered happily, his legs firmly on the floor as though his mother would burst in and tell him off at any moment were he to put his feet up on the kitchen tops. “Mmm. Tastes nice.”
Sirius grinned. He knew giving Remus the bottle and taking the mug would be a good idea. Just watching the younger boy tilt back the bottle and expose his pale neck to Sirius and the fire made his blood run warm as runny treacle.
“It is nice,” Sirius agreed, closing his eyes for a moment and rubbing his socked toes together. “It’s from that muggle shop on the end with the dog bowl outside the door.”
“Only you would realise that they’ve got a dog bowl outside the door,” Remus laughed pleasantly, brushing some hair back from his face and tucking it behind his ear.
“I just think it’s considerate,” Sirius grinned. “Dogs need to have a drink every once in a while too, you know.”
Remus allowed Sirius to take a drink of the rum before he laughed, knowing that causing Sirius to laugh would end with himself being sprayed with rum. “I never knew they liked rum though.”
“Everybody likes rum, my dear Moony,” Sirius snickered, taking a long, slow drink and feeling his chest heat from within.
“Personally, I think Padfoot is a naughty dog, that’s all,” Remus smiled at the open oven and watched the bluish flames within it flicker from the draft at the door. “After all, rum aside, he chased the ducks at the park yesterday and scared the hell out of them.”
“He wasn’t chasing them,” Sirius frowned, huffing his breath in a little sigh and flicking his hair from his eyes. “He was racing them, Moony.” He grinned, watching the odd colour taking over the room light up his boyfriend’s soft face in a strange iridescent glow. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.”
“I wouldn’t expect me to either, to be honest,” Remus laughed, sighing and searching out Sirius’ fingers with his own.
Between the two chairs they made a little bridge with their arms, their fingers linking in the middle to make a little dip. No-one crossed the bridge and it didn’t actually do anything, but it made the two boys feel the warmth of the fire a hundred times better. In the silence, they squeezed each other’s fingers gently and drank in that relaxed way that leaves you warm and satiated and filled up with contented sighs until you have to let them out beneath your breath.
Sirius let his eyes follow Remus as the other boy suddenly stood and padded across the room to the cupboard. Opening it up and reaching inside, he produced a silver box and grinned, treading his way softly back to his seat and pushing it up to beside Sirius’, snuggling down gently into his side, with a little grin.
“I thought you were going to get a bone out of the cupboard then,” Sirius laughed, unable to help himself.
“You’re a boy as well you know,” Remus laughed, pulling the lid off the box and grinning at the milk chocolate blocks within. “And anyway, the cupboard is bare in the rhyme, isn’t it?”
“Bugger rhymes,” Sirius sniffed, nudging Remus’ jaw with his nose as he looked into the box in his boyfriend’s fingers. “Speaking of buggering,” he picked a chocolate out and placed it on his tongue, closing his mouth around it and sucking hard. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you bare, right now.”
Remus smiled and even the orange glow from the oven door couldn’t quite cover up the blush on his face. Taking a chocolate out of the box, he put it in his own mouth and purred softly at the creamy texture of it as it melted around his hot tongue, leaving Sirius rather entranced in the process.
“There’s something about chocolate and alcohol that just,” he stopped short as Sirius’ lips pressed against his, feeling an arm snake around his back and along his shoulder blade as he shifted to kiss his boyfriend back.
They pressed lips together softly, slowly, enjoying the warmth building up in the room and happy enough to create their own between them. As the last of the chocolate melted within his mouth, Sirius couldn’t help but press his sticky tongue to the lips against his and, after Remus opened his mouth against it, sliding his tongue Remus’ hot mouth. Curling his tongue around Remus’, he sought out the melted chocolate hidden in the hot confines of Remus’ delicious mouth. He felt his boyfriend shudder as the tip of his tongue touched to the roof of his mouth and they both turned where they were sitting to envelope lips over each other, to lick that little bit further as they sighed long and hard against each other’s warm cheeks.
Eventually, they pulled apart, blinking open warmed up eyelids and grinning at each other and Sirius, for the first time, didn’t tilt his chair back, just wrapped his arms around Remus’ shoulders and pulled him close.
“This..,” he breathed against off blond hair, staring at the hobs of the cooker.
“I know,” Remus finished the sentence for him, as though he knew what he was going to say. But of course, Sirius knew, he really did know what he’d been about to say. “I love you too.”
Sirius just smiled and nestled down into the chair a little, picking up his blue socked feet off the floor and placing them back on the kitchen top. As Remus had said, there was just something about chocolates and alcohol and being a few months out of Hogwarts in a run down flat that was just ....
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, kissing the top of Remus’ head with a smile that he couldn’t seem to wipe off his lips. “Just... perfect.”
All Remus did was reach into the box for another chocolate and smile, because they both knew … everything was.
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Date: 2007-01-01 05:28 pm (UTC)Oh, that leaves me totally dead. Lovely.
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Date: 2007-01-02 07:13 am (UTC)I loved the whole thing, it was warming in several ways. *winks*
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