Oh, the lovely intimacy of this fic! Such beautiful, awkward touching! I love the hesitancy, and the very interesting modern feel to it.
And it flows so nicely. From the friendly, boyish humor: “Hate shopping,” he says vehemently, grumbling the words into Remus’ neck. Remus reaches up to ruffle his hair, smiling, and Sirius reacts with a shake of his head that is more than a little bit Padfoot.
“Why’s that?” Remus asks, indulgent, distracting Sirius before he can come up with some sort of doubtless-inventive revenge.
“It’s shit.” Sirius says guilelessly, “and boring. And cold.”
to the gentle confusion of brushing fingers and the touch of Sirius'hair, to the wonderful kiss at the end: Remus laughs into the kiss, delighted, and when Sirius asks why he whispers, “Shhh,” and he doesn’t tell Sirius that he tastes like hot chocolate., it all just WORKED.
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And it flows so nicely. From the friendly, boyish humor:
“Hate shopping,” he says vehemently, grumbling the words into Remus’ neck. Remus reaches up to ruffle his hair, smiling, and Sirius reacts with a shake of his head that is more than a little bit Padfoot.
“Why’s that?” Remus asks, indulgent, distracting Sirius before he can come up with some sort of doubtless-inventive revenge.
“It’s shit.” Sirius says guilelessly, “and boring. And cold.”
to the gentle confusion of brushing fingers and the touch of Sirius'hair, to the wonderful kiss at the end: Remus laughs into the kiss, delighted, and when Sirius asks why he whispers, “Shhh,” and he doesn’t tell Sirius that he tastes like hot chocolate., it all just WORKED.
Nice job!