Sirius tried and failed to come up with a retort to the dog breath comment. It had been a source of great amusement to the Marauders that Sirius was so susceptible to being tickled, and he was too busy laughing so hard his eyes watered and squirming to even protest, let alone think up a witty rejoinder. When Remus turned him over, most of the resistance he must have met was from Sirius' flailing limbs and erratic movements but when he found himself on his back, he stilled, and lay back with his head in the soft grass, his arms stretched out behind him, his legs still wrapped around Remus for support, his eyes closed. A smile was spread across his face, although his body still shook with silent laughter.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the laughter stopped, and his body froze like a frightened animal. That smile physically hurt, aching somewhere deep in his chest. His tongue darted out, wetting his chapped lips, while the rest of his body was completely still and his round, wet grey eyes stared up at Remus. When the hand brushed his cheek, he let his breath out, softly and contentedly, and his eyelids fluttered shut, but something stuck in his throat. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like that. When he opened his eyes again, they were no longer wet, but soft and almost unfocused. He propped himself up on his arms bent at the elbow, lifting his head and neck a few inches off the ground.
Remus was so close Sirius could make out every line on his face and every colour in his eye. He was so close that a lock of brown hair tickled Sirius' forehead. He was so close that he could taste the butterbeer on Remus' breath. So close...
Sirius leant in, pink lips parting, so the his nose brushed against Remus' temple, and, with open mouth, licked him across the cheek as sloppily and disgustingly as he could manage.
Taking advantage of the momentary confusion, Sirius pushed off the ground, tackling himself against Remus to push him off to the side. Sirius rolled with Remus, and then started to pick himself up, snickering. "So does this mean I win?"
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Date: 2006-09-03 06:48 pm (UTC)As soon as he opened his eyes, the laughter stopped, and his body froze like a frightened animal. That smile physically hurt, aching somewhere deep in his chest. His tongue darted out, wetting his chapped lips, while the rest of his body was completely still and his round, wet grey eyes stared up at Remus. When the hand brushed his cheek, he let his breath out, softly and contentedly, and his eyelids fluttered shut, but something stuck in his throat. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like that. When he opened his eyes again, they were no longer wet, but soft and almost unfocused. He propped himself up on his arms bent at the elbow, lifting his head and neck a few inches off the ground.
Remus was so close Sirius could make out every line on his face and every colour in his eye. He was so close that a lock of brown hair tickled Sirius' forehead. He was so close that he could taste the butterbeer on Remus' breath. So close...
Sirius leant in, pink lips parting, so the his nose brushed against Remus' temple, and, with open mouth, licked him across the cheek as sloppily and disgustingly as he could manage.
Taking advantage of the momentary confusion, Sirius pushed off the ground, tackling himself against Remus to push him off to the side. Sirius rolled with Remus, and then started to pick himself up, snickering. "So does this mean I win?"