Helium Raven (severity_softly) wrote in ever_fixed_mark, @ 2008-05-07 10:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | adult content: sex: r or nc-17, peter, remus, valentine's day |
011: Let's never tell James what we did on his cloak...
Peter was sprawled on his stomach in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room, writing a letter to his mum. He'd taken to writing to her more often since Christmas. He still sometimes felt guilty for being able to get away from the house in Glasgow, because it was easier, away from the house where he'd grown up, to sort of ignore the fact that his dad wasn't there.
After a while, the warmth of the fire and the flickering light began to make him feel sleepy, so he lowered his head onto his arms and just watched the flames.
Remus stepped through the portrait hole and wandered into the common room. It was getting late and he was tired, but fortunately he didn't have rounds tonight. He stopped for a moment and watched Peter, smiling to himself, and then headed that way, laying down on his stomach next to Peter so that their shoulders touched. "Hey, no sleeping in the common room," he said in a mock authoritative tone, then dropped his head on his arms too, grinning at his boyfriend.
Peter jumped a little when Remus spoke, though he realised at once who it was. He turned his head to glare at him, but he couldn't hold it, and he grinned at Remus.
"M'not asleep," he said in as cheeky a tone as he could mustre when he was this sleepy. "Maybe your eyesight's going."
"No, no," Remus said, nudging Peter. "My hair might already be greying, but my eyes are fine, thank you."
Peter laughed and shifted a little so he could stretch his arm out and brush his fingers against Remus' hair. "I like your hair. Makes you different."
Remus rolled his eyes, snatched Peter's arm and tucked it under his head for a pillow. "Coming in faster than I can yank them. Seventeen going on eighty," he grumbled, snuggling down on the rug, nestling his head against Peter's elbow, and closing his eyes.
"You're handsome," Peter said, smiling and shifting a little closer. He wondered what his dad would have thought about Peter being queer. He hoped he would have been glad Peter was happy. His dad had always liked Remus, at least. He lowered his eyelids a little and watched the firelight on Remus' face.
Remus' lips quirked, but he didn't open his eyes. "Daft." He wished he had the stones to actually really snuggle up against Peter right here. The fire was warm and relaxing enough.
"M'not," Peter said, still smiling. He wanted to wrap his arms around Remus and pull him close, but that would jostle Remus, and anyway, people might notice. He wasn't sure if Remus would want that, even if their friends were all right with their relationship. For that matter, as much as Peter wanted it, he wasn't sure if he was even ready for that.
Remus shifted a bit on Peter's arm, then teased, "You need to eat more. Elbow's too boney." He rolled over on his back and put his hands behind his head, eyes still closed and grinning lazily. "Long day?" he asked, as though he wasn't about to fall asleep himself.
"Mm, it was all right," Peter said. "But someone kept me up late last night." He grinned at Remus, because bed curtains and silencing charms were a very good combination. "And the fire's very cozy."
At that, Remus opened his yes and turned his head to give Peter a mischievous smile. "I've no idea what you're talking about. Funny, though, I slept poorly as well." Though, he'd quite enjoyed what he'd done instead of sleeping. Remus shifted closer, having rolled away when he moved onto his back and lowered his voice. "A bit futile doing all the studying we've been doing if we keep making each other useless in class," he mumbled, grinning, then nudged Peter with his leg.
Peter giggled and nudged Remus back. "But our sort of studying is so much better," he said, trying to pout. It was hard to do when he just wanted to laugh. "You're bloody distracting when it comes to the school sort of studying."
"Mmm, you'll need to find yourself a new study partner then. Can't have that on my conscience," Remus teased, nudging Peter harder.
"Oi," Peter said softly. He was going to tickle Remus the next time he got nudged. "You trying to ditch me?" He nudged Remus back, because he really just wanted an excuse to tickle Remus.
"Never." Remus smiled at Peter for a moment, then kicked his foot.
"Good thing," Peter said, and slid a hand over to crook his fingers against Remus' ribs.
Remus made a high pitched noise, squirmed, and then shoved at Peter's side. "Oh, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me angry!" he gasped playfully, then tickled Peter back, more relentlessly than Peter had him.
Peter gasped and flailed, trying not to hurt Remus but trying to catch his wrists and make him stop. Of course, Remus was more agile than he, and finally Peter collapsed, giggling breathlessly, in surrender. He watched Remus, feeling stupidly happy. "I love you," he whispered between gasps for breath.
He wasn't sure how he did it, but Remus managed to circumvent Peter's attept to grap his wrists, and grab Peter's instead. It was only then that he realised he'd wrestled his way on top of Peter, and he darted a quick glance around the common room, then leaned down to kiss Peter once he was sure it was clear to do so.
Oh, that was...Peter thought he might melt with happiness. He smiled up at Remus.
Remus kissed Peter again because the expression on his face was just beautiful, and then rolled off Peter to lay on his side next to him. They couldn't start getting too bold, after all.
Peter didn't move, except to turn his head and continue smiling at Remus. He knew they couldn't act like this often, not here, but it would be so nice to be able to snuggle up together in front of the fire.
Remus grinned at him and reached out to brush Peter's fringe back... then had to force his hands to stay to themselves. "Love you," he whispered.
"Sometimes I think it's funny," Peter said softly, "that this year the best thing and the worst thing in my life both happened." He paused. "Sometimes I even wonder if it's because God knew I needed you to get through...losing Dad. But maybe God doesn't really exist. I don't know."
Remus bit his lip and looked at Peter's face, suddenly at a loss for words. "I don't really know about all that, Pete," he said quietly. "I'm just glad I can help just by being here." Remus shrugged and shifted. "My parents... my mum, actually... she went to church a lot after... well, after. But, she stopped after a while." Remus thought she was praying for a miracle, but he just kept changing every month.
"After...oh." Peter nodded. After a while he slid his hand across the floor to brush Remus' cheek. "You do. Everything's better with you," he whispered.
Remus reached up and curled his fingers around Peter's, then brushed his lips to them. "Same could be said of you."
Peter smiled again, his eyes lighting up. "Really?"
Remus nodded, then laughed a little. "Don't act so surprised."
Still smiling, Peter shrugged. "I just...you know." He laughed a little. "I'm glad."