LMOM #15: Bits of Blue and Gold (PG-13) TITLE: Bits of Blue and Gold (15 of 31) AUTHOR:summerborn RATING: PG-13 PAIRING: Remus/Tonks, Remus and Severus as voyeurs KINK: Voyeurism CHALLENGE: Lusty Month of May 2009 AUTHOR NOTES: This story takes place post-war, but follows canon only through HBP. You may wish to start at the beginning of the story. WORD COUNT THIS EPISODE: 550
Severus didn't say anything else, but continued his work on the memory, which Remus was content to watch. He wasn't exactly sure why Severus had invited him along, unless it was for the same reason that Remus had accepted: curiosity, relief in having someone who knew you from before the war, and perhaps a little bit of loneliness.
Tonks' voice cut through his observation. "What's the matter, Remus?"
"Nothing, Nymphadora," he heard himself say. Severus' expression didn't vary from his intent concentration as the two in the memory played out their painful conversation.
Remus listened with half an ear. It was an odd sensation, to listen to yourself have a conversation you couldn't exactly remember but one that you knew you must have had, and when the words were spoken to instantly recognize them as if you had remembered all along.
"Nymphadora... I'm not in love with you," the memory Lupin said.
The line in between Severus' eyes relaxed slightly, unless Remus was imagining things. He asked a question without really thinking about what he was saying, only having a sense of wanting to draw Severus into conversation again.
"Is this the first time you've seen this particular memory?"
Severus glanced at him, then back to the couple on the bed. "Draco screened it for me."
Remus took that as a 'yes.' He followed Severus' gaze to the bed, where he saw himself, lying partially covered and looking pained, but more interesting were the smooth curves of Tonks' body where she lay on her side. He could see her back, the strong lines of her shoulders and arms as she propped herself up, and her rounded backside only partly covered by the bedsheet that memory-Lupin had pulled up over her. The sheet covered enough that she was not entirely bare, but it hinted at much more than it covered.
He looked back at Severus, and was surprised to find that he was being watched. Severus looked away almost immediately, back to his wandwork, but Remus found he was no longer interested in what was going on in the scene they had been watching. He was struck by the incongruity of Severus Snape wearing Muggle clothes – clothes that appeared to be tailored for him, mind, and not of the poorer quality that Remus himself had become accustomed to wearing – and also by the intensity of Severus' gaze when it had been turned upon him.
Was it possible that there was more on the table here than just spending a little time with someone from before they'd each been presumed dead? Remus had never thought of Severus as... a possibility, not in that way, but he couldn't deny that when he looked at him now, thought of what it might be like to have those hands brushing against his skin - easy, now, Remus, can't let your imagination get carried away without a single hint of returned interest. In short, he couldn't deny that there was a spark of interest from his side of things, and that plus the sight of Tonks, storming out of the bedroom, rejected and naked, brought to mind something Severus had said just moments before.
"Severus?" Remus said. "What made you think I was gay?"
The memory ended then, before Severus could respond, and they were standing in the viewing room, with the swirling silver-grey of the Pensieve reflecting the light onto their faces.