Title: Surprise Snog
Author: Xans
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13ish/T, I guess.
Genres: Fluff, romance
Archive: Here, on my lj, ask if you want to put anywhere else (although I Siriusly doubt it)
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Warnings: Slash, I guess
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are borrowed shamelessly from the creator(s) with no intent to make profit—unless comments are now profit—or to claim as my own creations. In simpler terms: so not mine, however much I adore 'em.
Summary: Sirius has a bad habit that grates Remus' nerves.
He's almost biting his nails again. His hand curls in a half fist, pressed against lips, tips of the nails just touching teeth. It wouldn't annoy him half so much, if Sirius would just chew at the nails. Remus chews his nails. Sirius doesn't, though, and rests his hand there, just at the edge of temptation. Temptation.
Remus wonders how Sirius has the self-restraint for such a little thing as biting his nails. Remus wonders--
"Moony?"
Bugger. He's been caught staring.
"You've got that 'I'm a Prefect and I'm going to scold you' look on your face again. Don't want to wind to change and your face freeze that way forever, do you?"
He rolls his eyes, and glances away. When he glances back Sirius is almost biting his nails again. Sirius's fingers are resting lightly on his lips. His jaw clenches, and before he can think, Remus has lunged across the bed to push Sirius's hand away.
"Moony, what--"
He's kissing Sirius. Those lips. That mouth. Oh, Godric's golf balls, that beautiful mouth. A part of him screams at yielding to temptation, but the rest of him is lost in a swirl of tongues, bumping noses, and simply reveling in all that is Sirius. With reluctance, he pulls away for air.
Remus wonders how Sirius always manages to get him to lose control. Remus wonders--
"Stop thinking, you nancy git, and do that again."