Title: Apple Cider
Author: Padfootwolfboy
Pairing: SB/RL
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Worship me! I command you!
Disclaimer: Not… Mine…
Notes: Finally! Something that's not a drabble! Whoo-hoo! An actual
fluffy little ficlet. Yay! Sirius decides how he likes his apple cider… Not
graphic; not beta'd. (Since when is my stuff ever beta'd?)
Sirius Black hungrily attacked the man's lips, consumed with a sultry curiosity of what he tasted. He ran his tongue lightly across the underside of the upper lip. Cinnamon. Hmm, yes, that was part of it. What else though? He dipped his tongue inside for just a quick sip. Brown sugar. Yummy, but still one more thing. What was it? He opened his mouth and let his tongue explore further. A different, sweet-sour taste danced on his taste buds. He knew what it was.
"Mmm, apple cider…"
The laugh his sleepy-eyed moan had elicited brought the color to his cheeks. He had not meant to say it allowed. He peaked one thundery, gray eye open to see the reaction on his mate's face.
Remus's eyes were glowing with warmth, like two golden lamplights in the dead of a winter's night. "Yes, I just had some," he chuckled, licking his lips in memory of the sugary taste of ripe apples. He grinned at Sirius. "It was quite good."
A smile sprang to Sirius's freshly-kissed lips. "I can tell," he whispered throatily, redness leaking away from his cheeks. "Where'd you get it from?"
Remus's eyes narrowed and mouth formed a smirk at the oddly placed question. "The corner store… Why?"
Sirius took a deep breath and gazed about the room from his spot on the couch, still entangled in the other man's arms. "Got any left?" he responded after a delayed second, eyes alighting in hope and want of food.
"Yeah, I think so…" Remus answered cautiously, not quite sure what Sirius was going to suggest they do with the remaining cider. He was very fond of it and didn't want it going to waste.
"Can I have some?" Sirius's eyebrows wiggled in a hopeful, near-childish way. There was no way Remus could refuse the cheery request.
"Sure. Let me go get you a mug."
He stood up (after untangling himself from the mass of arms and legs that had mysteriously overrun the entire couch) and shot Sirius a questioning look as he walked into the kitchen. He promptly returned with a cooling mug of fresh apple cider. He handed the cup to Sirius and watched as the man took a long swig. As he pulled the mug down from his lips (now glistening with the warm, sugary liquid—a very pleasing look Remus decided), a dissatisfied frown was left there.
Remus was confused. "Not good?"
Sirius shook his head in reply. "Something's off about it. It's missing something."
"Well, I put some brown sugar in it. Maybe it needs more."
Remus was about to stand when Sirius stopped him. "No, no. That's not it. It's…" He scrunched his face up trying to describe why the taste was suddenly so unpleasant. "I don't know," he finally admitted, face muscles relaxing again. "Something." The mug was held out to Remus, either in an offer to try it or a request to remove it from his site. Remus opted for the first one, and took a drink.
"Seems fine to me, Siri—"
Before his statement could be completed, he had another Sirius attached to his still-opened mouth. He finished the last two syllables of "Sirius" into the owner's wet mouth and prying tongue. When Sirius finally pulled back, a grin was plastered over his entire face.
"Ahh! That's better," he sighed happily. "Hit the spot."
Remus chuckled again and pecked a gentle kiss onto Sirius's reddened lips. "Glad you like my apple cider so much, Padfoot."