Author: hkpadfoot
Rating: PG
Summary: It was his kisses...
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
A/N: I'm on a roll with the stories and no reviews. T.T Oh well. My muse is going absolutely nuts for some reason. Enjoy, and please, please,
His Kiss
It was his kisses, Remus decided one day, looking up from the book in his lap and staring out the window down to the grounds where tiny dots of black moved among the snow engaged in an all out war. He smiled fondly knowing that James, Peter, and Sirius were down their right now, fighting in his name, as he was forbidden to leave the castle by Madam Pomfrey after the full moon the night before.
The look on Sirius' face when Remus reminded him of why he couldn't go beat slimy Slytherins in snow ball war was absolutely heartbreaking, but it spoke the promise of one of those kisses.
Remus preferred hugging much more to kissing, but those kisses. They were sloppy. There was too much lip and tongue. They were the most poorly executed kisses ever made. Remus usually had to wipe his entire face clean of saliva after them. Noses knocked and fumbles were made, and all in all they were terrible, absolutely terrible kisses.
But every time they were separated, Remus could always count on Sirius greeting him with one of those kisses with the enthusiasm and passion that made them so sloppy. It was as if time moved for Sirius like it would for his counter-part Padfoot, and five minutes became five hours which became five years.
And Remus never complained.
They were sloppy and they were messy and they were terrible kisses in the grand scheme of things. But they were his kisses. And that was all that mattered.