A peck is a peck.
It's slow and pure. It's fast. It's friendly. It's for everyone. It's right there on the cheek. No-one will ever mind. And if they do, they're pretending.
A kiss is a kiss.
It's not fast. Not slow. Just right. Perfect. Friendly. It's intimate, but only if you want it to be. Just lips. Nothing else. Transferring messages rather than saying them. It speaks volume without an actual voice. A great messenger.
It's tender. It's unexpected. Addictive. It's just…
everything you want it to be.
Just one simple moment taken from their time. Never wasted. It's only them and them. Alone.
Their tongues wrestle slightly. Their hearts beat in harmony. They forget their troubles, their worries. Even their lives. Just them on this big, tiny planet. It's their own, small island. A barrier no-one can break.
No-one. Not the worst enemy. Not even the ugliest disease.
The world stops. Their lives stop. Every sound is incoherent to their ears. Everything they know is far away.
Their kiss is needy and messy. They smile into each other's touch. Get a taste now. And then. Slip in small scripts only they would understand. It's never too fast, never too slow. A pace and rhythm made by them. A beat only they can sway on.
They're fragile. They can't take the next step. They don't dare to take the next step. But they don't need to. What they have is already enough.
Where is the love? They don't know entirely. They don't speak of it, but they can feel that it's there. They don't want to jinx it. They don't want to touch the untouched. Just the purity of their hearts.
When it's over, it's over. They're breathless and their lips can't hold their senses together. It's different. They act like it has never happened. Like it doesn't exist. Never existed. No-one knows about what they are doing. They don't plan on telling them. They just go on with their lives.
One leaves for a mission and hopes to succeed. One stays behind and hopes nothing bad will happen.
What they don't tell each other, what they don't dare to tell each other is…
how hard it is to breath outside their barrier. how hard it is to step outside and say nothing happened. how hard it is to put on a mask every day so nobody would suspect anything. how hard it's setting their teeth on edge that it's so secret.
How hard it is to live outside their makeshift world.
A kiss is a kiss. A peck is a peck. But how long can they hold it out? Until, you know,
until it becomes insanely irresistible.
Until it becomes more than just a urge for a feather. But clashing and pulling and ripping and yelling and biting. And loving.
Everything you want laid out in front of you. You can look. You can reach. But you can never touch. Never.
Understand it? Good. I think I'm finished.
A/N: OotP-Sirius/Remus.