11 December 2009
Title: Between Towels and Boys
Smell (also known as prompt): Soil
Scene: Fifth Year, Boys bathroom, 1975
Words: 100
Authors note: Midway! Its hard making fluff without kisses but hey, so far so good.
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"Do you even care up there on your high horse?"
"It was a prank Moony "
"Prank? Dungebombs are pranks; This… I could've bit him! Killed him or transformed him into a beast, like me!"
"Don't call yourself a beast!"
"That's what I am, damnit Sirius!"
"I'm sorry Remus"
"It's not going to do this time"
So he grabbed my cheeks, pressed him towards me forcefully and leaned into my lips.
Smelling like soil, looking like a moron, he kissed me, without hesitations.
Full on, wet, and clumsily on the lips.
"I'm sorry, okay?" he stuttered afterwards with cheeks burning.
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