Hello! I'm going to be without internet service this weekend, so here is your weekly update early! This chapter is for GOThrones, who requested a first kiss moment. I haven't had a chance to respond to everyone's lovely reviews, but rest assured that I will sit down and answer them all as soon as I get a chance (and good internet)! I put this up in kind of a rush, so feel free to point out any mistakes and I will come back to edit them later. Enjoy.
It's a peck on the cheek at first, just a quick press of dry lips that has him blushing and glaring at the three boys who are now laughing at him. They've always messed around like this, puckered lips to tease each other with silly kissing sounds, but Remus never knew he could pink all the way up to his ears until that moment when Sirius's lips had touched his skin and his heart decided to vacate its position in his chest and move to his stomach.
It's a smoothing of lips lingering on his forehead as he lies on the ground of the Shrieking Shack, shaking, blood running in rivulets down his back and making Sirius's hand there slippery-red.
It's a tight hug with faces smashed into necks and no words besides Sirius's broken, "I'm sorry, Remus. I am so, so sorry," over and over again as his lips press at the juncture of Remus's shoulder, hot and open-mouthed.
It's late at night on the Astronomy tower, the inky sky above dotted with a million stars and Remus is cold despite the smoke of the cigarette they're sharing burning in his lungs and the hand Sirius has laid casually on his knee.
"It could ruin everything, couldn't it?"
Remus nods. "Yeah."
"I mean, really mess everything up. We're two poorly sorted individuals, Remus."
"Indeed."
Sirius turns to look at him, his normally pale grey eyes dark around the edges, the moon casting shadows on his face. He stubs the cigarette out, and his hand smells faintly of nicotine as he brings it to cup Remus's face. Remus finds himself leaning into the touch, to the warmth that Sirius always seems to carry around with him.
Sirius's fingers slip down to trace his mouth, thumb moving back and forth over his bottom lip. Remus lets out a stuttered breath, his heart making its by now accustomed journey to his stomach, where it stays beating wildly with the butterflies.
"But I think we could be amazing." Sirius's voice is soft and his breath warm and smoky as it flows over Remus.
Remus stares back at Sirius, eyes dark and intent, and whispers, "So let's be amazing."
Sirius's smile is sweet with a side of wicked, and Remus feels his own mouth tilt up as Sirius brings their heads together, noses mashing as heads slant and learn how to fit together.
The first press of lips is light, chaste, closed mouths moving against each other, testing. They pull back, laugh, and dive in again, this time with mouths open and tongues exploring, mapping. They kiss until oxygen becomes a necessity, resting foreheads together as the sound of their panting fills the air around them.
Sirius's hand is tangled in Remus's hair, and as he lets his lips brush over Remus's once more, he breathes, "Amazing."