Remus danced a lot when he was a child. He was sent to ballet lessons, where he met lots of other children, little boys in blue leggings and little girls in pink tutus. He was a promising student, until he was bitten and withdrawn from lessons by his overprotective parents. Then, he was taught Jazz Dance by his aunt with a moustache who liked to dance way too close. As a seven year old boy, he hated it, and stopped dancing. But he still danced, alone in his room. He'd dance in the vain hope that one day he'd meet a girl and take her out dancing, like in all the old pictures. It was so romantic, and even as a young boy, he was a sucker for romance.
Now here he was, out dancing with the person of his dreams. But he felt so out of place. The girl in hs dreams had been replaced with a boy, Sirius Black. He had one hand on Remus' chest, the other on Remus' ass, and Remus felt so self conscious. He felt Sirius' own body close by his own, so close that he could feel Sirius' heartbeat. They had almost become one, dancing together in that room full of other dancing couples. The Valentine's Ball, first time the school had ever held one. From the looks of things, the last time, too.
The place was outrageous. People were dressed wildly, exploring their sexualities openly in front of the teachers. Remus knew this was the fashion, yet he felt embarrassed for the people who he saw over Sirius' shoulder dancing with one person and kissing another. And Sirius' body was still so close, oh oh ohh, so close that he couldn't feel himself, so close that he couldn't tell where he started and Sirius ended. Sirius was his dream date, but he had always been so refined, and Sirius' wild ways and dirty dancing, grinding close, hips bumping together, were so different from his own elegance.
But for what it was, for how out of place he felt, for how dirty and wrong this was, Remus felt it wasn't all that bad. He decided he'd dance like this with Sirius more often.
Now here he was, out dancing with the person of his dreams. But he felt so out of place. The girl in hs dreams had been replaced with a boy, Sirius Black. He had one hand on Remus' chest, the other on Remus' ass, and Remus felt so self conscious. He felt Sirius' own body close by his own, so close that he could feel Sirius' heartbeat. They had almost become one, dancing together in that room full of other dancing couples. The Valentine's Ball, first time the school had ever held one. From the looks of things, the last time, too.
The place was outrageous. People were dressed wildly, exploring their sexualities openly in front of the teachers. Remus knew this was the fashion, yet he felt embarrassed for the people who he saw over Sirius' shoulder dancing with one person and kissing another. And Sirius' body was still so close, oh oh ohh, so close that he couldn't feel himself, so close that he couldn't tell where he started and Sirius ended. Sirius was his dream date, but he had always been so refined, and Sirius' wild ways and dirty dancing, grinding close, hips bumping together, were so different from his own elegance.
But for what it was, for how out of place he felt, for how dirty and wrong this was, Remus felt it wasn't all that bad. He decided he'd dance like this with Sirius more often.
