((ooh la la, an update! I should be working on Spanish and yet I am writing
this. Priorities, priorities! Yes, Mali, m'dear: slash. I can't get away
from it no matter how little I try ~.^. I'm too obsessed with it! But don't
you worry your head too much, there won't be much slash in here (no matter
how much I love it) and as this chapter displays...there will indeed be
Lily/Remus. Muuahahaha! ^.^* All my love, ~Lizney Wolf~))
++++++++++ To Know True Love Chapter Three A Dream is Just A Dream ++++++++++
//He could feel her body on his, her slender form moving against him once again. She was whispering in his ear some kind of incoherent nonsense that made him laugh and made her give him a light smack on the cheek. Her fiery hair ran trails down his bare shoulders, crossing his back as well as her own, tickling him enticingly. Her skin was cream colored under her robes, and it was wondrous to him even though he had seen it so many times before. When her breath had slowed, and his as well, and they shifted under burgundy sheets so his mouth was level to her ear, he leaned into her, hugging his arms tight around her exposed waist.
"Lily?" She withered softly against him.
"Yeah, Remmy?" Her voice was lilting and sweet, smelling of honey and spiced tea.
"Lily, I love you..."\\
Remus woke up, rolled over before he could hear if Lily loved him as well. But that didn't matter, he knew the answer. It would be the same answer as in every other one of his dreams: Of coarse she loved him. She had loved him ever since she met him.
The thought made him smile and roll into a pained ball at the same time. The thought of her, laying there in his arms. The feeling of her beside him in his bed, and knowing that it was all just a dream, that it could never really come to be. It made his stomach feel like it was falling out of his feet. Made his heart feel like it was deflating like a sad, popped balloon.
And yet...he didn't stop thinking of it, because it hurt enough to draw him into becoming addicted to it. As much as it upset him to look upon Lily as she talked in her soft, sweet manner to James, Remus didn't look away, if only so he could keep looking on her smooth, smiling face.
Remus sat up in bed with a bit of effort, and hoped that it was the middle of the night, that he had slept straight through the last few classes as well as dinner. Yet when he drew his bed hangings aside, the bright light of mid-day still poured in through the window right between Sirius' and Peter's beds. Well...maybe not mid-day, but to his tired eyes it was bright enough to be. No...it was more early evening, but not yet dark enough for dinner.
He crawled out from under his thick, burgundy quilt and settled his bare feet on the floor. The only thing he had taken off before he slumped into bed that afternoon were his shoes and socks. Black robes were crumpled and pulled every which way around his long legs and broad shoulders. He yanked them back into place and wandered toward the window, overlooking most of the Hogwarts Grounds, with a clear view of Hagrid's cabin and the notorious Whopping Willow.
Classes must be over for the day, Remus speculated. The grounds were practically swarming with exuberant students enjoying the last of the crisp fall air before the chill of winter set in. His bare feet felt the cool already trying to permeate the school walls, and he bounced a bit to keep warm.
The Whopping Willow bent lazily against the wind while a small group of students (from this distance, it looked to Remus like a crowd of four 2nd or 3rd years) approached it with jeering caution. As Remus watched on, one boy was pushed to the front of the cluster and before anyone knew what had happened, the boy was laying fifteen yards away from the trunk of the Willow, rolling across the blood stained grass, howling in pain. His cries carried all the way up to the Gryffindor tower.
Remus grimaced and turned away from the window, running a frustrated hand down a particularly pale face. For some reason, that was only rational in his own head, he felt totally responsible whenever the Willow thumped anyone.
//"It's their own damn fault, Remus! If they want to be bloody dolts, let them. It's no fault of yours." That was James, in their fifth year, making up predictions for his Divination homework, with Peter nodding energetically at his side. A first year had gone to the Hospital Wing that night, broken in more places than Madam Pomfrey would let on, after she'd tried to stop her friend from messing with the tree. Lily had wrapped a thin arm over Remus' shaking shoulders and Sirius had the chance to try out his Cheering Charm, which had been giving him trouble...\\
Remus was quickly pulled out of his nostalgic reverie, and back to the here- and-now as a bell tolled somewhere in the heart of the school. He glanced out the window and saw the students streaming back into the school on their way to the Great Hall for dinner. And slowly, very slowly, he heard the Gryffindor common room empty out.
Remus waited ten more minutes before he ventured cautiously out onto the staircase, his shoes forgotten under his bed, and walked into an empty common room. His stomach growled loud enough to reverberate off of the stone walls, and he blushed with embarrassment even though no one was there to hear it.
God, he was starving. He hadn't eaten anything during lunch, and his appetite always grew with the nearing full moon.
But going to the Great Hall was out of the question.
If he saw Lily one more time, especially after one of those...those dreams, he thought he might implode. So instead, he started toward the Kitchens, his feet padding on the marble floor as the portrait of the Fat Lady closed soundlessly behind him.
He passed the din of the Great Hall, hearing what he thought to be Lily's soft voice over all the other noises. His heart constricted and he ran the rest of the way to the portrait of a bowl of fruit, scratching breathlessly at the large green pear.
The newly formed door swung open and the sweet, warm, smells of food cooking hit him softly in the face. It made any anxiety melt happily off of him and he smiled contentedly as he stepped into the large kitchen.
House elves looked up from their work at the counters (aligned perfectly under the House tables above) and waved jovially at him when the door closed and morphed back into the six foot tall fruit portrait. Seven years of visiting these kitchens had created friendships and recognition that helped when the midnight munchies hit, which they always seemed to do whenever a bored Marauder and an invisibility cloak were near by.
"Hallo Sprout," Remus grinned at a female House elf dressed in an apron that was much too big for her, and smiling with warm enthusiasm.
"Greetings Master Remus! My we've had so many visitors this evening," Sprout's voice was high and willowy, she was bouncing on her heels with irrepressible excitement. Remus laughed and tilted his head questioningly. "Yes, indeed, Master Remus," Sprout continued. "Why, Mistress Lily is just over by the fire!"
Remus' smile vanished, though not with contempt, but with total, utter, inexplicable panic. He glanced at the floor-to-ceiling fireplace where there was a red haired head standing out unmistakably against the brown brick work. He walked around one of the long wooden counters, and the rest of Lily materialized to join her hair.
Lily looked up from folded hands and her eyes met with Remus' gawking stare. "I thought you'd come down here."
+++++++++++++++++++++++ Time for a commercial break! "Why" do you ask? Because if this were an afternoon soap opera then right about now would be the time that one of those totally bizarre commercials for 'male related problems' would come on. We don't have any of those commercials, mainly because I hate them and whenever they come on I cower in the corner...but here's another commercial to pass the time:
Here's a jingle for Goldfish, wrote a song for Goldfish, the wholesome snack that smiles back until you bite their heads off. Don't you know they're made with real cheese, even though they look like fishies. The snack that smiles back; Goldfish!
Wahoo! Yeah man! Wasn't that totally worth it? Ok...back to our regularly scheduled fanfic! ((I really shouldn't write while I'm watching Saturday Night Live...)) +++++++++++++++++++++++
"You knew I'd come down here?" It was all Remus could think of saying, and he shut his eyes momentarily to let the idiocy of the comment sink in. When he opened his eyes again, she was pressing a glass of sweet smelling, creamy yellow liquid into his hand. Dandelion juice.
//"Moony...what are you drinking?" That was Sirius this time, in their fourth year, coming up behind Remus when he thought he was safely alone in the kitchen, enjoying his favorite drink.
"It's...erm...well, what I mean to say is...." And with that the glass had been poured down the drain, by Sirius' hand. Then James, with a sulky Peter close behind joined the two, and a small crate of Firewhiskey was revealed to be underneath a hidden invisibility cloak.
"C'mon, Moony! Drink some of this stuff, it'll take that taste of flowers right out of your mouth." The burning in his throat that continued to his stomach and the jeers as Peter spat his back across the stone floor echoed in his now foggy brain. \\
That'd been the last time Remus touched Dandelion juice in the presence of the Marauders, he had no idea what would become of him if they knew he still drank it after the whiskey episode, when they tried to knock the "girliness" out of him. He only drank the stuff down here...alone...so how would Lily...?
"Your friends can be very informative," Lily said with a giggle, glancing behind Remus at a red faced Sprout who suddenly made herself very busy with washing a particularly clean cup. Remus smiled, taking the drink from Lily and following her back to sit next to the crackling fire.
"So the others are at dinner?" Remus said, hoping against all else that Sirius, James and Peter wouldn't come out from some shadow in the cavernous kitchen, leaving the invisibility cloak trailing behind them. Lily laughed with a bit more liveliness than Remus felt was all together necessary, but subdued herself when she saw Remus' nervous expression.
"Don't worry, Remmy," Lily said when she began to get her voice back, her breath slowing gradually. "They're not gonna come out from any corners. I told them I had to work in the library, and you know they won't set foot in there, so they shouldn't find out that I was lying." She finished this thought off with a grin and a wink.
Remus barely heard her, instead he was trying to clear his head. Her face, flushed with laughter, and her quickened breath had brought back some more memorable moments from the dream he'd had just hardly half an hour before. He looked down, nodding to her words, his eyes wide with the effort to stay composed.
"Remus what's wrong?" Her voice was closer than he had anticipated, and when he looked up he realized that she had slid off of her stool and was crouching down in front of him, sliding her hand into his. "You've been acting so strangely."
Remus opened his mouth and started to speak, thought better of it and closed it again. He repeated this process two more times until a smile had replaced the worried look on Lily's face. She shifted so she was sitting cross-legged at his feet, waiting with patience for his answer.
"I've had a lot on my mind, is all," He said with no conviction in his voice. His thumb ran tracks up and down her soft, pale hand. She smiled concernedly up at him, and when he looked at her sympathetic, pretty face, he finally found his voice.
"Lily, you...you love James, don't you?" The only thing that made the sentence a question was the way Remus' tone went up at the end of it. Of coarse she loved James, which made Remus' plight that much more futile.
Lily seemed surprised, "Why...yes, I...I love him. Very much. Of coarse. Why? Remus, what's going on?" She seemed quite worried now, and with a wicked kind of pleasure Remus realized that she assumed James might be cheating on her. Yes, that was just something the Snitch wielding Quidditch star would do. Remus shook his head and let out a low, humorless laugh.
"Nothing. Nothing's going on. I just... Lily, have you ever loved someone so much that you just couldn't stand it. Like you felt like you would want to die rather than to stay away from them for too long, but whenever you were around them you felt like you were rubbish, because...well....because they didn't love you back." His voice was oddly strong for the frailty he was feeling inside of his chest. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow, tilting her head to the side.
To Remus she looked like an adorable kind of sprite (or something else just as mystical and striking), sitting there at his feet, staring up at him with a bewildered expression of sympathy and concern. She was beautiful. Right then and there he felt weeks of desire and necessity build up to a head, threatening to explode forth from him. And rather than become a splattered mess all over the lovely brick work of the kitchen, he cupped her chin in a surprisingly still hand and lifted her face up to his.
When there lips met, there for the first time in the conscious world, Remus' head swam, and if he hadn't been sitting down already, he was sure he would have fallen over. When she pulled away with a gasp and fell back on the stone floor, Remus felt like the kiss had lasted his entire life, but moments later, looking at her shocked face, he deflated with such force that he slipped sideways off of his stool.
The stool clattered into the wall and Remus stared at it rather than looking over at Lily, who was still laying motionless on the floor.
"Remus..." She sat up and stared at him for a moment before she crawled over to him. He became very interested in a spot of dust rolling across the floor between them. "...Remus..." She closed the space between them even more until he could feel her breath on his neck. He closed his eyes. "...Remus..."
He laughed, looking up at her. "Lily, is there an end to that sentence?" But if there was one he never found out, their lips met for a second moment. This time she was the one who leaned into him and he could feel her smile against his mouth.
Remus weaved one hand into her hair while the other supported him as he leaned back on the floor. He wanted to yell with relief and ecstasy, but stayed quiet except for the moan that escaped as he opened his lips...and she followed suit. He hesitated only slightly before his tongue ventured into her mouth and he felt her gasp faintly. A few moments later their tongues were entwining and Remus had the urge to wrap his free arm around Lily's waist to bring her closer.
It only took a moment after he lifted the supporting hand from the floor for him to be sprawled out on the stones with a thump, bringing Lily down with him. He groaned, a pain billowing from the back of his head.
"Oh...that's what that hand was for," Remus said with a weak smile. Lily blinked and then chuckled softly, her head falling onto Remus' chest. With a sigh she crawled off of him, getting awkwardly to her feet and placing out a hand for Remus to take. He obliged and she pulled him up. He massaged the back of his head while she studied him with an inquisitive gaze.
"So...that's what it's been all about, then?" Lily's voice was frailer than it normally would have been. She was pale, all but her brightly flushed cheeks and her wide, sparkling green eyes. "You've been odd for weeks...because of me?"
"Yeah." What else could he say? It was the truth and there was no use in denying it.
He thought she would be angry, or at the very least he expected her to start explaining to him about how she was with James, and that although she loved Remus dearly, it obviously wasn't in the way he loved her. Instead she smiled impishly, placed a hand on Remus' chest and pushed him back against the solid wall.
"God, Remus, you're so adorable." Her mouth hit his with such force that his head banged against the wall and he groaned with a laugh. "I'm sorry," she whispered, pressing her lips against his once more. He smiled when she opened her mouth and twirled her tongue against his teeth.
They were a perfect fit, her arms wrapped around his shoulders with her entire form pressed against his, her curves against his angular lines. His hands were entwined in her hair, traveling down her back, making her shiver when he ran a finger down her spine. They were moving together with the pace of their lips, taking quick breaths so as not to break the rhythm. Only when Remus heard a sharp throat clearing did he remember where they were.
Lily pulled away trying to settle down her flurry of hair while she was trying to catch her breath. Remus tried to straighten his robes, which had come open, showing an untucked shirt and an unmade tie. When he searched for the source of the noise, he saw a House elf dressed smartly in the blue Hogwarts uniform, staring incredulously from Lily's flushed face to the bulge that had formed in Remus' trousers.
Remus looked down to where the House elf's eyes had traveled and quickly pulled his robes together, turning (if it was possible) even redder.
"If the Master will excuse me?" The House elf's voice probably would have been infectious and kind if it weren't brimming with white hot annoyance. "We need to get on with delivering desert...and you two are...erm...leaning on the supply closet." Remus moved quickly to the side, taking up on of Lily's arms and pulling her along with him. She moved willingly.
"Have a fine day...young Master, Mistress." The House elf seemed to be smiling, now that they had gotten out of his way. Behind the blue suited elf, Sprout was grinning widely while shooing the two away, nodding toward the door. Remus nodded, giving a wary smile to the elf that had first addressed them, and pulling a fiercely giggling Lily out into the marble corridor.
((BY the way...Sirius and Remus can be gay if I bloody damn well want them to be! O_o#))
((One more thing...I wrote this in the middle of the night...forgive me -_-*))
((Oh! A new update should be coming shortly...quite shortly. This one would have come earlier except that my Internet has been very mean to me as of late. So! Anyway! How am I handling my first romantic rendezvous? I'll continue even if you don't like it, o_o, but I would like to see some reviews so I know what you guys think about it. ^_^ I was wondering if Lily seemed a bit too...forward. That's the impression I got when I reread it...but that may just be a good thing. I dunno. I liked it! lol!))
++++++++++ To Know True Love Chapter Three A Dream is Just A Dream ++++++++++
//He could feel her body on his, her slender form moving against him once again. She was whispering in his ear some kind of incoherent nonsense that made him laugh and made her give him a light smack on the cheek. Her fiery hair ran trails down his bare shoulders, crossing his back as well as her own, tickling him enticingly. Her skin was cream colored under her robes, and it was wondrous to him even though he had seen it so many times before. When her breath had slowed, and his as well, and they shifted under burgundy sheets so his mouth was level to her ear, he leaned into her, hugging his arms tight around her exposed waist.
"Lily?" She withered softly against him.
"Yeah, Remmy?" Her voice was lilting and sweet, smelling of honey and spiced tea.
"Lily, I love you..."\\
Remus woke up, rolled over before he could hear if Lily loved him as well. But that didn't matter, he knew the answer. It would be the same answer as in every other one of his dreams: Of coarse she loved him. She had loved him ever since she met him.
The thought made him smile and roll into a pained ball at the same time. The thought of her, laying there in his arms. The feeling of her beside him in his bed, and knowing that it was all just a dream, that it could never really come to be. It made his stomach feel like it was falling out of his feet. Made his heart feel like it was deflating like a sad, popped balloon.
And yet...he didn't stop thinking of it, because it hurt enough to draw him into becoming addicted to it. As much as it upset him to look upon Lily as she talked in her soft, sweet manner to James, Remus didn't look away, if only so he could keep looking on her smooth, smiling face.
Remus sat up in bed with a bit of effort, and hoped that it was the middle of the night, that he had slept straight through the last few classes as well as dinner. Yet when he drew his bed hangings aside, the bright light of mid-day still poured in through the window right between Sirius' and Peter's beds. Well...maybe not mid-day, but to his tired eyes it was bright enough to be. No...it was more early evening, but not yet dark enough for dinner.
He crawled out from under his thick, burgundy quilt and settled his bare feet on the floor. The only thing he had taken off before he slumped into bed that afternoon were his shoes and socks. Black robes were crumpled and pulled every which way around his long legs and broad shoulders. He yanked them back into place and wandered toward the window, overlooking most of the Hogwarts Grounds, with a clear view of Hagrid's cabin and the notorious Whopping Willow.
Classes must be over for the day, Remus speculated. The grounds were practically swarming with exuberant students enjoying the last of the crisp fall air before the chill of winter set in. His bare feet felt the cool already trying to permeate the school walls, and he bounced a bit to keep warm.
The Whopping Willow bent lazily against the wind while a small group of students (from this distance, it looked to Remus like a crowd of four 2nd or 3rd years) approached it with jeering caution. As Remus watched on, one boy was pushed to the front of the cluster and before anyone knew what had happened, the boy was laying fifteen yards away from the trunk of the Willow, rolling across the blood stained grass, howling in pain. His cries carried all the way up to the Gryffindor tower.
Remus grimaced and turned away from the window, running a frustrated hand down a particularly pale face. For some reason, that was only rational in his own head, he felt totally responsible whenever the Willow thumped anyone.
//"It's their own damn fault, Remus! If they want to be bloody dolts, let them. It's no fault of yours." That was James, in their fifth year, making up predictions for his Divination homework, with Peter nodding energetically at his side. A first year had gone to the Hospital Wing that night, broken in more places than Madam Pomfrey would let on, after she'd tried to stop her friend from messing with the tree. Lily had wrapped a thin arm over Remus' shaking shoulders and Sirius had the chance to try out his Cheering Charm, which had been giving him trouble...\\
Remus was quickly pulled out of his nostalgic reverie, and back to the here- and-now as a bell tolled somewhere in the heart of the school. He glanced out the window and saw the students streaming back into the school on their way to the Great Hall for dinner. And slowly, very slowly, he heard the Gryffindor common room empty out.
Remus waited ten more minutes before he ventured cautiously out onto the staircase, his shoes forgotten under his bed, and walked into an empty common room. His stomach growled loud enough to reverberate off of the stone walls, and he blushed with embarrassment even though no one was there to hear it.
God, he was starving. He hadn't eaten anything during lunch, and his appetite always grew with the nearing full moon.
But going to the Great Hall was out of the question.
If he saw Lily one more time, especially after one of those...those dreams, he thought he might implode. So instead, he started toward the Kitchens, his feet padding on the marble floor as the portrait of the Fat Lady closed soundlessly behind him.
He passed the din of the Great Hall, hearing what he thought to be Lily's soft voice over all the other noises. His heart constricted and he ran the rest of the way to the portrait of a bowl of fruit, scratching breathlessly at the large green pear.
The newly formed door swung open and the sweet, warm, smells of food cooking hit him softly in the face. It made any anxiety melt happily off of him and he smiled contentedly as he stepped into the large kitchen.
House elves looked up from their work at the counters (aligned perfectly under the House tables above) and waved jovially at him when the door closed and morphed back into the six foot tall fruit portrait. Seven years of visiting these kitchens had created friendships and recognition that helped when the midnight munchies hit, which they always seemed to do whenever a bored Marauder and an invisibility cloak were near by.
"Hallo Sprout," Remus grinned at a female House elf dressed in an apron that was much too big for her, and smiling with warm enthusiasm.
"Greetings Master Remus! My we've had so many visitors this evening," Sprout's voice was high and willowy, she was bouncing on her heels with irrepressible excitement. Remus laughed and tilted his head questioningly. "Yes, indeed, Master Remus," Sprout continued. "Why, Mistress Lily is just over by the fire!"
Remus' smile vanished, though not with contempt, but with total, utter, inexplicable panic. He glanced at the floor-to-ceiling fireplace where there was a red haired head standing out unmistakably against the brown brick work. He walked around one of the long wooden counters, and the rest of Lily materialized to join her hair.
Lily looked up from folded hands and her eyes met with Remus' gawking stare. "I thought you'd come down here."
+++++++++++++++++++++++ Time for a commercial break! "Why" do you ask? Because if this were an afternoon soap opera then right about now would be the time that one of those totally bizarre commercials for 'male related problems' would come on. We don't have any of those commercials, mainly because I hate them and whenever they come on I cower in the corner...but here's another commercial to pass the time:
Here's a jingle for Goldfish, wrote a song for Goldfish, the wholesome snack that smiles back until you bite their heads off. Don't you know they're made with real cheese, even though they look like fishies. The snack that smiles back; Goldfish!
Wahoo! Yeah man! Wasn't that totally worth it? Ok...back to our regularly scheduled fanfic! ((I really shouldn't write while I'm watching Saturday Night Live...)) +++++++++++++++++++++++
"You knew I'd come down here?" It was all Remus could think of saying, and he shut his eyes momentarily to let the idiocy of the comment sink in. When he opened his eyes again, she was pressing a glass of sweet smelling, creamy yellow liquid into his hand. Dandelion juice.
//"Moony...what are you drinking?" That was Sirius this time, in their fourth year, coming up behind Remus when he thought he was safely alone in the kitchen, enjoying his favorite drink.
"It's...erm...well, what I mean to say is...." And with that the glass had been poured down the drain, by Sirius' hand. Then James, with a sulky Peter close behind joined the two, and a small crate of Firewhiskey was revealed to be underneath a hidden invisibility cloak.
"C'mon, Moony! Drink some of this stuff, it'll take that taste of flowers right out of your mouth." The burning in his throat that continued to his stomach and the jeers as Peter spat his back across the stone floor echoed in his now foggy brain. \\
That'd been the last time Remus touched Dandelion juice in the presence of the Marauders, he had no idea what would become of him if they knew he still drank it after the whiskey episode, when they tried to knock the "girliness" out of him. He only drank the stuff down here...alone...so how would Lily...?
"Your friends can be very informative," Lily said with a giggle, glancing behind Remus at a red faced Sprout who suddenly made herself very busy with washing a particularly clean cup. Remus smiled, taking the drink from Lily and following her back to sit next to the crackling fire.
"So the others are at dinner?" Remus said, hoping against all else that Sirius, James and Peter wouldn't come out from some shadow in the cavernous kitchen, leaving the invisibility cloak trailing behind them. Lily laughed with a bit more liveliness than Remus felt was all together necessary, but subdued herself when she saw Remus' nervous expression.
"Don't worry, Remmy," Lily said when she began to get her voice back, her breath slowing gradually. "They're not gonna come out from any corners. I told them I had to work in the library, and you know they won't set foot in there, so they shouldn't find out that I was lying." She finished this thought off with a grin and a wink.
Remus barely heard her, instead he was trying to clear his head. Her face, flushed with laughter, and her quickened breath had brought back some more memorable moments from the dream he'd had just hardly half an hour before. He looked down, nodding to her words, his eyes wide with the effort to stay composed.
"Remus what's wrong?" Her voice was closer than he had anticipated, and when he looked up he realized that she had slid off of her stool and was crouching down in front of him, sliding her hand into his. "You've been acting so strangely."
Remus opened his mouth and started to speak, thought better of it and closed it again. He repeated this process two more times until a smile had replaced the worried look on Lily's face. She shifted so she was sitting cross-legged at his feet, waiting with patience for his answer.
"I've had a lot on my mind, is all," He said with no conviction in his voice. His thumb ran tracks up and down her soft, pale hand. She smiled concernedly up at him, and when he looked at her sympathetic, pretty face, he finally found his voice.
"Lily, you...you love James, don't you?" The only thing that made the sentence a question was the way Remus' tone went up at the end of it. Of coarse she loved James, which made Remus' plight that much more futile.
Lily seemed surprised, "Why...yes, I...I love him. Very much. Of coarse. Why? Remus, what's going on?" She seemed quite worried now, and with a wicked kind of pleasure Remus realized that she assumed James might be cheating on her. Yes, that was just something the Snitch wielding Quidditch star would do. Remus shook his head and let out a low, humorless laugh.
"Nothing. Nothing's going on. I just... Lily, have you ever loved someone so much that you just couldn't stand it. Like you felt like you would want to die rather than to stay away from them for too long, but whenever you were around them you felt like you were rubbish, because...well....because they didn't love you back." His voice was oddly strong for the frailty he was feeling inside of his chest. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow, tilting her head to the side.
To Remus she looked like an adorable kind of sprite (or something else just as mystical and striking), sitting there at his feet, staring up at him with a bewildered expression of sympathy and concern. She was beautiful. Right then and there he felt weeks of desire and necessity build up to a head, threatening to explode forth from him. And rather than become a splattered mess all over the lovely brick work of the kitchen, he cupped her chin in a surprisingly still hand and lifted her face up to his.
When there lips met, there for the first time in the conscious world, Remus' head swam, and if he hadn't been sitting down already, he was sure he would have fallen over. When she pulled away with a gasp and fell back on the stone floor, Remus felt like the kiss had lasted his entire life, but moments later, looking at her shocked face, he deflated with such force that he slipped sideways off of his stool.
The stool clattered into the wall and Remus stared at it rather than looking over at Lily, who was still laying motionless on the floor.
"Remus..." She sat up and stared at him for a moment before she crawled over to him. He became very interested in a spot of dust rolling across the floor between them. "...Remus..." She closed the space between them even more until he could feel her breath on his neck. He closed his eyes. "...Remus..."
He laughed, looking up at her. "Lily, is there an end to that sentence?" But if there was one he never found out, their lips met for a second moment. This time she was the one who leaned into him and he could feel her smile against his mouth.
Remus weaved one hand into her hair while the other supported him as he leaned back on the floor. He wanted to yell with relief and ecstasy, but stayed quiet except for the moan that escaped as he opened his lips...and she followed suit. He hesitated only slightly before his tongue ventured into her mouth and he felt her gasp faintly. A few moments later their tongues were entwining and Remus had the urge to wrap his free arm around Lily's waist to bring her closer.
It only took a moment after he lifted the supporting hand from the floor for him to be sprawled out on the stones with a thump, bringing Lily down with him. He groaned, a pain billowing from the back of his head.
"Oh...that's what that hand was for," Remus said with a weak smile. Lily blinked and then chuckled softly, her head falling onto Remus' chest. With a sigh she crawled off of him, getting awkwardly to her feet and placing out a hand for Remus to take. He obliged and she pulled him up. He massaged the back of his head while she studied him with an inquisitive gaze.
"So...that's what it's been all about, then?" Lily's voice was frailer than it normally would have been. She was pale, all but her brightly flushed cheeks and her wide, sparkling green eyes. "You've been odd for weeks...because of me?"
"Yeah." What else could he say? It was the truth and there was no use in denying it.
He thought she would be angry, or at the very least he expected her to start explaining to him about how she was with James, and that although she loved Remus dearly, it obviously wasn't in the way he loved her. Instead she smiled impishly, placed a hand on Remus' chest and pushed him back against the solid wall.
"God, Remus, you're so adorable." Her mouth hit his with such force that his head banged against the wall and he groaned with a laugh. "I'm sorry," she whispered, pressing her lips against his once more. He smiled when she opened her mouth and twirled her tongue against his teeth.
They were a perfect fit, her arms wrapped around his shoulders with her entire form pressed against his, her curves against his angular lines. His hands were entwined in her hair, traveling down her back, making her shiver when he ran a finger down her spine. They were moving together with the pace of their lips, taking quick breaths so as not to break the rhythm. Only when Remus heard a sharp throat clearing did he remember where they were.
Lily pulled away trying to settle down her flurry of hair while she was trying to catch her breath. Remus tried to straighten his robes, which had come open, showing an untucked shirt and an unmade tie. When he searched for the source of the noise, he saw a House elf dressed smartly in the blue Hogwarts uniform, staring incredulously from Lily's flushed face to the bulge that had formed in Remus' trousers.
Remus looked down to where the House elf's eyes had traveled and quickly pulled his robes together, turning (if it was possible) even redder.
"If the Master will excuse me?" The House elf's voice probably would have been infectious and kind if it weren't brimming with white hot annoyance. "We need to get on with delivering desert...and you two are...erm...leaning on the supply closet." Remus moved quickly to the side, taking up on of Lily's arms and pulling her along with him. She moved willingly.
"Have a fine day...young Master, Mistress." The House elf seemed to be smiling, now that they had gotten out of his way. Behind the blue suited elf, Sprout was grinning widely while shooing the two away, nodding toward the door. Remus nodded, giving a wary smile to the elf that had first addressed them, and pulling a fiercely giggling Lily out into the marble corridor.
((BY the way...Sirius and Remus can be gay if I bloody damn well want them to be! O_o#))
((One more thing...I wrote this in the middle of the night...forgive me -_-*))
((Oh! A new update should be coming shortly...quite shortly. This one would have come earlier except that my Internet has been very mean to me as of late. So! Anyway! How am I handling my first romantic rendezvous? I'll continue even if you don't like it, o_o, but I would like to see some reviews so I know what you guys think about it. ^_^ I was wondering if Lily seemed a bit too...forward. That's the impression I got when I reread it...but that may just be a good thing. I dunno. I liked it! lol!))