Well, the month has ended and the daily prompts did too, but I'll continue to update this with all of the R/S drabbles I write until the next prompted month, april (and worry not, my dear readers, I write a lot XD). Feedback will be loved!
Playing With Light
By: Nekare
Remus had once heard that the fibers of light filtering through the cotton-candy clouds are called 'God's fingers', and as he watches the light playing on the snow, creating petty shadows that rise and move and hide before you can catch them (just as his own shadow sometimes played hide and seek with him when he was little, when he still thought fairy dust would make him fly), he can almost believe it.
A penny for your thoughtssays Sirius from behind him, stopping his smoking for a second and sinking his nose in the empty space between Remus' shoulder blades (as empty as his head goes everytime he comes down from orgasm with Sirius' hair tangled around his fingers), and Remus doesn't know exactly what to answer.
You. You are in my thoughts. Remus shivers as Sirius blows blue-gray smoke (so alike to his eyes) into his nape, and Sirius just curls his arm around Remus' neck, bringing the cigarette to chapped lips. Remus inhales, his arms still at his sides, and stares, stares, stares, into the white extension in front of his eyes, silent and warm against all reason.
They share the cigarette, lungs poisoned with the same sweet torture (an affinity, a romantic gesture), pressed together so tightly Remus wants to think their limits will blur, their molecules attach together. I'm creating havoc in your mind, then? Sirius asks after a while, staring at him as he rests his head atop Remus' right shoulder.
You've no idea Remus wants to say, but instead, he takes another drag, staring into Sirius' eyes and exhales against his lips, a sharing of smoke, an almost-kiss painted with air. Maybe he chooses to say, eyes half lidded, and Sirius kisses him (for real, this time) in return.
They lay on the snow later, and the snow aroundthem melts with their body heat.