This is a real small drabble I wrote for a friend's birthday. I chose one of her interests, Jack the Ripper, and managed not to do it bloody at all (which, if you know me, it's really hard for me XD) Hope you like it!
Red Roses
By: Nekare
"Whoever was Jack the Ripper?" says Sirius as he tries taking another drink from his beer while still laying down, and liquid sloshes down his chin, getting lost under Remus' checkered shirt he refuses to take off (water gleaming, a secret underneath clothes Remus wants to know very desperately).
Remus takes the beer from his fingers and drinks too, thinking vaguely about giggling girls trying to put their lips where a boy had first, and he snorts at such idiocy. "He was a cold-blooded killer in London, but I'll be damned if I remember when. There were long skirts and girls showing their breasts, though, from what the movies show." The grass is cool beneath him, but Sirius' leg brushing against him feels too warm, too heated, too feverish for his drunken mind.
They look at the stars above them, sharing the drink and something else made out of funny movements on one's stomach and lingering gazes on classrooms, a mystery they're both solving piece by piece. "Sounds wicked," says Sirius after a while, and Remus has to smile.
"Whoever thought bloody guts would call your attention," he turns his head towards Sirius, and his breath goes erratic as he finds Sirius already staring at him."Happy Birthday, Pads."
They smile at each other, and try overlooking Peter's snoring from Remus' other side. This is romance, after all, in their own way.