Ha. Trying to make up for that grand interlude at the biggest cliffhanger yet with two quick updates in a row. No idea what I'm doing to them next so no idea when I'll update agian, so enjoy.
Chapter 20
"You know," Remus said, "You're really pretty in this light." He was lying next to Severus and just staring. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the Slytherin.
"Thanks, I think." Severus laughed. It was always a shock when he laughed, even more so now, with the reverberations echoing through both of their bodies. Remus moved closer, loving being one of the few to receive this warmth from such a cool person.
Remus' hands longed for contact. With his eyes still locked on Severus' black orbs he slowly moved one hand to twine in the black hair. It wasn't greasy but soft, velvety. He couldn't imagine a reason good enough to let go of that hair. And then Severus decided he wanted to see more of Remus. The gentle tugging at the hem of his shirt was a good enough reason to release, but only for a while. Once the shirt was over his head his hands were back in the luxurious hair and his lips were practically welded to a vein in that pale neck. He nipped and licked, soothing the skin he himself had angered. Severus threw his head back in a moan, exposing more of the pristine neck to Remus' exploration. A had snaked its way down to one of Remus' nipples and pinched, causing a very effeminate yelp that would have embarrassed the teenage werewolf if he had had enough blood in his brain to think or feel much of anything that wasn't pressed against him, or under his lips.
"Oh, Remus." Severus was writhing, trying to get more contact. Remus decided that the shirt had to go, now. He pulled, gently but firmly, at the supple locks and as he had hoped for Severus sat up. The shirt was easily removed, but once it was Remus was shocked by the feral grin he was greeted with. Severus had never seen Remus shirtless, and it was a sight. He was well built, lanky but the musculature was clearly there. The skin was golden, and the gold on the Gryffindor scarves paled in comparison. What truly unsettled Severus was the reaction of Remus, as though he was particularly underwhelming. He understood, but it still hurt. He had just wanted to be wanted.
Severus sat back on his heels, waiting to be mocked, waiting for the others to come back laughing. He couldn't even look up. The grass was suddenly fascinating and ha couldn't be considered pale right now; he was the crimson to match the glorious gold of Remus.
"What?" Remus was so confused. He moved over to hold Severus but Severus flinched back, waiting for the punch line. "I," Remus paused, "I thought you would be able to look past it." Now Severus was confused and though he was worried he so desperately wanted to believe in that caring tone of voice.
"Look past what?" Severus was hesitant, but he was curios to a fault and could help but ask. He felt his body lean into the touch against his will. His body was revolting, fighting the order to avoid the warmth that the hug provided.
"My scars. You know the story," Remus let his arms fall from Severus and even with the injunction on reacting his throat let lose a moan at the loss of contact. "I just, wrongly, thought that you could see beyond the horrid scars to me. I guess it was just false hope." Remus slid back, away from the boy before him. He felt like he had offended a hippogriff, and the hippogriff had clearly one. He had never felt this defeated, even the day after the full moon when all he could was breath. He felt like he couldn't even do that, past the prodigious lump in his throat. He wished he could run away, escape this humiliation and pain but he couldn't make his eyes open, he didn't want to even attempt standing. He felt hot tears slid down his cheeks, his eyes burned and he knew if he had the strength to lick his lips they would taste of the salt and of the pain.
Severus didn't know what to do. He so wanted to comfort Remus. He so wanted to love Remus. But would he get hurt. He always had in the past. This wasn't right though, letting this poor thing cry, thinking he found him unattractive. Severus slid next to Remus slowly, and wrapped arms around him, pulling his whole body not only close but right into his lap. "Hush now. I didn't notice your scars. All I saw was you. All I want is you. It will be all right. I was speechless, you were to gorgeous for words. I would have jumped you, but the look in your eyes, the set of your mouth. I, self-centered creature that I am, thought you didn't want me. Thought that now, remembering who I am, seeing me clearly, you had come to your senses." Severus pressed his lips to the beautiful hair on the top of his werewolf's head. "I will always want you. I will leave if you say so, or if I must," Severus prayed Voldemort wouldn't make that necessary, "but I will always want you by my side. Always miss you." Remus turned in his lap, and even with the mood of sadness and despair, Seveurus' cock still paid attention to the movement and a slight groan graced that pretty blonde hair.
Remus felt and heard the reaction to his movement and he was pleased to feel like he was wanted. Severus needed to feel that too. "I meant what I said, Sev. I think your pretty. Really pretty in this light. And oh so beautiful when you smile." Remus tilted his head so that his mouth was back on Severus' neck. The desperation and the hurry had left the action but the fervor remained and had been joined by a deeper passion. "You know Sev," Remus said, during a breath once he could finally tear his lips from that divine expanse of "We are a messed up pair aren't we? So worried we won't be liked even when those who love," Remus paused, unsure whether Severus would dislike the use of the word love.
"Love. What a word, huh Remus?" Severus kissed hi forehead, loving but slightly aloof. "We got screwed in that one now didn't we. But we can fix that. I," Severus grabbed Remus by the wrist and pulled it up between them, "will do my best to heal the wounds that love left you with." He kissed the scar that was the only lasting gift from Remus' parents. Severus kissed the other wrists and then kissed the tear soaked cheeks. It was too much for Remus to handle, love and understanding and the fact that he had made Severus feel bad because he felt bad.
"I don't want love, not yet anyway. But healing what love left us with. That's a goal I can support. And, do remember Severus, that I," Remus kissed the tip of his nose, "think," kissed his forehead, "you are," both eyes, "so lovely." That last part was mumbled into his mouth. Their lips moved together sensually, not a battle for dominance. This wasn't about winning or losing, it was about being together win or lose. They both felt it, with their lunch drawing to a close, that with a successful family meal out of the way and this discussion behind them something big had shifted, and they waited with baited breath to see the outcome.
A/n Much love to everybody. I'll write at my next convienience. Stupid school always getting in the way.