Pairing: Wolfstar
Prompt: Hair
"Padfoot!"
Sirius grinned at the sound of Remus' irritated voice.
"Yes, Moony?"
Remus glared at his innocent tone.
"Kindly stop running your hands through your hair. You're starting to act like Prongs."
"Don't act like it doesn't make you want to jump me, Moony. We both know how much you love my hair," Sirius teased, sliding along the couch to where Remus was curled up in, reading.
Remus grumbled. "Love your hair indeed. The amount of effort you put into getting it so perfect is unbelievable. Honestly, you're worse than half the girls in Hogwarts."
Sirius pouted. "I'll have you know that my hair is completely natural. All I do is wash it like any normal person."
Remus snorted, "Just wash it my arse. Just wash it, and condition it, then gel it and brush it...Sirius, I've seen the inside of our bathroom, remember?"
Sirius at this time had moved closer so he was almost on top of Remus. He placed his head on Remus' shoulder so his hair tickled Remus' collarbone, causing him to shiver slightly.
"You can't deny you love my hair. You can try all you want but I think last night kind of speaks for itself. Your hands certainly didn't mind it," Sirius winked, causing Remus to scowl and push him off him.
"Oof! If you want to be rough, Moony, at least save it for the bedroom. That bloody hurt!" Sirius sulked from his newfound place on the floor.
Remus tried and failed to resist the urge to snicker. Sirius narrowed his eyes, "For that, my dear Moony, you shall pay. I will deprive you of my god-like hair tonight and you will regret it!" he cried dramatically, standing up to stalk out of the room.
Remus smiled before indulging Sirius. "Would me admitting that I do love your hair make you feel better?"
Sirius pretended to ponder the question before turning around to face Remus, tilting his head slightly to the side. They made eye contact and Sirius smirked slowly,
"Well, that would be start." Sirius advanced one step. 'I do, however, have another solution, one that's a little more...direct. It's called show, not tell." He winked and his smirk grew more pronounced.
Remus stepped forward, still not breaking eye contact. They were almost nose to nose, lip to lip, chest to chest. But not quite. He was teasing Sirius.
Slowly he raised a hand, and tugged gently at a tendril of Sirius' dark hair, drawing him forward so their noses touched but not their lips. He threaded more of his fingers through his hair, enjoying the soft feel of it beneath his palm. His other hand slid down Sirius' face, down his high cheekbones, his pale skin and finally coming to rest on his lips. Sirius shivered beneath his fingertips, sending a jolt of electricity through them both.
Remus leaned forward so his lips were on Sirius' ear and whispered with hot breath, "I love your hair," and Sirius' self restraint broke.