This is what happens after the confession
I was listening to Serendipity by Jimin so... very floaty.. very fluffy typa fic
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Remus pulls away, eyes completely round. Sirius had the same face. Both of them too stunned to speak.
"You- you like me?"
"Sirius, we've been kissing for 5 minutes. I've taken your shirt off. You're unbuttoning mine. But, sure, take wild guess, I suppose."
Sirius rolls his eyes. What started as a nightly chat, suddenly became a heated kiss. Sirius wanted to forget his family, Remus wanted to help him forget.
Remus pushes himself up on the bed. Though his eye stay, studying, Sirius' reaction.
"You like me?" Sirius asks again, shock overcoming him.
Remus smiles. He cups his face and gently presses his lips. Nothing like how they were going at it before. This kiss was the embodiment of walking through a meadow. It was like having a bicycle race with your best friends, hysterically juvenile.
"Okay, okay I get it." Sirius pulls away.
Remus lets his curious fingers make their run on his cheek, his neck, his chest.
"I like you too." He says.
"Well, unlike someone, I actually got the message at our first round of kisses."
Sirius slaps his chest. Remus pretends to whince and clutch his "burning pec". In the middle of his acting, he catches Sirius' hand. Just like snowmans in the summer, they topple back down on the pillows.
"Shhhh!" Remus tries shushing them. "We forgot to put a silencing charm."
"We've heard worse things coming from Peter's bed."
Remus thins his lips, a poor attempt at stopping his laughter. With Sirius laying on top of his and teasing his fingers brushing against his ribs, the attempt is made poorer.
"Oh my Merlin, when did you realize?"
The way Sirius asked reminded Remus of how Lily asked him the first time he told the redhead about the bubbling crush. His chin propped on his hands, eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Remember that time.. you got hit by a quaffle.."
Sirius' smile broke. "That !? I looked horrible ! Knocked off my broom like a pebble !"
"I was the one who healed you on the field before Pomfrey took you."
Sirius kisses his lips again. "My hero.."
"But wait," Sirius just remembered something. "You saw my face with a bent nose !?"
"Yes and you still looked handsome okay ? BUT do you know what you said to me ?" Remus rests his hands on Sirius' lower back.
The boy is too invested in the story for him to stop. He nods with his lips still pushed out from the annoyance of his past idiocy.
"You said, wow.. this what heaven looks like. Pretty angels.." Remus recounts in a druggy tone. "Then you passed out, fell splat on me."
Sirius traces the scars, shrugging nonchalantly. "I mean I'm not wrong."
"I held you in a bride's carry and I remembered realizing that..yup, this is who I want to love. This silly 15 year old who just got a concussion, my best friend."
Remus' face was nothing but adoration. If Sirius' fingers trace his skin, Remus' eyes drinks in Sirius' face. Like he was reimagining the busted nose. Sirius leans in for another kiss, oh he's addicted alright, but Remus' whispers his question first.
"How about you, when did you realize?"
The giggly mood seemed to disappear as they enter a sleepy state. Exhausted from floating above the clouds in excitement.
"...The first night I snuck on your bed. Remember when my nightmares were BAD bad and you said I could come and talk to you anytime.."
Sirius rolls to the side and Remus follows. They're still very much half naked. They still have class tomorrow and it's past midnight. They still have a war to think about. But right there, staring in each other's eyes, it didn't matter. Nothing ever did when it was about this
Remus beckons the smaller to go on. With a gently caress of his hand on Sirius' cold touched bumpy skin.
"..Then you threw your arm around me one night... I was under your nose, you thought I was asleep but I was so... so.."
Sirius struggles to find the right words.
"..I wanted to protect you like you did to me. I don't... know.. it just clicked ! I knew I was in love."
Remus kisses his forehead. Though this time, after he was done, he doesn't pull away too far. He stays, arm around Sirius the way he remembered it.
Sirius raises his hand to Remus' waist. His eyes flutters, breathing in the scent of Remus' skin mixed with his usual magnolia lotion. He's thinking it and he's saying it.
"I love you Remus."
The hand on his back rubs him slowly. Hypnotizing him to sleep. Smart Remus, he knows Sirius too well.
"I love you too, angel."
Sirius barely feels the kiss on his hair because his eyes go shut once Remus answers. He's so scared this might disappear once he awakes. He wonders if this was a sick imagination trick. Afterall, this was too good to be true.
So he squeezes Remus to himself a little tighter. He's not letting him go, not now not ever.
