d i n n e r . a t . e i g h t

Dinner at Eight
[by victoria p.]

Rating: PG

Summary: Remus takes Sirius up on a dinner invitation.

Notes: Written for pocky_slash, who requested "Remus, amusement, crystal goblet."

Date: February 24, 2005

Remus knew something was up when he arrived at Sirius's flat and saw the table set with fine china and crystal wine goblets. Since Sirius ate takeaway most nights, and had not, to Remus's knowledge, owned any glasses that did not have Muggle cartoon characters on them or hadn't been jam jars in their former lives, this was a surprise.

The snowy linen tablecloth and the lit tapers added to the air of romance in the air, and Remus wondered if he'd accidentally Flooed to the wrong place, or if he'd mistaken the date of Sirius's dinner invitation.

He dusted himself off, careful not to get soot on any of the sparkling glassware, and called out, "Sirius? Did I come on the wrong night?"

Sirius appeared in the hallway wearing black trousers and a white Oxford shirt that hadn't been buttoned yet. Remus swallowed hard and tried not to stare at the stretch of smooth tanned skin this revealed.

"Shit, you're early!" Sirius scrambled back into the bedroom, and Remus's stomach clenched in dread -- did he have some girl in there?

Remus looked at his watch. "You did say eight?"

"Shit. How did it get to be eight already?" Sirius had misbuttoned the shirt and was now stuffing the tails into his trousers.

"Time flies when you're, uh, having fun?" Remus suggested, listening intently. There were no sounds from behind the door, but that didn't mean-- He jerked his head toward the bedroom. "Am I interrupting something?"

Sirius's eyes widened. "What? No. Nothing like that at all."

"Oh. Because you're acting a little shifty and there's china on the table, and--"

"Oh, the china. Do you like it? I thought you might." Sirius spoke quickly, and even in the dim light of the hallway, he seemed to be flushed.

"Like it? Like what? The china?" Remus looked around, wondering if this were some sort of prank, and if James and Peter were hiding somewhere. "It's lovely, I'm sure."

Sirius moved closer, and Remus could smell his soap, and underneath, the hint of summer and grass and dog that always clung to his skin.

"Come here, Padfoot." Remus reached out and grabbed him by the now-wrinkled shirt. "You're a mess."

Remus was surprised that his hands were steady and his fingers sure as he pulled the hastily tucked shirt from Sirius's trousers and unbuttoned it, forcing himself not to stroke Sirius's chest while he was at it. It was so different from the way he'd always imagined doing this in his fantasies, but he supposed that was only natural. After all, Sirius wasn't going to lean in and kiss him. Except Sirius was--

Kissing him.

It was warm and soft, a tentative touch of lips to lips. Remus stumbled back in shock. "Oh, dear God," he said. "Is this some kind of joke?"

Sirius stared down at him, eyes more black than grey at the moment, hot and hungry. Remus flushed under their intensity. Sirius fisted his hands in Remus's jumper and pulled him close again. "No," he whispered, "no joke."

He leaned in again, and this time, Remus was ready. He opened his mouth and met Sirius's tongue with his own. He moved his head slightly, so their noses didn't bump, and gave himself over to the sheer heat of desire, hands coming up to tangle in Sirius's hair, run over his chest and shoulders and back, pushing the shirt off so he could feel Sirius's warm skin beneath his palms.

"God, Remus," Sirius murmured against his jaw. "Wanted you for so long."

"Me, too," Remus said, feeling warmth of a different kind flood his chest.

"Come on." Sirius pulled him into the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed.

Afterward, when Remus had his face buried in the hollow of Sirius's neck, content to breathe him in, Sirius started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Remus mumbled, too blissfully lethargic to worry that he was being mocked.

"If I'd known it was so easy to get into your pants, I wouldn't have bothered with dinner."

Remus laughed, and proceeded to show Sirius just what he was hungry for.

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