i n . h o n e y . d r o w n

In Honey Drown
[by victoria p.]

Rating: PG

Summary: They've wasted too much time already, and Sirius wants to get it back, get it all back with interest.

Notes: I was craving some "Lie low at Lupin's" stories, so I decided to write one.

Date: June 20, 2005

Remus shivers when his fingers brush Sirius's as he hands him a plate, and Sirius marvels that even the distance of fourteen years hasn't changed their physical reactions. He's grateful for that, among so many other things. Remus doesn't think Sirius has noticed, or maybe he doesn't want Sirius to notice, but Sirius has. Does.

Sirius has always been brilliant, and a little mad, and his favorite subject of study was and is again one Remus J. Lupin. It's been a long time, but as his body comes alive again, he catalogues each reaction, every hitch of his own breath and Remus's at each tentative touch, every sudden burst of speed as his heart tries to outrace his chest, knowing, even if his brain doesn't, that they don't have time to waste dancing around each other. They've wasted too much time already, and Sirius wants to get it back, get it all back with interest in these two short weeks he and Remus are alone together.

Their conversation as they eat is desultory -- neither has much desire to rehash the past or discuss the future. For them, there is only now, and Sirius is determined to make it count.

When the dishes are put away and the table is cleared, Remus stands at the sink, staring out the kitchen window at the early evening sunlight, which turns his pale skin to honey and his greying brown hair to caramel.

Sirius used to have a sweet tooth, but since he's been out of Azkaban, nothing has tasted quite right. Now, though, now he wants to lick the light off Remus's skin, suck down the sweet taste of his lips.

He reaches out, and even his gnarled, ashy hands look clean and strong in this forgiving light. Remus turns into his touch, lips curving in a disbelieving grin and eyes flaring gold with sun and something Sirius hopes is love, or at least need.

"Sirius?"

"Please," Sirius says, and as Remus's mouth covers his own, again, "please." When their lips meet, after so long apart, he says, "Yes," and breathes Remus in, warm and light and, oh, he'd forgotten what this felt like. Soft skin and stubble against his cheek, the scent of soap-salt-skin-Remus. Remus's lips are dry and thin, but his mouth is hot and wet, and Sirius wants to drown in this kiss, sink to the bottom with him and never come up for air again.

When Remus finally pulls back, Sirius doesn't quite let him go, sucks slowly at his lower lip. Remus is still wearing that incredulous grin as his hands come up to cup Sirius's face.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi."

"Welcome home."

Sirius smiles back, because he knows it's true.

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