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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 0:41:46 GMT
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It wasn't that Remus didn't like sex. He did, sure. It just wasn't on the forefront of his mind, despite being a red blooded teenage boy. There's was a lot that went into that, though, and the fact was, Remus did not think it was nearly as easy to entice a girl as Sirius seemed to think it was for him. Wasn't he entitled to his insecurities? Lord knew he had reason to have them. Chicks may have dug the occasional scar when it came with a cool story, but Remus' body was littered with them, and he couldn't share the stories behind them. When picking someone up in a bar came into play, it was all based on looks, and he just didn't have the prowess needed. He'd dating a little in Hogwarts, of course, but most of those relationships ended pretty quickly when he was accused of keeping too many secrets (he was) and spending more time with the marauders than whatever girl it was (he did). Gillian, the Ravenclaw in sixth year, had been the most notable and the longest relationship, and while she had not been Remus' first, she was his last.
A record that would be broken tonight, if Sirius had anything to say about it.
"Sirius, Merlin." He had absolutely no desire to discuss this with Sirius, who was having a right good time about the whole thing, laughing in the face of Remus' discomfort. He just didn't feel the need to let Sirius know what he was looking for, what he was into it... any of it. Unless Sirius planned on being in his bed and doing any of those things with him, he just didn't feel the need to share that kind of information. It was private. Of course, on the other side of the coin, there was very little else in his life that the boys didn't know. Privacy usually meant Remus and the other three. It was probably fair to assume that this point, there was nothing they didn't know about each other. All the same, it was a good idea to have some level of mystery in every relationship, wasn't it? There was also the small matter of the fact that Sirius seemed to have his preferences somewhat... backwards, especially given certain phases of the moon, but if anyone was going to be begging, it wasn't likely to be Remus. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from actually voicing that, instead letting his attention settle on the matter of transportation.
"You have a motorbike that can fly, of course cold would be the issue. Shame we'd have no heating charms or anything of the sort." Remus wasn't really arguing- quite the opposite, really, since the bike wasn't the best way to travel. He didn't care for broomsticks, and the bike was only marginally bigger. Oh, and not meant to fly. Still, Remus had to call the boy out on the ridiculousness of his statement.
Once in the pub, with a drink in hand, Remus was looking around and assessing the situation. When asked if he saw anything he liked, he only released a low hum from his throat, probably just barely audible to his counterpart. It was response, at least, and not one that shut the conversation down, despite Remus' own plan to turn this around completely to occupy Sirius. It seemed obvious to the tawny-haired boy that this was exactly the kind of distraction that Sirius wanted, and while he appreciated Sirius' particular brand of compassion, he didn't mind being the wing man. It was easier, and Remus flourished when the attention was not on him. Forming his own plan in his head, he eyed the room for someone he thought would be Sirius' type. It was a fifty fifty shot if the girl on any given night would go for him or Sirius, but he was good at being a wingman, too, so he had faith the night would go exactly according to plan. "I'm ser..." It was too late to stop that one, and Remus rolled his eyes as he finished the thought, "... ious about that shot of something stronger, you know." Finally, his eyes landed on a brunette with legs that seemed to go on forever, half wandering if there was anyone who wouldn't consider her their type- very pretty, cute smile, flirty air about her, and he pushed his chin her direction. "What do you reckon?"
He almost missed the question from Sirius, and the reaction to the question was delayed. "What?" He knew exactly what Sirius had said, but was buying himself a minute to respond. Not to keen on admitting that it had been a couple of years, or nearly as much, since he'd had any kind of action, he decided instead to try and buy some time. The subsequent swallow of some of his beer was made in search of the same, until he finally decided to shut the question down. "I hardly see how that matters." It wasn't going to be an advertising tactic, and at best, it would only be used to garner pity, and he was not going to accept a pity shag. Merlin help him if he was ever that desperate. "She looks sweet enough, right?" Shifting the focus back to the girl in question, chosen specifically because the size of the group she was on the edge of was unlikely to miss her if they pulled her attention away for a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 8:28:52 GMT
 The shyness that oozed off of Remus only made Sirius laugh harder. It was impossible not to seeing as he knew the young man next to him and any other area or subject did not grant shyness from him. Quite the opposite as the boy was a bloody Gryffindor after all. It amused him and made him even more interested in how the night will unfold given the phial he had in his pocket and a right calculation of time and opportunity. There was no way Remus would be going home alone tonight. Maybe not completely aware of the werewolf’s insecurities because he didn’t really understand what reasons the boy could have for being insecure about the whole thing, Sirius was only aware of the physical aspect of it. Those scars were at the base of it all he assumed, not that he understood why exactly because, in Sirius’ opinion, Remus had nothing to worry about on that front.
”Okay mate, you play the goody-two-shoes and I’ll be the dark and dangerous for the night.” he said with a wink. The whole thing was a no brainer. Sirius had always had the bad boy allure to him that girls found hard to resist. Being dark haired with grey eyes, that alone raised a few eyebrows, not to mention that in regards to looks he had nothing to worry about. That coupled with his overall careless attitude towards commitment and jovial personality, when he wasn’t in a bad mood, and, for those who knew, his family background, girls rarely kept their distance. Even concerning muggle girls he could play the rebel card, tell them he ran away, was disinherited and all that. Without the specifics of any of it and it was easier to tell the truth to people who had no idea what he was really talking about. Girls did ask questions and it was easier to admit the truth when he knew he’d never see that person again. Which was why he never lingered for too long on one girl.
"Semantics mate." he waved off the comment about the motorcycle ”A charm could work but while it can go fast, not as fast as the bus mind you, skidding on the snow or having you scream out for mommy and threatening to kill me behind me isn’t my idea of a good time … maybe later however if you’re feeling reckless.” Sirius loved his bike and while rather reckless and not quite legally entitled to ride it, not to mention making it fly, it was one of his favorite things in the world, his most prized possession and go to means of transportation, even before a broom. However, ice and snow weren’t the best conditions to ride a monstrous motorcycle and he knew better than to risk his life so knowingly. Charms could only do so much when so many spells already worked on the beast, putting any more of them could threaten to subdue the machine entirely and against slippery ground the idea seemed even more foolish. He had tried something at the beginning of winter but it became too unstable and difficult to control so he gave up.
At the sound of that word coming out of Remus’ mouth he bit his lips to not respond then gave Remus an all knowing look and cracked a grin while still trying not to allow his lips to really smile. Desperate to not say the first thing that came to him messed up mind, he drowned almost all that was left of his drink, partially feeling parched, but also for a desire to feel the buzz sooner rather than later, Sirius got up to go back to the bar but not before letting the fire out ”You can’t pull it off mate, I’ll just have to satisfy your wolfish appetite now, won’t I?” he said grinning widely as he turned back toowards the bar. Laughing lightly at his friend’s careless mistake he passed by a few girls paying no attention to their following eyes. Ordering 6 shots of tequila and two pints, he turned his back on the bar as he waited for the drinks to be set up.
Scanning the crowd he saw a girl brushing a few locks of her hair as she looked at him with measuring eyes. A light smile on his lips, he looked away determined to first find something for Moony. Just as he noticed a girl that laughed at something a friend of hers said, looking around relaxed and well too preoccupied to notice him looking, the drinks were ready. Sirius turned around, paid for the drinks and went back to their table with a small tray of the drinks. As he arranged the drinks, three shots each and a pint, with the lemon and salt on the tray, Sirius leaned back into the couch so he could casually look at the girl Remus was pointing to. Tall, slender, legs to die for and black hair that went down to her elbows, smiling and talking seductively to a bloke. Sirius’ eyes measured her from head to toe and couldn’t help the smile that tug at his lips. ”Going for the big boys league, I see.” he joked as he turned back to Remus.
As Remus evaded his question, Sirius looked back at the girl that moved her hips in a very entertaining manner. ”With a girl like that … it does matter. With that, one could either play the mystery card and make it a match about it, or show genuine interest for something aside from sex.” Sirius never went for the latter, unable to wear that mask and seeing no use of getting anyone’s hopes too high. ”That one knows what she’s doing and is in charge, she could have any guy here and it’s her choice so you have to stand out one way or another.” just as he said that the girl moved away from the pathetic bloke that tried to chat her up as she wasn’t one to be wooed carelessly. With all his arrogance and appeal, Sirius had no idea whether he could score that as with girls like that it was a big challenge even for him. ”I can get her a drink from you and see how it goes? She’d either smirk and walk away, or … better yet … you get her a drink, hand it to her, say it’s from me and I’ll play dumb … could spark an interest in you as I’ll not go for it.” it could work, throw he off track and he could find someone else once she’d turn her attention towards Remus. ”Just go, get a whiskey, a girl like that drinks real alcohol, none of that fruity shit, tap her lightly on the shoulder and say the drink it’s from me and then just walk away.” he concluded. To him the whole idea seemed perfect. Throwing her radar completely off and then, when she’d understand that Sirius had no intention, also with the help of too much arrogance and too cocky attitude that girls like that never appreciated, Remus coming clean, would definitely work.
Taking a shot of tequila in hand, Sirius motioned for Remus to do the same, lemon and salt carefully placed on his hand ”One for the thrill of being a bloody Gryffindor mate!” he said a drowned his drink after he saluted Remus. ”Now go before another guy gets to her.” he said with a sparkle in his eye.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2018 0:29:20 GMT
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He didn't think they were really playing at any kind of role if those were the ones they were aiming for. It wasn't entirely fair to say that Sirius fit into the role of the bad boy, but he did, and Remus refused to feel badly for thinking that. His looks aside, Sirius has his own rebellious side that got him blasted off the Black Family Tree, not to mention being the arguable ring leader of the Marauders. He fit the stereotype in terms of his charm and charisma, too. He wasn't known for being a great study, though it was only because he spent more time planning fun and pranks than he did talking about his grades (really great grades, which still irked Remus, who had to work exceptionally hard at getting similar grades). There was absolutely nothing wrong with this, and Remus wouldn't take his friend any other way. On the other side of the coin, Remus was known as the quiet, rule abiding, goody two shoes, only because he spent more time playing up the good grades than he did the planning and pranks. It worked for them, but if they were going to assume roles at a bar to pick up birds, it was an easy fit to go that way. "Sure, sounds good." He acknowledged the plan with a small nod of his head.
There were probably other differences, too. The whole idea of what they were there to do wasn't really Remus' first choice. Call him old fashioned, but the one night love 'em and leave 'em mentality didn't suit him as well as others. Given the choice, he'd rather spend quality time with the other person, both sober and pissed and everything in between. Get to know them, be friendly, build a connection. If he spent the night with someone, he was keen on seeing them again, and not just for a repeat. A walk in the park, a lunch date, hours lost in the London library... he'd take all of it. Remus didn't necessarily need or want physical touch as much as he craved companionship and a connection with another person. Outside of a very select group of people, he struggled with that. If this were anything he thought he could eloquently put voice to, he might have told Sirius and let them focus on finding the other boy someone, but some part of him either didn't think the battle was worth it, or worse, thought the prospect might actually be amusing, if not fun.
He let the comment about the bike slide. Might have been losing his touch, he thought. He was usually so much better and quicker with a witty retort, but was too tired to work them up that night. Besides, soon enough, they were inside and toasting their beer, and Sirius' next words nearly made him choke on the drink, and he prayed to whatever wizard or god existed that Sirius couldn't see his face flush in the dim lighting. Sirius didn't mean that in any other way except providing more alcohol, and he was vaguely concerned that his mind jumped to that conclusion first. He swallowed quite a bit more beer while Sirius wandered off to bring back something, as Remus requested, stronger. Merlin knew he was going to need it.
While Sirius evaluated the girl in question, Remus' eyes were solidly on him. He'd chosen her specifically because he thought Sirius would like her, and he could implement his own plan of getting Sirius occupied, but he still frowned at the comment. This one, he knew Sirius hadn't meant negatively, but he still didn't like the way that comment ate at him. Without Sirius, would he have aiming out of his league? He looked at her again and decided that yes, probably, he would have been. He tore his eyes away from her, leaning forward and taking one of the shot glasses and a wedge of the citrus. He needed that buzz to kick in as soon as humanly possible, mostly just to stop his own pathetic, negative self talk. He didn't like himself like this, and finally decided that maybe Sirius was right, maybe he did need to loosen up and just stop overthinking everything going on in his head.
"Something other than sex," he blurted out through the wince of the burn of the alcohol as it went down. "I'm much better suited for the angle. You're the one who oozes sexuality here, after all. My charms are... in relate-ability." The boy wondered if Sirius even heard him, though, because he was already on with his plan. Remus caught on to the point quickly enough, but he still hesitated because he wasn't entirely sure how to make this go his way again. if Sirius was going to feign disinterest, it threw Remus' plan totally sideways. Stalling, he followed Sirius' lead, taking a second shot, and then waving his right hand in a circular motion. "Mate, you need to catch up." With that, he was off the seat and headed for the bar, his mind spinning while he wondered what in the world he was doing. That girl was definitely going to shoot him down, even with Sirius' plan... though, he had to admit, it was clever in that she wouldn't be expecting it at least. It might intrigue her, but if she really was able to have any bloke in the room... he sighed softly, sliding up to the bar and leaning against it while he waited to be served, asking two glasses of whiskey. It wasn't exactly what Sirius had told him to do, but he had his own agenda, after all, and hell, he wanted to think he wasn't completely clueless when it came to all of this. And if he blew it, oh well.
Feeling like a right idiot, he took both glasses and a deep breath, and headed for the girl, coming up beside her and making his presence known. Again, following Sirius' lead, he told her the drinks were from Sirius, nodding to his friend on the couch, and adding that the guy would have loved to share that drink with her (hence the second glass). Up close, she was even prettier and had brilliant eyes that Remus' had a hard time looking away from. They were vaguely reminiscent of Sirius' eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2018 8:34:32 GMT
Once the attack plan had been agreed upon, their roles revised and accepted by both parties, Sirius was satisfied with how the rest of the night could plan out. Remus would get laid, maybe himself as well, and the night would be a tremendous success. Merlin knew he needed to kick off and relax, Remus certainly even more than him. While Sirius could shut off his brain with ease as long as he kept himself distracted, having no problem in enjoying himself and turning off the buzzer that was always turned on while work or order related stuff happened, Remus’ brain wasn’t as compliant with the werewolf’s necessities and if Sirius would be successful in turning the control button off in his friend’s brain, even for a few hours and help him let go completely of his tightly wound bridle, he would be a good and happy dog. The place was filled with attractive women and men who tried as they could to get said women’s attention. Sirius knew how things went and was well versed in the plays and games of seducing or enticing a woman in only a few lines. Pickups were swift and fast, you had to attract someone with glances or a few well chosen words, there was little time to focus on conversation as the whole idea of picking someone up at a pub was a one shot scenario which could fail or prevail and it always happened fast. Lads or lasses that played that game had little patience and if one were to go about it over a prolonged period of time, say an hour, before they made a move, the other party would most certainly lose interest. It was a take it or leave it, jump or drown situation and it left little for second chances or reruns. Well aware of what cards he had been granted through birth, having played them for nearly five years now, Sirius while not being a narcissist, was conscious of the effect he had on other people and how he was perceived. It didn’t take Merlin’s wisdom to see that the eldest son of the Black family was not only attractive physically, but given the rebellious attitude and careless manner of drawing attention, simply unable not to be noticed when he entered a room. Over the years Sirius grew accustomed to it but it was also one of the reasons for which he didn’t have relationships. He had casual flings because he couldn’t open up. He flirted and bounced from conquest to conquest because the attraction was the only thing women saw and managed to know about him. Sirius knew that a commitment needed openness and involvement but he didn’t think himself capable of doing that. Aside from his blood family, he only ever opened up in front of four other people, one of them was standing in front of him, and in one out of two, it pained him far more than he wanted to acknowledge. Which is why he didn’t open up. If the one that gave birth to him could hurt him like that, what reason would anyone else have not to? As such he did not get involved, did not take himself seriously, did not let people in, but enjoyed every second with no attachments other than four people that he’d give his life for in a heartbeat. Sirius wasn’t a narcissist but he knew how to play his cards and hold back the Aces and the Kings, giving only the Jacks and parading them like trophies when his Queens were battered. In pubs or club no one had time for anything but the Jack and it was the only card he’d show, the mischievous, thrill seeking Jack that could not be pinned down or tied, rebellious and wild and full of life. "Sexuality is the word of the day, and the only this to ooze in a place like this." he said as he took the second shot glass. As it burned down his throat he turned to Remus frowning slightly ”You’re well fit mate, and you could say you worked on a safari taking care of lion cups … kinda actually did and it’s a hot cover story … if you want one, that is.” Sirius hated Remus downgrading himself all the time and he’d have to figure out a way to make his friend never do that in front of him. He thought those scars were cool, that the contrast between the studious man and raging beast was mind blowing but what he really wanted was for the wolf to have some fun aside from the full moon nights, play his cards, which were plenty and just let go of all the pent up restrictions that he always had in place. As Remus set up to chat the girl up, Sirius looked confused back at Remus’ head going over his last words. Catch up with what? Having no idea what intentions Remus really had it took him a while to compose his features in what he assumed would catch the girls interest but also give off a hint of arrogance that wouldn’t be hard to push forward at maximum level once she was seated with them. Sirius was left to watch as Remus went to the bar and then slowly, gingerly made his way towards the girl, only to flash the girl a charming smile and a raised eyebrow once her eyes met him. The girl turned with a swish of her dark locks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him and a kind yet in a way provoking smile. It must have been the sixth time a guy came up to her tonight and she wasn’t in any way willing to have yet another think he could score if the block could not make it at least intriguing. She leaned closer as he talked no longer looking at him, at the office shirt, suit pants and dirty blond locks that framed his face. His voice however was kind and gentle, not cocky or oozing that air of Look at me, I can rock your world shit only to come at a loss once she turned his attention to him. Her gaze followed his nod and the man that sat on the sofa was indeed a looker. Not that the one holding the drinks wasn’t, just in a less obvious way, in a way that one had to look past the white collared attitude and carefully composed façade. Her eyes smiled as she met the black haired man’s gaze. ”Why do I feel that he’s not the shy one and you just lost a bet?” he said still smiling as she took one of the glasses and turned her eyes back towards the man beside her. She wasn’t one to easily give in, or wonder away from her best friend to sit at a strangers table just so. As she took a sip from the glass offered to her she tilted her head and eyed him a bit, measuring him with her eyes before taking another look at the man sitting on the sofa. ”Good choice by the way, the drink.” she was still not convinced but she extended her hand ”Andrea!” |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2018 20:29:02 GMT
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Remus was not prepared for this at all, but at least he was equipped with the skill necessary to adapt to people. He may have preferred an evening in with a cup of tea and a good book, but he was not socially awkward. Far from it, in fact, and if this would make Sirius happy, then... then this was what he would do. The things he would do for that boy...
The sudden change of thought came with the girl's (Andrea, apparently) response, calling him out pretty instantly on the situation. He didn't see a good way to keep going with his original plan, at least not in any way that would make it believable, so he was left to assume that if he changed tactics, Sirius would be able to fend for himself. Of course, he found himself wishing he'd gone for a different type of girl- someone less confident, maybe, because Andrea was intimidating.
He smiled at her words, letting his features show just a touch of embarrassment. "Ah... that obvious, is it?" He glanced at Sirius, making eye contact with the boy in a way to silently let him him know that he was handling this- or at the very least, attempting to. "Though," he added quickly, turning his full attention back to her with every ounce of charm he could muster. "As I'm the one talking to you, I think it's fair to say he lost the bet." The goal was to let her know that talking to her was the goal, rather than what the loser of any kind of agreement was forced to do. She may have figured them out very quickly, picking up on their little plan, but... but what? His own thoughts trailed off. She was really rather pretty, and her smile was a lot warmer than he'd expected. Clever, confident, but not arrogant... and that was just after spending a total of ten seconds with her. Much like someone else he knew, so maybe Sirius would be a better fit for her, but that clearly wasn't happening now.
"I had a feeling," he said about the drink, his smile widening just a bit while silently wondering just how in Merlin's name Sirius was so good at this. How could he take one look at the girl and know what she liked to drink? Would he have said whiskey for any girl and hoped for the best? He doubted that Sirius worked on luck, but what did he know? That was a particular skill that he was actually quite fascinated by and wanted to know more about how he'd known. Still, he tipped his glass in her direction, mirroring her actions and taking a sip when she did. The glass was set on the table top somewhat between them, taking her extended hand. "My pleasure to meet you, Andrea. I'm John." He opted for his middle name because it was certainly more common, and it didn't dawn on him that introducing himself as Remus might have been a great talking point to keep her interested, at least for another few seconds.
What now? he thought to himself. She didn't brush him off, but Sirius hadn't exactly prepared him for this either, leaving Remus relying entire on his own wit and charm to make it through this. "So, Andrea, what brings you tonight? Ending a long week, or starting a great weekend?" Friday nights were the most popular to go out for either of those two reasons, and if she cared to answer, he was sure he could relate.
He could have rolled his eyes at himself. He thought the line about how he wasn't the one to lose the bet since he was able to talk to her was pretty smooth, but if his follow up was any indication, that was his peak in this conversation. Quick things like this were hard, no matter what anyone said. It was so much easier and made more sense when he had time to foster a friendship and actually get to know someone. It allowed time to learn nuances and the little things that really would woo someone. But that, he supposed, was a relationship, and people didn't exactly come to bars looking for relationships. That wasn't quite the point.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 18:59:31 GMT
Andrea was looking sideways at her friend which Sirius knew was not a good sign. She was bored and Remus may or may not be aware of it. It wasn’t like Sirius had much game when it came down to it, as he didn’t use cheesy pick up lines or a careful constructed dialogue to instigate interest. It just came natural to him and because of that he didn’t know what tips to give to others. It didn’t work with James, Peter or, apparently, Remus as what worked for him didn’t work for the others. Sirius wasn’t shy or an introvert, he was outgoing, brash, loud, sometimes annoying and relaxed in his confidence. And he certainly wasn’t a good wing man.
Looking over at the pair, trying not to be too obviously concerned about the situation or too concentrated on what was happening, he tried to relax and look casual. Remus shouldn’t have trouble with hooking up with someone as he was an interesting person, smart, sarcastic and all things Sirius found intriguing, aside from the little fury problem, but it did take him some time to be himself around new people and that could make chatting up someone a bit challenging. The girl was smiling but it was a kind sort of smile, not flirty per say. As Remus looked back at him and their eyes met he wished he could tell what his mate was thinking. Was this too much, did he need help, should Sirius jump in? But he wanted Remus to do this for himself as it would be more rewarding if it’ll work out.
The girl eyed him with a smirk and he looked back at her. As they turned to converse to each other Sirius took out his pack of smokes and lit a cigarette. Sirius knew that it wasn’t going as planned. Something in how Remus looked at him told him that much and as he smoked his cigarette he tried to come up with something. The girl wasn’t falling for whatever Remus told her and the idea that Remus would have to use words to make a girl look at him, or cover stories for his scars or anything really ticked him. Why couldn’t people just open their fucking eyes? While Remus may have scars and preferred reading over partying and tea over whiskey, he was more bad ass than Sirius ever though either he or James could ever be. The fact that he held control over whatever the wolf did to him, the fact that he let nothing show, never losing control, never lashing out, Sirius was the king of lashing out and exploding his temper unto the most undeserving victim, Sirius could never control his emotions and Remus was always in control.
The boy seemed witty enough to try to outrank the one sitting on the sofa. Andrea found that amusing in a way. "Touche!" but she didn’t want to get mixed up in any bed no matter who was the winner. As the conversation went on her interest was failing and she started to feel bad for the bloke in front of her. Whatever bet they had took it annoyed her, but at the same time it tickled her pride. She knew this game, knew how to play it, liked the attention she grabbed but she didn’t like to waste too much time on a guy if he couldn’t follow through or at least be funny about it. Andrea shook Remus’ hand and smiled again. The same kind smile. ”Just hanging out with friends.” she said nodding to her friends that were a few feet away. ”Enjoying the weekend after a long week. And you? What’s with the scars?” If John intended to get her attention she had no intention to make it easy for him. There had been plenty of guys that tried to get her attention and none shone any brighter than the other. While getting a free drink was one of the perks of carefully stylized make-up and a special dress, taking her pick of guys was another. If John or whatever the other one’s name was wanted her to sit with them she needed to at least make sure they weren’t some psychopaths. She didn’t particularly expect to be wooed, but the boy had to know how to use his cards.
Suddenly and not so elegantly they were interrupted. ”Sorry …” Sirius said while he threw an arm around Remus’ shoulder and then to the girl’s outrage took the glass out of her hand ”… that one’s supposed to be mine.” and with a wink drank the whole glass in a gulp. He didn’t really know why he did it, all he knew was that Remus didn’t seem comfortable. And maybe some of the shots had gotten to him a bit. ”As the idea was for you to join us not for me to be deserted.” he turned then to Remus ”Way to help a mate out.”
Sirius had no idea what the two had been talking and he took the role of the hurting puppy. The alcohol did help along as he was almost leaning onto Remus more than just putting his arm around him. ”We need more drinks mate and I’ve got something for you.” he said as he started motioning towards the bar. The girl was looking at them with a raised eyebrow as the dark haired boy tugged Remus towards the bar, seemingly not too steady on his feet.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 0:40:25 GMT
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It was going so, so poorly. He could tell almost instantly. Her expression had changed from intrigued to damn near pitying, and he felt himself deflate at the whole prospect. For a split second, he'd felt actually kind of confident. Could probably thank the couple of shots in his system and the beer for that boost of confidence, but it fell flat again pretty quickly, like a kite on a still day. Still, he was committed, at least until Andrea was done with him and politely extricated herself from the conversation. Fine enough, he'd originally picked her for Sirius anyway. She was a stunner and he honestly didn't see Sirius with anyone less than... well, perfect. He deserved perfect, after all, but he deserved someone who would make him feel loved, too. Merlin knew there wasn't enough of that in Sirius' life. It was why he tried to overcompensate as often as he could, and why he was incredibly grateful to James' folks for taking him in.
And then she did it. Polite pleasantries aside, she asked about the scars, and something in Remus broke. This was exactly why he hated doing this... he was never going to amount to more than the scars on first glance, and picking up chicks in a pub was best left to Sirius. It wasn't even necessarily a self-pitying moment, it was just the simple fact of things, and he huffed lightly, just waiting for the out she could provide him when she was bored enough. "I'm a werewolf. Painful process, shifting." As he said it, he grinned as though he was telling a clever joke, and gestured to his face. It was safe to say it here, if it was safe to say it anywhere. Muggles wouldn't believe that werewolf's existed, so to her, he was being silly and she would hopefully just roll her eyes and return to her friends, and he could go back to Sirius with a shrug and an 'oh well, I tried.' Really, he shouldn't have said it at all because he could never quite be sure, but he figured the odds were in his favor that she was going to think he was pulling her leg and giving her a load of bull.
It was freeing to say it out loud, though, instead of covered with metaphors and whispers. It wasn't often that he so openly admitted what he was, and it was kind of nice to say it without fearing that the person across from him would run in terror or try to have him turned in or committed somewhere.
Before either of them could make another response, though, he felt a very familiar weight hanging from him, and the sense of relief that came from Sirius' body next to his was welcome. He couldn't even react before Sirius was tugging him towards the bar, and he looked back at Andrea, shrugging and saying "Sorry, so sorry, I don't know..." before allowing himself to turn in the direction of the bar with Sirius, knocking back his own whiskey in the process, because getting completely toasted sounded brilliant at the moment. (Thirty seconds later, and definitely the next morning, he was going to absolutely regret that decision, but both timeframes were future problems that he was forcing himself not to think about now).
"Thanks, Pads," he said, not bothering to say anything about the fact that the conversation could have gone much worse, but certainly wasn't a raging success. He just wanted to give in to the pleasant numbness that had definitely taken over and enjoy the way that felt for a while. It was relaxing and not so strict and tightly wound as he usually felt. He should have hated the feeling as much as he thrived on being in absolute, perfect control, but it was just nice, for a minute at least.
Both of their bodies hit the bar with a little less grace than Remus expected, which made him smile, and he was the first order two more shots for them. Everything could get stuffed- he'd deal with it all tomorrow. "What do you have for me, besides commentary on my absolutely stunning performance back there?" The question was accompanied by a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Two glasses appeared, Remus reaching for his as he lifted it slightly, waiting for Sirius to do the same. "Cheers to... what, second chances at this point?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 18:49:48 GMT
The fact that that tart, while attractive and with an aura around her that sparked interest, was planning to dismiss Remus like that ticked him in the worst way possible. Sirius understand how night life went, how the game was played and he usually did what the girl had done, be swift, waste as little time in the pub as possible and get what he wanted. Remus, however, didn’t work like that but still, that did not give that tart any right to treat him like that or to possibly turn him down like he was just another bloke with no real qualities other than to charm his way into her knitters. Remus should have better than that and it would be that arrogant lass’ loss.
Plopping his ass on one of the tall bar stools, Sirius still hung his right side on Remus. ”She’s blind and you deserve better anyway.” he said as the buzz of the alcohol got to him steadily. There were no more shots or drinks at their table, having finished his pint as he had been hungry for it and after a long week, the second pint still went down with ease. Sirius had been in need of a night like this for a while now and with how their schedule went and training and order and just everything, while he did still go out, mostly stag or persuaded someone to tag along, he didn’t stay as much and didn’t really unwind while at the pub or club or whatever joint he would wind up at. Sirius would go, stay for maybe a couple of hours, then make a swift exit with some lass or another and then go to his own flat alone after about a half hour latter, or more when things got interesting.
Pulling Remus closer to him as he waved the bartender’s attention their way he said in his ear so that others couldn’t hear. ”I think she’s still scratching her knitters over that werewolf bit, thinking just how rough you mind get when you unwind.” It was intriguing to say the least that Remus was so composed and in control all the time and Sirius was curious himself of exactly how Remus was when he let go of all those defenses and tight ropes he had encircled himself into all those years ago. Of course Remus had fun, but it seemed like he always held something back, like he wasn’t giving it his all, not allowing himself to let go completely. It bugged him but he liked it as that only made the whole thing more of a challenge.
As the bartender reached them he looked as Remus ordered the drinks and the way the lights behind the bar flickered in his amber colored eyes. As two shots were slid in front of them, his attention was snapped back and he heard Remus speak over the music and noise around them and his jaw tensed involuntarily. The fact that other people didn’t see what Remus had to offer was one thing, but for Remus to make comments like that about himself was something else entirely. ”Performance doesn’t matter much, attitude does. And that attitude won’t get you laid.” he said as he brought his shot glass closer. Sirius hated hearing Remus say anything that could be interpreted as talking down on himself.
Turning in his chair he looked Remus in the eye. ”Want to know how I do it? What I do to get them in bed?” he asked with a straight face, pausing for a second for dramatic effect. ”Nothing.” shaking his head slightly he looked Remus dead in those amber eyes that caught his attention again but continued on ”Nothing at all … You know why? … Because I don’t fucking care. I don’t care if I get with them or not and with not caring there’s no fear of failure, with no fear of failure I’m not loosing anything and it shows somehow that I’m not scared or insecure, I don’t think of how fucked up I am because they wouldn’t care nor ever get to know so why think of all the things that are fucked up with me?” speech over, he turned to his drink.
Raising his own shot glass he clicked it to Rem’s and replied with a wicked grin. ”Cheers to letting go of the reigns and a night to lose control that you’ll like to remember in the morning.” he said and drowned his shot. Waving the barman over again Sirius ordered two more pints and took his as he made his way to their former table which now had three girls at it. Again, as before he pointed to a side of the couch like seating area which surrounded the low table, where their clothes were and winked when she nodded. Taking his place again he pocketed his jacket right pocket and pulled out a small vial holding it in his fist. Lowering his body he moved it so that Remus could see it and once he was sure his mate had been made aware of the vial he turned to him, close so that even if people would have wanted to listen, they couldn’t and whispered in his ear. ”It’s something to help unwind … used it before and it helps a lot. Can be mixed with alcohol and a few drops will do.” he said before he leaned forward again and careful not to be seen, allowed a few drops to fall into his pint before he moved to Remus as he expected his mate’s okay. ”Now take your pick.” he said while nodding at the three girls sitting opposite from them while he barely noticed them aside from the fact that they were three girls.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2018 20:17:35 GMT
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Remus couldn't stop the spectacular eye roll when Sirius called that girl blind. They had very different thoughts about how all of this was supposed to work. That girl was well out of his league- and maybe not once they sat down and talked to each other, got to know their likes and dislikes and what made them tick, but in a setting like this? It was never going to happen. More importantly, Remus didn't really want this to happen. It wasn't his thing, but Sirius didn't seem to want to take that as an answer. Or he just didn't understand.
Remus needed to join a book club or something, meet a nice girl that way. Maybe a mediwitch or someone who worked with kids. A librarian.
Sirius' breath was hot against his ear, distracting him and the words that followed making his cheeks tinge the slightest shade of pink. He definitely shouldn't have mentioned the werewolf bit, but he doubted she would have taken him seriously. Instead, as his friend was suggesting, her might have jumped straight to how he'd be in bed, and he opened his mouth to argue, deny that he was anything like that outside of that one night a month, but he stopped himself. Whether he assumed it wasn't worth the battle, or he realized that maybe, sometimes, he was like that, he wasn't sure. What he did know, however, was that he felt constantly tense and under pressure, and sometimes, no matter how much he absolutely hated it, he did want to just give in and bloody relax. No good would ever come from that, though, so he kept himself in control and calm and ever so collected. It was his lot in life, and one night a month, the wolf got to rage.
"Sirius, mate, I don't care." He took the shot, collecting his pint after and moving to follow Sirius back to the couches where this little experiment had started. He smiled and nodded at the girls, sitting on Sirius' other side. "I'm doing this for you, you know. Be just as content to play the wingman." That may have been hard to believe for Sirius. Remus was, as stated, a red blooded male. He might have even been hungrier than the average young adult, in every form of appetite there was, but he didn't need it like this, or even particularly want it like this. He got off on having a connection with someone. Whether it was because of low self esteem or something else, Remus just thought that was where his skills shined. Because he did have value, and he was worth loving. And, frankly, he was worth loving regardless of whether he had scars or looked like Sirius. They all were, and in the same way that Sirius seemed hellbent on getting him laid that night, Remus desperately wanted his friend to find someone who would sit and talk to him and understand what was happening with his family and his life and just hold him when he was forgetting how to be loved.
At the end of the day, they seemed to just want very different things, and Remus wished it didn't bother him as much as it did.
He leaned forward, fingers wrapped around his glass, but he didn't move right away and he let Sirius add whatever it was he brought. Thirty minutes ago and a lot more sober than he currently felt, and he probably would have argued. Anything with the specific purpose of 'letting go' and 'loosening up' was not something Remus wanted because that could be dangerous. Tonight? It probably wouldn't mean anything, wouldn't damage anything. It wasn't like he'd go savage because of some alcohol and a nameless potion, but he was just drunk enough to forget how much he didn't like being in complete control, and why not keep going, at that rate?
A toast, submission to his friend's will for the night, and his gaze shifted to the girls near them. He watched Sirius, watched the easy way he engaged and felt that it was more practiced behavior than it was confidence. Deep down, he always rather suspected that Sirius had the same confidence issues that Remus did, just for different reasons. The werewolf grew up with parents that loved him despite what he was. Sirius had parents that tried to force him to be different, that didn't know how to love the beautiful soul they created. He refused to believe that that wouldn't mess a young kid up. Even if Sirius turned away from his family, that still had to weigh heavily on him and affect the way he viewed himself. They weren't so different, in the end.
"Screw it," Remus murmured behind his beer. "Let them come to us." He didn't need to chase anyone, didn't need Sirius to, either. They both deserved better than that.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2018 21:55:10 GMT
Finding comfort wasn’t difficult for Sirius. Whether it was amongst his friends or complete strangers, in bed with someone or during some stressful Order mission, comfort had always been a given for Sirius. He had always had a knack for being capable of being himself in any and all situations. When, for whatever reason, comfort would be a trouble to obtain, he’d crack a joke or pull a prank to diffuse the tension surrounding him or from within him. What he found troublesome wasn’t comfort as he could easily adapt to people and situations around him, but openness.
Even amongst his friends it wasn’t easy to be truly and completely honest, but most importantly, he didn’t find it easy to be honest with himself half of the time. Time spent at the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black had been difficult because he was constantly forced to squeeze himself into a mold that just didn’t want to fit, so he did the only thing that would have granted him comfort within himself and ran away. Time spent as Hogwarts had been a testament to his lack of honesty with his friends and himself. Everything that was going on with him because of his family was stashed away, scrunched into a tiny box, locked safely and cast into to darkest corners of his mind. Why? Because it didn’t bring him any joy and he wanted joy while at Hogwarts, while around his friends. He wanted to enjoy every minute he had away from that house because the time spent in that house always seemed to weight heavier on his heart than whatever joy Hogwarts or his friends brought him.
After he ran away, still, he didn’t opened up, only to James and only as much as it was necessary because he knew nothing good would have come from sharing the darkest of his experiences. Not to James, nor to Remus because aside from not wanting them to pity him for being such a fool and such a complete idiot for having received and, for a while think he deserved his parents treatment, he just didn’t want to have to relieve any of it, decided just to pretend none of it really happened or had any impact on him. Sirius didn’t want his parents to have any impact on him, any further than what was a genetic package that he could only try to fight against.
In such he’d still enjoyed life, experienced as much as possible and kept himself and his mind busy as to not have to admit or catch up to everything that he went through. Sirius enjoyed even the simplest things like quick shags, seeing James’ face light up, hearing Remus laugh or getting Peter excited. Seeing Remus’ cheeks flushed was one of those things and he couldn’t stop his chuckle before it broke free and in his drunken state, it wasn’t the loud bark like laughter everyone that knew Sirius knew to expect, but a snickering that was a lot more common from Peter as he leaned into Remus some more, while they made their way to their table.
”That’s brilliant. You’re half way there, then. Bloody tart doesn’t know what she’s missing.” Once seated and drink perfectly spiked with the odorless potion, Sirius saluted Remus once again for good measure and took a rather large sip from his pint after he pocketed the phial.
After resting his drink on the low table, he strung his arm around Remus ”You know what … you are absolutely right. Bugger them and bugger wingmen and what not. Right now that only thing that I could use them for would involved either the dance floor or a bed, or couch, or chair, or nothing really …” he started snickering again as the alcohol was starting to severely impede his cognitive abilities and as he pulled Remus closer his snicker died off and his vision was dazed as other senses caught up with himself ”You smell nice.” he found himself saying and even if it weren’t for the alcohol or the collapse of any other limitations he might have for whatever other reason usually, but not really, he buried his nose in Remus’ neck and sniffed strongly ”Hmmm … why didn’t you tell you smell so nice Moons?” he asked almost sounding hurt.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2018 19:07:58 GMT
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Remus was at the point where he didn't care if they had any girls come up to them that night, or if they pursued any themselves. It wasn't his goal anyway, and since the very beginning of the night, he'd only wanted to spend some time catching up with his friend. He wasn't even too upset that James and had joined them and left quickly again because Prongs had not been a planned part of the night. Whatever potion Sirius gave him took effect quickly and it made him really not care about much. Where he was normally something of a type A, control freak, it was currently gone, and he felt like he might be able to roll with the punches. This was not a phrase that was typically used in association with him. As the boys were so fond of pointing out, he folded all of his socks. A learned condition, he was very methodical with most things.
The way his shoulders relaxed was a welcome, if foreign, feeling. It felt kind of nice to just not care.
His face turned, cheek touching Sirius', who had his nose buried in his neck. With little warning, Remus actually laughed. It wasn't a deep belly laugh or anything of the sort, but it was enough to lighten the mood and chase away the dark cloud that seemed to always follow the werewolf around. "Fuck 'em," he repeated, his voice barely more than a rumble in his throat. Louder, he added, "You are such a mutt." An inside joke, if anyone heard it, but Remus wasn't particularly worried about that, either. What an absolutely freeing thought that was.
All of it was actually incredibly freeing. There was a normal piano-wire tenseness to his shoulders that was just gone, and he felt almost disconnected and disassociated from the world and the normal things that kept him in line and so in control. It was just that none of it mattered. He shifted, lazily throwing an arm around Sirius' shoulders and pulling their bodies close again.
The birds at the other end of the low sofa looked at them occasionally, all big eyes and coy expressions and... Remus wasn't interested in the least. It was a strange thing, he supposed, and probably the opposite of what Sirius had hoped for with whatever potion he dropped in his drink, and with the strong buzz he was feeling from the alcohol. but he couldn't help it that he just wanted to spend the time relaxing with Sirius.
All the same, the girls kept giving off very strong visual clues, and so Remus, despite having said they should just let the girls come to them, leaned into Sirius further. "If you wanted to dance," he started, pushing his chin in the other direction. "You would have a couple willing partners." Dancing. Dancing sounded fun, didn't it? Remus was probably absolute shite at it, since it wasn't something he did often, but he did have some semblance of rhythm with the little bit of piano he played. He'd much rather hear Sirius play, but he could make his way through a few songs as well. Similarly, he though he would much rather see Sirius dance than to make the movements himself, but...
But what?
He dislodged himself from the other boy, pulling up to his feet and looking down at his counterpart. "Come on, then. I rather suspect they'll follow us out." He again referenced the girls, but even if they stayed put, he wouldn't be much bothered.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2018 14:13:14 GMT
The daze was commanding him to head on. Everything felt natural and simple and just so effortless and comfortable that nothing seemed impossible or unattainable. The girls in front of them were watching, eyes bearing interest and some anxiety, lust, curiosity and none of it made him feel less like himself and free, awkwardness was a foreign concept. His eyes matched the blonds’ eagerness for some enduring activity, some form of release and exhalation. ”And the mutt goes woof.” There was no shifting of the lingering gaze even as Remus pulled him closer into him, feeling the warmth of another body did little to embarrass him but only released his grin from the cages of what little self control he had usually. The one change was his wondering and lustful survey of her body. From her full lips to the uncovered shoulders, the curve of her bust and the cut on her tight, short skirt.
Remus’ closeness eased him into the overwhelming sensation that did not startle or unnerve him, but allowed him to experience the feeling of liberation even more. The scent of musk and chocolate made his stomach flip in on itself in sheer delight as an arm held him closer and as he lowered the glass and settled it on the table his hand chose as resting place a thigh which was firm and hidden by a pair of man jeans. It was natural and Remus’ words spoke pleasures to his eardrum. Focusing on Remus’ form as he pushed himself off the sofa, the sudden change made him long for the contact to not have been broken but the idea sung excitement to his senses. ”I’d be keen on anything right now, them included or not.” the idea came and went and it was lingering. As Remus moved out of sight Sirius went to follow but his eyes found the girl’s again and with a half smile and desire in his eyes the girls followed them after Sirius moved to the dance floor as well.
The sounds were trembling all over and his body felt the bass envelope him, covering his senses and clearing his mind completely. The drink and potion were off his mind as a hand tingled and intertwined with his and another circled around his chest from behind. Turning his head away from Remus he saw the girl and it felt like she was eating him up. Sirius didn’t consider why or how come he found himself in that situation he just reduced the distance and moved her body in front of his, and started moving to the rhythm of the song that played all around them as a girl moved closer to Remus. Her perfume was sweet. A bit too sweet for his liking but the music moved him from within and his arms moved against her curves pulling her closer to him.
Dancing was simple and so much at the same time. As the lyrics went on, the base triggered a need for more within him and his lips met hers. It was soft, calm, but intense in sensations. She turned to face him and he kept kissing her, deeper, watching her closed eyes and caressing her hair. The images before him colored his thoughts and the bodies moved all around them. Sirius looked ahead of himself and found Remus. Remus’ eyes, those amber depths that smothered his mind. Something tugged at his chest as the kiss deepened and his hands roamed her body, but his eyes barely looked away from amber ends of universes.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2018 23:43:20 GMT
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He had no plan, no ideas of where the night was going to go or what was going to happen. There was freedom in that, too, and he rather liked it. Where he'd taken Sirius into the crowd to dance, when he turned, it was not Sirius who greeted him. His attention was stolen by a brunette half a head shorter than him, though probably more if she took off her platform shoes. Her eyes were green, half lidded with her own intoxicated state, and when Remus' lips turned up in a quirk of a smile, she understood the invitation and pressed her body flush to his.
Her hips swayed, Remus setting his hands on her body and allowing her to guide his movement. It came naturally to him in his current mindset, where normally, Remus wasn't much of a dancer. His mum had tried to get him in lessons, but as with most things growing up, he'd withdrawn from it and showed little interest, unless it was in a book. In the recess of his memory bank, he might be able to lead a girl through a half-decent waltz, but this kind of movement wasn't something he had practiced. This was natural and it felt welcomed.
And he paid attention to her. For a minute. A short minute at that, but the way she moved against him was more than enough to command his attention, the music nearly flowing through him and filling his consciousness. The bass line had as much to do with his lack of inhibitions as anything else (well, aside from the potion and the alcohol of course).
Her full lips pressed against his neck, causing his head to tilt just so, giving her more skin if she wanted it, and it shifted his focus, forcing his eyes open. The sight in front of him, out of reach, was Sirius with a blonde, their lips a little more active. Remus' breath caught in his throat, which he attributed to the brunette with him, and certainly not the black haired boy who was paying absolutely no attention to him.
She tried to kiss him, her lips at the corner of his, his response distracted at best. It became physically impossible to tear his eyes away from his friend and he felt suddenly heavy with inadequacy. Whatever concerns and self esteem had left him flying in the last few moments were rushing back with full force. He didn't like the feeling, but he really didn't like seeing Sirius so wrapped up in that girl, and he'd all but forgotten about the girl still working at his attention.
He blinked, slowly, and when his eyes were open again, they met the brilliant silver of Sirius' gaze. Not for the first time, his breath caught again, feeling more like a deer in the headlights as the phrase went.
Then, it struck him. He'd wanted Sirius' attention in that moment, though he hadn't known, hadn't been aware that it was something he was seeking. Now that he had it, he didn't know what to do with it, or what to do with the fact that he was still kissing that blonde with his eyes locked solidly on Remus. Rem's body still swayed softly with the girl's while he realized he needed to do something, anything. He blinked again, and Sirius' gaze was gone, but only for a second, and it was back on him. Tilting his head just a touch, almost imperceptibly, he offered a silent invite for Sirius to move closer. Blonde in toe or not, he didn't really care.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2018 9:18:33 GMT
Whatever inspired him to look at Remus was beyond him. It may have been the proximity, a light guiding his eyes towards him or just his own eyes that wondered around and settled on Remus, the reason was beyond him, but as the kiss deepened his gaze remained locked on the shades of the waxing moon that did not shy away from his leering mercury orbs, but rewarded him with a sort of intensity he’d only seen before the full moon. Tongues and hands exploring as his body moved to the beat of the song too close to the girls, if he’d been more conscious, he’d have taken his eyes away from Remus, but for a few seconds that felt like hours he was transfixed by them and breathing became rather difficult. The reason could have been his occupied mouth but Sirius wasn’t aiming for reason.
Closing his eyes, he felt a wave of calmness take over as his desire increased. Remus was in the arms of a brunette and Sirius should have been thrilled by the fact that he reached his goal for the night, but as his eyes deemed opening and drew back to his friend, the thrill he felt in his entire body as he moved to the beat of the music and the waves of the crowds, only increased when different shades of the moon met again. The astronomical body which circled around the Earth offered shades of different colors and intensities because of the scattering of light by the atmosphere. The distance at which it orbited shifted its hue and gave it various shades. Dust, smoke, pollution and other particles that cover the Earth are responsible for the reds, orange and yellow tinted complexion of the natural satellite. Those were known facts, studies from their Hogwarts years, what was unknown and something that fascinated him more was what exactly could be blamed for the ever changing shades of the werewolf’s eyes.
With his body still pressed against the girl’s, Sirius felt drawn to the beckoning deep golden orbs and following the beat that ran through his whole body, he moved towards them, following the pull that enticed him from within. Sirius’ mind was void of inhibitions and there were no straining ideas or reasons not to drown the gap. Remus, while busy and having grabbed someone’s attention did not tear his eyes away. There was no silent plea for aid, no visual need to be saved from an uncomfortable situation, just lust that reverberated through his every cell as eyes were still locked. Seeing Remus with that girl only intensified the thirst he felt, thirst that one could blame on alcohol consumption, but one would be completely in the wrong.
Sirius didn’t need to save Remus, it wasn’t necessary to swoop in and make up a silly excuse for a sudden departure, but seeing Remus like that transfixed Sirius, not for jealousy or wishing the girl to move away from him, but seeing the girl’s interest and Remus so relaxed sparked a curiosity that ran free with no strings. A light brown lock of hair moved and restricted those amber beacons from his view and as the blond girl started focusing on his neck, it sent a shiver down his spine as he tilted his neck and quirked an eyebrow lightly as the area between the two couples became nonexistent. The girls were pretty much pressed against each other and Sirius could smell chocolate mixed with whiskey and his mind was entrapped. Yearning and lust started to overwhelm him as proximity placed Remus at arm’s length while the girls were trapped between the two of them.
Completely unaware of the girls giggling at the situation or their bodies moving against each other aiming to seduce them, Sirius saw Remus’ ear lobe and felt the urge to bite it, smelled chocolate and craved the aroma. Without reasoning his action or what it would look like for anyone who saw it, or what Remus would think, or what any of it would do to them in the morning, he needed to correct the image. Moving to the rhythm of his pulse as she was rubbing up against him, the only thing his mind could focus on was a lock of hair that irked him while his pulse skipped a few beats. Repeating cadence against his eardrums as the song when over and over the same few notes, only to intensify them as it progressed deepening and emphasizing the spur of lust that needed gratification. Brush of the finger against curly strands of hair allowed the image to clear as a cloud being forced away by wind and the violation was corrected, lustful eyes back in full view. The sensation in his fingertips guided his hand to get lost in light curls that followed all the way to the back of his head.
Sirius was light headed, short breaths and a dry mouth. Moving against her body kept the sensation at a standstill while the intensity bottled up with each movement he felt against the front of his jeans. Biting his lower lip as his eyes saw the curve of the mouth, a light scar that covered the side of his neck next to the jugular, the corner of the eye and the outline of an eyebrow, pale skin and keen eyes that looked back at him as she kept pressing against him, moving to the rhythm and he was moving his fingers against flushed skin from the back of his neck.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2018 4:07:20 GMT
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Remus' heart pounded. He could feel it against his chest, he could hear the rushing of blood in his ears. His senses seemed heightened, though in a different way than they were as the wolf. During the days surrounding the full moon, he could smell emotions, he could see in the dark pretty well, he could hear the pages of a book turn from rooms away. It wasn't like that tonight, but Remus could still smell and taste and feel pure lust. In all fairness, it was probably more correctly identified as pheromones, but all of his knowledge wasn't exactly forthcoming in the moment.
No, in the moment, everything that surrounded him was undeniably and overwhelmingly Sirius.
He should have looked away, should have focused on the girl in front of him, and aside from the way their bodies connected as they danced, she may as well not have even been between them. He couldn't look away from those shining grey eyes, all too aware that they had power over him more commanding than any other force he'd experienced in his life. How was it that he was only just now noticing it? Sure, Sirius had never looked at him with quite that same intensity, and Remus probably wouldn't have quite been open to it, but all he could think about what was wanting Sirius within arm's length. Not for safety or comfort, but for the exact opposite, really- a rush of discomfort that just the thought of thrilled Remus and made everything feel just a little tight.
He didn't have to wait long before Sirius and the blonde who'd attached herself to him were close- close enough that Remus swore he could feel their combined body heat and the brunette had to work far too hard to make sure Remus remembered she was there. He'd managed to look away once, maybe twice, focusing on the girl and giving any indication that he was enjoying himself with her (he was, really, but that wasn't the trouble), but every time, his gaze shifted back to Sirius and his breath caught because Sirius was staring intently back at him. It was almost a challenge, some invitation to make them both forget about the poor birds, and Merlin knew he didn't need much of an invite for that with pure inhibition and desire running through his veins.
Had Sirius' fingers come to rest at his throat rather than the back of his neck, he might have felt the rumble of the low growl from Remus. The brunette had, laughing in her own drunken state, turning over her shoulder and mumbling something to her friend- the words were lost in the rumble of the music, and Remus didn't care to know, really. It would have been a sweet gesture, and perhaps to intimate, for him to lean into Sirius' touch, but that sort of soft familiarity wasn't what Remus wanted. It wasn't what the wolf wanted either, come to that, and for once, the boy didn't want to deny the creature. Instead of leaning into the touch, Remus only extended the invitation he'd offered just seconds before, offering Sirius any reason to come closer still, even with the two bodies still trapped between them.
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