+HP+ . Failing, and flailing..

[25 December 2005]

It wasn’t the prelude to anything, or the promise of things to come, or the seed of romance, I don’t know where you get these ideas.

It was just a kiss.

It was just a kiss that neither of us could end, not even after we’d sunk to the cold rooftop to escape the colder wind, not even after bumping knees and elbows and teeth and noses and rubbing palms raw on the rough stones. It was only when I looked up and realized that the world had gone white all around us that I was able to stop. I pulled back but traced Sirius’ bruised mouth with a finger.

"It’s snowing." My voice was almost completely gone; I don’t suppose he even heard me, but he was watching my mouth and smiled like the sunrise.

"Remarkable grasp on the obvious, Moony." He somehow had his hands uncomfortably stuck in my pockets, and this awkward position didn’t allow him to lean back away from me, so we sat almost touching noses, in the snow. "Are we—are you, will you be kissing me again, ever? Or is this just some kind of bizarre rooftop aberration?"

I had to smile. "I might do it again. You look good, kissed."

He leaned just a bit closer, our foreheads bumping. "You look good kissed, too."

From Seduction, by Busaikko



Title: Failing, and flailing, and falling
Rating: G
Notes: Drawn for the Christmas exchange over at Shacking Up Sesa, for Busaikko.