Redemption - Part 14 - Renaissance
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Prompt: 57 - Wish
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Slash
WC: 1,129
Series so far:
1. Reconciliation 2. Rehabilitation 3. Recovery 4. Reply 5. Rediscovery 6. Receiving
7. Repartee 8. Relapse 9. Requisite 10. Retreat 11. Refining 12. Repose 13. Reconsidering
14. Renaissance 15. Retribution 16. Return 17.Rematch 18. Redefining 19. Relishing
20. Recognition 21. Remembering 22. Refrain 23. Reformation 24. Recrimination 25. Reliance
26. Reverting 27. Repercussion 28. Reminder
“Doesn’t it smell marvelous? And it’s so warm!”
It is April, and Severus and Remus are taking their first walk in the garden. Remus has been doing very well with the cane, and he has persuaded Smethwyck that it will do him good to get some fresh air. Severus was skeptical, but Remus is so excited about being outdoors again that Severus has a hard time keeping a straight face.
“It is…warm, yes,” he allows, folding his arms across his chest. He is wearing a charcoal grey button shirt and jeans, because he still prefers entering St Mungo’s from the Muggle side, and he has noticed Remus with an appreciative look in his eye sometimes, when Remus thinks Severus won’t notice his arse is being ogled.
Remus grins at him and pauses to take Severus’ arm. Severus manages not to flinch from the very public gesture, but he is uncomfortable with it. He has never made his sexual preferences common knowledge, and he cannot see any reason to do so now. Indeed, wouldn’t it look marvelous, for the entire Wizarding world to discover that the man who was head of Slytherin House for twelve years was a sodomite? Severus supposes, rather bitterly, that it would be enough for certain people to attempt having him thrown back into Azkaban, for fear their darling little Zabinis and Goyles had been defiled.
He allows none of his turmoil to show now, however. Remus’ grasp on his arm is light and welcome, and Severus sees no advantage to allowing his sexual orientation to become common knowledge, but Remus cares for him, Remus wants to touch him, and by Merlin Severus will allow it if it means that allowing it won’t hurt Remus. He looks down at Remus, a tiny smile touching his lips.
“You like the spring.”
“I love the spring,” Remus agrees, grinning. “But more than that, I’m just grateful to be outside. I’m not exactly an indoor werewolf.”
Severus can’t help it; he laughs. He has discovered that he enjoys laughing, particularly when Remus laughs with him. Remus is looking at him now with laughter and such affection in his eyes that Severus also can’t stop himself from reaching up to ghost his hand over soft, greying brown hair that has grown long enough to brush Remus’ shirt collar.
At this touch, Remus sobers slightly, staring at Severus for a moment before he smiles again. Severus wonders at this, then realizes that he has just indulged in the very thing he was mentally cringing at moments earlier; he has made a public gesture of affection towards Remus.
He suppresses an immediate instinct to look around and see who witnessed it, and instead allows his mouth to curve into a real smile. “I’m glad this makes you happy,” he says quietly. And it’s true; he likes seeing Remus happy. He believes Remus deserves happiness, despite what Remus says about Greyback and past sins. He likes that anything he does can make Remus happy.
Remus smiles back at him, his eyes shining. “Yes,” he says, his voice nearly inaudible. He looks down again and they walk for a time in silence. Severus automatically adjusts his pace to match Remus’ slower, halting one. It seems natural, as if they have walked alongside each other all their lives, instead of only two months. He marvels at how easy and right it feels.
Suddenly Remus veers to the left with a small exclamation. “I never saw this from the window!”
Severus jolts out of his introspection and looks up to see a stone bench hidden in a nook behind some shrubbery. He bites back a smirk. The stone is weathered and covered in lichen, and when Remus draws Severus down beside him, they discover another hidden delight--there is a small fountain built so only those sitting on the bench can observe it. Remus nudges Severus. “Do you have a Knut?”
Severus fishes one out of his pocket and hands it over, curious.
Remus smiles, kisses the coin, and then tosses it into the fountain. Severus wonders what he wished for.
“This is beautiful,” Remus says, leaning back happily.
Severus surprises himself by putting an arm around Remus’ shoulders and drawing him close. “You aren’t cold?” he asks.
Remus chuckles and leans up enough to brush a kiss across his jaw. “How could I be, with you here? But thank you for asking.”
Severus finds himself slightly embarrassed at his unwonted fussing, but undeniably pleased at Remus’ lips on his skin. He closes his eyes and breathes in through his nose, the crisp, slightly cool air a pleasant counterpoint to the heat of Remus’ body next to his. “I--Remus,” he begins, feeling oddly hesitant and not knowing exactly why. He is almost certain Remus will agree.
Remus turns his head to nuzzle against Severus’ throat. “Mmm-hmm.”
“Smethwyck tells me you’re improving dramatically.”
“Mmm.” Remus presses a kiss against his neck, sending shivers through Severus’ entire body. They have rarely had time or opportunity for such behaviour, and Severus has to fight to keep from losing his train of thought. He tightens his arm around Remus.
“Have you given any thought to the fact that you’ll soon be able to leave hospital?”
Remus pulls away enough to look up at Severus, an odd expression on his face. Severus can’t tell whether Remus is disappointed or annoyed or merely confused. Severus bites his lip against a strange urge to laugh.
“I haven’t, really,” Remus admits. “I’m rather used to living one day at a time. A twenty-five-year habit that I suspect will take time to break.”
Severus misses the heat of Remus’ mouth against him. “Will you come to Spinner’s End with me?”
Remus’ expression is like sunshine, like phoenix song, like Felix Felicis. “Yes!” he says.
Severus gazes, rapt, at this strange, fascinating, beautiful man next to him. “You will?” He can hardly believe his luck, for all that Remus has been rather persistent in showing him affection. It has been almost a week since the encounter with Potter; Severus wonders if Potter’s next move will change this.
“Yes,” Remus says again. He slides his fingers into Severus’ hair and pulls him down for a kiss, and Severus gives in to it easily. His tongue seeks and gains entrance, and he revels in the sweetness and heat of Remus. Flashes of heat run through him, and he tightens his arms around Remus, wanting this moment to go on forever.
Of course it can’t, but it does go on for a good minute or two before they can tear themselves apart. Remus smiles breathlessly at Severus, who cannot help but smile breathlessly back, and Remus asks, “What is Spinner’s End?”
Severus puts his head back and laughs.
Prompt: 57 - Wish
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Slash
WC: 1,129
Series so far:
1. Reconciliation 2. Rehabilitation 3. Recovery 4. Reply 5. Rediscovery 6. Receiving
7. Repartee 8. Relapse 9. Requisite 10. Retreat 11. Refining 12. Repose 13. Reconsidering
14. Renaissance 15. Retribution 16. Return 17.Rematch 18. Redefining 19. Relishing
20. Recognition 21. Remembering 22. Refrain 23. Reformation 24. Recrimination 25. Reliance
26. Reverting 27. Repercussion 28. Reminder
“Doesn’t it smell marvelous? And it’s so warm!”
It is April, and Severus and Remus are taking their first walk in the garden. Remus has been doing very well with the cane, and he has persuaded Smethwyck that it will do him good to get some fresh air. Severus was skeptical, but Remus is so excited about being outdoors again that Severus has a hard time keeping a straight face.
“It is…warm, yes,” he allows, folding his arms across his chest. He is wearing a charcoal grey button shirt and jeans, because he still prefers entering St Mungo’s from the Muggle side, and he has noticed Remus with an appreciative look in his eye sometimes, when Remus thinks Severus won’t notice his arse is being ogled.
Remus grins at him and pauses to take Severus’ arm. Severus manages not to flinch from the very public gesture, but he is uncomfortable with it. He has never made his sexual preferences common knowledge, and he cannot see any reason to do so now. Indeed, wouldn’t it look marvelous, for the entire Wizarding world to discover that the man who was head of Slytherin House for twelve years was a sodomite? Severus supposes, rather bitterly, that it would be enough for certain people to attempt having him thrown back into Azkaban, for fear their darling little Zabinis and Goyles had been defiled.
He allows none of his turmoil to show now, however. Remus’ grasp on his arm is light and welcome, and Severus sees no advantage to allowing his sexual orientation to become common knowledge, but Remus cares for him, Remus wants to touch him, and by Merlin Severus will allow it if it means that allowing it won’t hurt Remus. He looks down at Remus, a tiny smile touching his lips.
“You like the spring.”
“I love the spring,” Remus agrees, grinning. “But more than that, I’m just grateful to be outside. I’m not exactly an indoor werewolf.”
Severus can’t help it; he laughs. He has discovered that he enjoys laughing, particularly when Remus laughs with him. Remus is looking at him now with laughter and such affection in his eyes that Severus also can’t stop himself from reaching up to ghost his hand over soft, greying brown hair that has grown long enough to brush Remus’ shirt collar.
At this touch, Remus sobers slightly, staring at Severus for a moment before he smiles again. Severus wonders at this, then realizes that he has just indulged in the very thing he was mentally cringing at moments earlier; he has made a public gesture of affection towards Remus.
He suppresses an immediate instinct to look around and see who witnessed it, and instead allows his mouth to curve into a real smile. “I’m glad this makes you happy,” he says quietly. And it’s true; he likes seeing Remus happy. He believes Remus deserves happiness, despite what Remus says about Greyback and past sins. He likes that anything he does can make Remus happy.
Remus smiles back at him, his eyes shining. “Yes,” he says, his voice nearly inaudible. He looks down again and they walk for a time in silence. Severus automatically adjusts his pace to match Remus’ slower, halting one. It seems natural, as if they have walked alongside each other all their lives, instead of only two months. He marvels at how easy and right it feels.
Suddenly Remus veers to the left with a small exclamation. “I never saw this from the window!”
Severus jolts out of his introspection and looks up to see a stone bench hidden in a nook behind some shrubbery. He bites back a smirk. The stone is weathered and covered in lichen, and when Remus draws Severus down beside him, they discover another hidden delight--there is a small fountain built so only those sitting on the bench can observe it. Remus nudges Severus. “Do you have a Knut?”
Severus fishes one out of his pocket and hands it over, curious.
Remus smiles, kisses the coin, and then tosses it into the fountain. Severus wonders what he wished for.
“This is beautiful,” Remus says, leaning back happily.
Severus surprises himself by putting an arm around Remus’ shoulders and drawing him close. “You aren’t cold?” he asks.
Remus chuckles and leans up enough to brush a kiss across his jaw. “How could I be, with you here? But thank you for asking.”
Severus finds himself slightly embarrassed at his unwonted fussing, but undeniably pleased at Remus’ lips on his skin. He closes his eyes and breathes in through his nose, the crisp, slightly cool air a pleasant counterpoint to the heat of Remus’ body next to his. “I--Remus,” he begins, feeling oddly hesitant and not knowing exactly why. He is almost certain Remus will agree.
Remus turns his head to nuzzle against Severus’ throat. “Mmm-hmm.”
“Smethwyck tells me you’re improving dramatically.”
“Mmm.” Remus presses a kiss against his neck, sending shivers through Severus’ entire body. They have rarely had time or opportunity for such behaviour, and Severus has to fight to keep from losing his train of thought. He tightens his arm around Remus.
“Have you given any thought to the fact that you’ll soon be able to leave hospital?”
Remus pulls away enough to look up at Severus, an odd expression on his face. Severus can’t tell whether Remus is disappointed or annoyed or merely confused. Severus bites his lip against a strange urge to laugh.
“I haven’t, really,” Remus admits. “I’m rather used to living one day at a time. A twenty-five-year habit that I suspect will take time to break.”
Severus misses the heat of Remus’ mouth against him. “Will you come to Spinner’s End with me?”
Remus’ expression is like sunshine, like phoenix song, like Felix Felicis. “Yes!” he says.
Severus gazes, rapt, at this strange, fascinating, beautiful man next to him. “You will?” He can hardly believe his luck, for all that Remus has been rather persistent in showing him affection. It has been almost a week since the encounter with Potter; Severus wonders if Potter’s next move will change this.
“Yes,” Remus says again. He slides his fingers into Severus’ hair and pulls him down for a kiss, and Severus gives in to it easily. His tongue seeks and gains entrance, and he revels in the sweetness and heat of Remus. Flashes of heat run through him, and he tightens his arms around Remus, wanting this moment to go on forever.
Of course it can’t, but it does go on for a good minute or two before they can tear themselves apart. Remus smiles breathlessly at Severus, who cannot help but smile breathlessly back, and Remus asks, “What is Spinner’s End?”
Severus puts his head back and laughs.
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Date: 2006-03-07 09:14 pm (UTC)