Remus narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sun on the horizon of the water. Purple, pink, and orange all swirled in the darkening blue sky, and he knew what that meant.

"Butterbeer!!" James cried, pulling the aforementioned bottles out of his rucksack and handing one to each of his friends. Sirius immediately uncorked his and chugged half of the bottle, wiping his lips with the sleeve of his olive striped hoodie's long sleeves and sighing contentedly. Remus was never much of a drinker, but chugged his down anyways. Tonight called for celebration.

Several hours and bottles of firewhiskey and butterbeer later, a drunken Sirius sat down heavily by a slightly drunk Remus. James and Peter had started a bonfire on the beach, and were dancing around it and singing horribly, occasionally throwing more driftwood onto the pile. The flames burned blue in the night, and Remus couldn't help but stare at Sirius's face, thrown into relief by the cerulean, dancing fire.

"Moony…" Sirius said, slurring slightly while trying to think through the haze of alcohol that was presently coursing through his body, "Moony, you're pretty." Sirius kissed his cheek, and with a hiccup, collapsed in a heap onto Remus's lap, snoring lightly as Remus felt his eyelids droop tiredly. A little rest couldn't hurt.


Remus woke in the middle of the night lying next to Sirius, tangled in his arms. He sat up quickly, but immediately laid back down when a shot of pain shot blasted to his forehead and temples. He groaned and set his head down gingerly, taking full advantage of Sirius's body heat and sniffing his wonderful smelling hair every so often. He smelled citrusy, like raspberry tea and oranges and a hint of musk. He smelled like heaven.

The early morning came too soon. The beach was abandoned except for Sirius and himself, who were still tangled in a heap on the towels laid out from the previous day, and Peter and James, who had apparently passed out by the now burnt out bonfire. Several empty bottles littered their campsite, but Remus couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. He was still appraising the situation laid out in front of him. A very delicious looking Sirius was in his arms. In his arms. In his arms. Somehow in the middle of the night, his own shirt had come off and he shivered in the crisp salty air. He felt Sirius's arms tighten around his torso, and he snuggled closer to him. He opened his eyes to look at Sirius and saw that his eyelashes were fluttering and his eyes were slowly opening. Remus sighed contentedly and smiled when Sirius's grey eyes finally opened.

"Morning, Pads." He whispered. Sirius grinned back and moved his face closer to his.

"Morning, love." His husky voice was gloriously scratchy in the early morning. Maybe it was the drink that still resided in his body, or maybe it was just the confidence from lying on the ground with his love in his arms. Whatever the reason, Remus finally submitted to the ever present need to kiss Sirius. He kissed his lips lightly, and pulled back a little, afraid of what the consequences of his foolish actions would be. He had kissed Sirius. On the lips. Remus bit his lip and searched Sirius's face for a reaction, good or bad. But, fuck the consequences, that kiss was pure bliss. Sirius's handsome face slowly spread into a wide grin, and he opened his grey eyes once again. Sirius put his hand on his cheek, and kissed him back. And this time, when they kissed, it was anything but tentative.


I know, LAME. :o

Ah well, that's the end, I guess.

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