On a Windswept Cliff (5/9)
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starfishstarON A WINDSWEPT CLIFF
Summary:
On the cliff top where the fearsome Lord Black once stalked, an outcast man meets a big black dog, and things are not as they seem.
Or: The Remus/Sirius gothic romance AU.
CHAPTER FIVE
When he reached his cottage, Remus fell into bed and slept the last couple of hours until it was properly morning.
He stumbled through his duties all that day, barely able to concentrate, but if Molly noticed his distraction, she didn’t say anything. Perhaps she thought it was simply an aftereffect of the conversation they’d had the evening before.
He spent the whole day in an agony of anticipation and irrational fears.
What if Sirius didn’t come? What guarantee did Remus have, really?
Or – what if something happened? How would he know whether Sirius had changed his mind, or something had simply got in the way? He didn’t know how to find Sirius, where he lived, how he spent his days or the rest of his time when he wasn’t lingering about Remus’ cottage in the shadows. What if he disappeared out of Remus’ life again as suddenly as he’d come?
Remus realised he’d been staring at the same small patch of stone for…he didn’t know how long. He shook himself, and moved on.
Sirius would come. He had to.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dusk fell, and still Sirius wasn’t there. Remus paced inside the cottage, then decided to go outside instead. If he was going to be anxious and overeager, at least he could do it in a less confined space.
He opened the front door and Sirius was there. Standing in the dark under the stars.
“What are you standing around there for?” Remus laughed, his joy bubbling up into his words. Sirius had come.
Sirius glanced up at the starlit sky, then back at Remus. He hesitated. “There are some things you ought to know–” he started.
“I don’t care,” Remus said, wild with happiness. “I really, really don’t care. Come on.” He reached out and tugged Sirius towards him, closer to the door of the cottage.
Sirius gazed at him, still wavering. “Remus–”
“Sirius.” He tried to pour all his longing into the name. Sirius was finally, finally here. “Come inside. Please. I invite you to cross the threshold, you mad creature of the night.”
Sirius snorted, loosening up a little despite himself. “I don’t think you get to invite me anywhere, around this place. I go where I please.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Then come inside with me.” Remus could feel a daft smile that kept tugging at his lips. He was fighting against it, but he couldn’t say he was trying very hard. “Whatever great confessions you want to make, they can keep. Come inside, Sirius.”
For an unbearably long moment, Sirius hesitated still. Then, in only the time it took to blink, he had thrown himself at Remus and was kissing him, hot and hungry.
“Yes,” Remus gasped against Sirius’ lips. He’d always thought “weak in the knees” a cliché, but it wasn’t, it really wasn’t. He could barely stay on his feet. “Yes, inside, Sirius. Come.”
They were inside the cottage, Remus was kicking the door shut behind them, he was pressing Sirius against the wall, hands in that beautiful black hair, both of them gasping for breath.
“You don’t know–” Sirius managed. “You don’t know my secrets, it doesn’t seem fair–”
“You don’t know mine either,” Remus returned fiercely. He stopped with his hands on both of Sirius’ shoulders, their chests pressed together, his cheek against Sirius’ cheek, trying to catch his breath. “No, I don’t know anything about you. I don’t even know your name. And I don’t care.”
“You know my name.”
“No, I don’t. Don’t know your family name. You could be anyone.”
“I’m Sirius,” Sirius breathed directly into Remus’ ear. “That’s all that matters.”
Remus shivered, white-hot heat shooting into every part of him from the place where Sirius’ lips brushed his skin. “Come to bed with me,” he begged.
Sirius nodded against his cheek.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand and pulled him towards the tiny bedroom at the back of the cottage. They stumbled through the doorway together, bumping into the frame. Sirius laughed when he saw the tiny, narrow bed, tucked under the sloping edge of the roof.
“It’ll do,” Remus said, far from offended.
“Yes. More than.”
Sirius had his hands at Remus’ waist, and then Remus found himself on the bed, Sirius kneeling above him with his head brushing against the angled ceiling. It was too dark to see his face.
Remus fumbled for his wand – he’d felt it fall out of harm’s way when Sirius tumbled him to the bed – and set it on the shelf beside the bed, murmuring, “Lumos.”
Sirius’ dark hair fell to either side of his face, framing his sharp cheekbones and his deep grey eyes, and his sweet, sexy, sardonic mouth.
“Merlin, you’re gorgeous,” Remus gasped, then felt himself flush. He hadn’t had many partners in his life so far, but even he knew you didn’t say that sort of thing out loud. Not to someone you barely knew.
But Sirius growled, “So are you,” and scraped his teeth along Remus’ neck in a way that left not a single other thought in Remus’ head.
Sirius. Every one of his nerves was singing Sirius Sirius Sirius.
“I’m going to undress you now,” Sirius said, deft fingers already slipping buttons from buttonholes down the length of Remus’ shirt.
And Remus simply said, “Yes.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Far too early, before even the faintest fingers of dawn had reached in through the room’s one low window, Remus woke to the rich, smoky sound of Sirius murmuring in his ear, “I’ve got to go.”
Remus shivered – that voice in his ear would always, always make him shiver – and pressed himself closer against Sirius in the narrow bed. “Nnuh,” he disagreed, fuzzy-headed and half asleep.
He felt Sirius’ lips curve into a smile against his cheek. “Uh-huh. Yes. I have to go.”
Sirius shifted, pushed himself up on his elbows so he was leaning over Remus, the tips of his hair tickling Remus’ cheeks. He leaned down for a kiss, so gently.
“I’ll come again tonight. If you want,” he said.
“I do. I want.”
“All right.” One last kiss, then Sirius was gone from the bed. Remus heard him moving in the dark, finding his clothes.
Remus started to struggle into a sitting position, but Sirius’ hands found him and eased him back down.
“Don’t get up. I can let myself out.”
With a kiss to Remus’ forehead, Sirius was gone. And Remus, though he didn’t mean to, fell back into a deep and satisfied sleep until morning.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
(continue to Chapter Six)
Summary:
On the cliff top where the fearsome Lord Black once stalked, an outcast man meets a big black dog, and things are not as they seem.
Or: The Remus/Sirius gothic romance AU.
CHAPTER FIVE
When he reached his cottage, Remus fell into bed and slept the last couple of hours until it was properly morning.
He stumbled through his duties all that day, barely able to concentrate, but if Molly noticed his distraction, she didn’t say anything. Perhaps she thought it was simply an aftereffect of the conversation they’d had the evening before.
He spent the whole day in an agony of anticipation and irrational fears.
What if Sirius didn’t come? What guarantee did Remus have, really?
Or – what if something happened? How would he know whether Sirius had changed his mind, or something had simply got in the way? He didn’t know how to find Sirius, where he lived, how he spent his days or the rest of his time when he wasn’t lingering about Remus’ cottage in the shadows. What if he disappeared out of Remus’ life again as suddenly as he’d come?
Remus realised he’d been staring at the same small patch of stone for…he didn’t know how long. He shook himself, and moved on.
Sirius would come. He had to.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dusk fell, and still Sirius wasn’t there. Remus paced inside the cottage, then decided to go outside instead. If he was going to be anxious and overeager, at least he could do it in a less confined space.
He opened the front door and Sirius was there. Standing in the dark under the stars.
“What are you standing around there for?” Remus laughed, his joy bubbling up into his words. Sirius had come.
Sirius glanced up at the starlit sky, then back at Remus. He hesitated. “There are some things you ought to know–” he started.
“I don’t care,” Remus said, wild with happiness. “I really, really don’t care. Come on.” He reached out and tugged Sirius towards him, closer to the door of the cottage.
Sirius gazed at him, still wavering. “Remus–”
“Sirius.” He tried to pour all his longing into the name. Sirius was finally, finally here. “Come inside. Please. I invite you to cross the threshold, you mad creature of the night.”
Sirius snorted, loosening up a little despite himself. “I don’t think you get to invite me anywhere, around this place. I go where I please.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Then come inside with me.” Remus could feel a daft smile that kept tugging at his lips. He was fighting against it, but he couldn’t say he was trying very hard. “Whatever great confessions you want to make, they can keep. Come inside, Sirius.”
For an unbearably long moment, Sirius hesitated still. Then, in only the time it took to blink, he had thrown himself at Remus and was kissing him, hot and hungry.
“Yes,” Remus gasped against Sirius’ lips. He’d always thought “weak in the knees” a cliché, but it wasn’t, it really wasn’t. He could barely stay on his feet. “Yes, inside, Sirius. Come.”
They were inside the cottage, Remus was kicking the door shut behind them, he was pressing Sirius against the wall, hands in that beautiful black hair, both of them gasping for breath.
“You don’t know–” Sirius managed. “You don’t know my secrets, it doesn’t seem fair–”
“You don’t know mine either,” Remus returned fiercely. He stopped with his hands on both of Sirius’ shoulders, their chests pressed together, his cheek against Sirius’ cheek, trying to catch his breath. “No, I don’t know anything about you. I don’t even know your name. And I don’t care.”
“You know my name.”
“No, I don’t. Don’t know your family name. You could be anyone.”
“I’m Sirius,” Sirius breathed directly into Remus’ ear. “That’s all that matters.”
Remus shivered, white-hot heat shooting into every part of him from the place where Sirius’ lips brushed his skin. “Come to bed with me,” he begged.
Sirius nodded against his cheek.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand and pulled him towards the tiny bedroom at the back of the cottage. They stumbled through the doorway together, bumping into the frame. Sirius laughed when he saw the tiny, narrow bed, tucked under the sloping edge of the roof.
“It’ll do,” Remus said, far from offended.
“Yes. More than.”
Sirius had his hands at Remus’ waist, and then Remus found himself on the bed, Sirius kneeling above him with his head brushing against the angled ceiling. It was too dark to see his face.
Remus fumbled for his wand – he’d felt it fall out of harm’s way when Sirius tumbled him to the bed – and set it on the shelf beside the bed, murmuring, “Lumos.”
Sirius’ dark hair fell to either side of his face, framing his sharp cheekbones and his deep grey eyes, and his sweet, sexy, sardonic mouth.
“Merlin, you’re gorgeous,” Remus gasped, then felt himself flush. He hadn’t had many partners in his life so far, but even he knew you didn’t say that sort of thing out loud. Not to someone you barely knew.
But Sirius growled, “So are you,” and scraped his teeth along Remus’ neck in a way that left not a single other thought in Remus’ head.
Sirius. Every one of his nerves was singing Sirius Sirius Sirius.
“I’m going to undress you now,” Sirius said, deft fingers already slipping buttons from buttonholes down the length of Remus’ shirt.
And Remus simply said, “Yes.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Far too early, before even the faintest fingers of dawn had reached in through the room’s one low window, Remus woke to the rich, smoky sound of Sirius murmuring in his ear, “I’ve got to go.”
Remus shivered – that voice in his ear would always, always make him shiver – and pressed himself closer against Sirius in the narrow bed. “Nnuh,” he disagreed, fuzzy-headed and half asleep.
He felt Sirius’ lips curve into a smile against his cheek. “Uh-huh. Yes. I have to go.”
Sirius shifted, pushed himself up on his elbows so he was leaning over Remus, the tips of his hair tickling Remus’ cheeks. He leaned down for a kiss, so gently.
“I’ll come again tonight. If you want,” he said.
“I do. I want.”
“All right.” One last kiss, then Sirius was gone from the bed. Remus heard him moving in the dark, finding his clothes.
Remus started to struggle into a sitting position, but Sirius’ hands found him and eased him back down.
“Don’t get up. I can let myself out.”
With a kiss to Remus’ forehead, Sirius was gone. And Remus, though he didn’t mean to, fell back into a deep and satisfied sleep until morning.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
(continue to Chapter Six)
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Date: 2014-08-09 04:17 am (UTC)I loved the moment of humor where Remus made his joke about "creatures of the night"; I guess that's one direction you're not taking this AU!
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Date: 2014-08-09 06:32 pm (UTC)Thank you! So glad you're enjoying this, and enjoying the serial nature of reading it.
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Date: 2014-09-08 02:00 pm (UTC)ETA:(I couldn't resist the icon, heh - Gary Oldman aka Sirius,and aka Dracula ;))
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Date: 2014-09-09 11:12 am (UTC)And yes, the Gary Oldman Sirius/Dracula parallel! Fantastic!