The One Where Remus Got Drunk

[theshabbiestofmen]

[It's been a good night. Home alone, some classical music on the radio, a large and dusty book, and a bottle of red wine to sip at while he reads. Sirius is out doing something-- Auror training, Remus thinks vaguely, but he's not entirely certain-- but the point is, Remus has some time to himself.

He didn't mean to get drunk, not really. It was just hard to resist a second glass of wine after he'd had his first, and then a third after his second-- and the wine tasted so delicious, and he'd been so thirsty-- and then he's peering at the bottom of the bottle with a chuckle, because what even happened to it all!

Ah, but that's a question for another time-- because there's someone at the front door, and Remus knows precisely who it is. And he's so happy his boyfriend is home, happy enough that he stumbles to his feet to go and let him in.]

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Mmhm.

[His head is still throbbing, a pinpoint of pain behind his left eye, but Remus still lets his lips linger around Sirius' fingers for a few seconds.]

You're a good boyfriend.

[doggedly]

[His eyebrows lift a little, and a smile curls onto his mouth, even at that brief contact--]

Yeah, well. You're not half bad yourself. Especially with little things like that-- Jesus, when did you get so sexy?

[theshabbiestofmen]

I always was, Black. Just because you were too busy shagging girls to see it isn't my fault.

[He nips at his fingers once, with a small smile, before he starts happily on the tea.]

[doggedly]

[He snorts--his fingers are tingling, vaguely, but that doesn't mean he's not going to answer Remus that--]

Ah, now, that's a lie. I know that much. Because I remember third-year Lupin, and he wasn't sexy, and I was snogging girls in third year at least. You underwent a transformation. Don't act as if you didn't.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Are you saying I somehow hit puberty during fourth year, is that what you're implying? Because it didn't occur til fifth year, I'm afraid; I can remember every time my voice cracked when I spoke to you--

[doggedly]

[He laughs again at that, reaching over to shove gently at Remus' shoulder, in something of an endearing punch.]

Oh my God, you do not. Don't exaggerate. Anyway, it didn't even happen all that often, I only remember maybe once, where it got all cracky, it was sort of adorable even then-- and anyway, I'm not talking about puberty, you weirdie, I'm talking about when you got sexy! Far more difficult to pin down.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Try. What happened? You suddenly started noticing my arse when I wore jeans?

[He smirks as he sips at his tea. He's nearly drained it by now, which is a bit uncharacteristic-- you're supposed to savor it and all-- but then again, he's rather dying for hydration.]

[doggedly]

Yeah, that was it, you were climbing the stairs in front of me, up to the astronomy tower, and then I looked up and your arse was there--

[He laughs, grabbing for Remus' water glass and holding it out to him.]

Oh, I dunno-- just little things you did, honestly. At first.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Like what? Tell me, come on--

[He takes the water, drinking gratefully. His headache is beginning to recede, at least, so that's something to be grateful for.]