"Pillow Talk", Harry Potter (Marauders), PG, Sirius/Remus.

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Title: Pillow Talk
Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauder-era/First War)
Rating: PG for sensuality.
Length: About 260 words.
Characters/Pairings: Sirius/Remus.

Summary: The conversation on the first morning-after.

Notes: For dogdaysofsummer, prompt 7. Click here for the original post and here for the post in chomalfoyfics, and here for the post on AO3.


Pillow Talk
Remus cracked an eye. Sirius watched him. He grinned and ran a hand through his mussed hair as Remus blinked hard.

"Morning," Sirius said.

Yawning, Remus stretched his arms. "Already?"

Sirius slung an arm around Remus's waist. "I suppose that's what happens when you shag until the wee hours."

Remus was neither too dignified nor too experienced for a blush. Sirius drew a finger across the red of his cheek, and Remus leaned into his touch.

"Is this the part where I ask what happens now?" Remus said. "Or would that ruin the moment?"

Sirius groaned. "Can I not be responsible for five minutes?"

"You're never responsible."

"I know. I'm not going to start now, either."

Remus favored him with a smile of his own and laid a light kiss on his neck. "So what does one talk about, if not responsibilities?"

"You think I know?"

"What about your girlfriends?"

Sirius scratched his head. "We did...other things."

"You mean that you never stuck around."

"Now, now, Moony," Sirius said, adopting his mock-serious face. "I didn't get that far with my first two girlfriends."

Remus nodded solemnly. "Of course. Because you couldn't talk to them when you weren't snogging."

Sirius opened his mouth with a nod, as if to agree, but he froze. "Uh..."

"It might have worked," Remus said, "if I hadn't been there."

Sirius flipped the comforter over Remus's head. Remus poked Sirius's stomach. They wrestled – and wrestled – and never finished the conversation.