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lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-07-14 04:58 pm
lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-07-14 04:58 pm
Entry tags:
Foreign to Familiar
Title: Foreign to Familiar
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 455
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Teenyfic for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
ishonn at magda2em's request, "Two-part prompt: 1. tea-making 2. Remus's waiting for Sirius to come home after work.
No angst, any rating. I'd like something that you end up reading with a smile on your face, but not too fluffy."
Major thanks togingertart50 for coming to my rescue with a lot of detail about tea and how to prepare it!
The tea leaves have the musty, confined scent of bottled Chinese sunlight, a foreign fragrance that tickles Remus's nose. The breath of strange air, the green of exotic hills, the dark and quiet smell of dried leaves waiting to unfurl in hot water – he scoops out three teaspoons and closes the silver tea caddy.
The ancient Grimmauld teapot is warmed and waiting, all curses and rust banished. Sirius had rubbed away the family crest, only faint lines and the cursive scrawl of the family motto remaining. The lines heat under Remus's palm as he fills the pot with hot water and leaves the tea to steep.
Footsteps on the street outside, the sound of laughter and children coming through the window – it isn't yet time for Sirius to return. The clock in the kitchen ticks as Remus paces, his steps in time with the faint clicks. Waiting wears on his nerves, the sunlight splashing his face until he's half-blinded by the light.
He takes down the biscuits from the highest shelf, the chocolate ones that Sirius loves, setting them out on a plate and licking the crumbs from his fingers. He had learned to love the taste of these when Sirius shared them at school, he had loved to chase the last taste of them from Sirius's lips.
The tea steeped, he pours it out into two teacups just as he hears Sirius pounding up the stairs and through the door. Into amber liquid clouded with milk, the sugar dissolves in grainy swirls.
Chocolate in the sunlight filtered through the library windows, stolen embraces and shared essays, forbidden treats and forbidden kisses hidden amongst the rows of books – and now they are here, chocolate out in the open and the quick, rough embrace from Sirius is enough to make Remus's breath catch in his throat.
With a crooked smile, Sirius sits on the table, drinking half his tea in one gulp and pulling Remus closer with his legs. "Fabulous, Moony," he says. "I've missed these."
He eats the biscuits from Remus's fingers, his tongue darting out to catch the last of the chocolate.
"Missed you," Remus says, leaning in for a kiss, their tongues sliding together as Remus welcomes him home. Without breath, without heartbeat, without home or hope – Sirius is his, wrenched back from Azkaban and the Veil. Everything restored, he tastes like chocolate and tea.
Everything is restored. The taste of chocolate, the feeling of Sirius in his arms – foreign to familiar, none of this is forbidden or hidden anymore, with sunlight warm on their faces in the open kitchen.
Remus tangles his fingers in Sirius's hair, holding him close. Fresh air and fresh grass, familiar hills and sunlight, Sirius smells like home.
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 455
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Teenyfic for
ishonn at magda2em's request, "Two-part prompt: 1. tea-making 2. Remus's waiting for Sirius to come home after work.No angst, any rating. I'd like something that you end up reading with a smile on your face, but not too fluffy."
Major thanks to
gingertart50 for coming to my rescue with a lot of detail about tea and how to prepare it! The tea leaves have the musty, confined scent of bottled Chinese sunlight, a foreign fragrance that tickles Remus's nose. The breath of strange air, the green of exotic hills, the dark and quiet smell of dried leaves waiting to unfurl in hot water – he scoops out three teaspoons and closes the silver tea caddy.
The ancient Grimmauld teapot is warmed and waiting, all curses and rust banished. Sirius had rubbed away the family crest, only faint lines and the cursive scrawl of the family motto remaining. The lines heat under Remus's palm as he fills the pot with hot water and leaves the tea to steep.
Footsteps on the street outside, the sound of laughter and children coming through the window – it isn't yet time for Sirius to return. The clock in the kitchen ticks as Remus paces, his steps in time with the faint clicks. Waiting wears on his nerves, the sunlight splashing his face until he's half-blinded by the light.
He takes down the biscuits from the highest shelf, the chocolate ones that Sirius loves, setting them out on a plate and licking the crumbs from his fingers. He had learned to love the taste of these when Sirius shared them at school, he had loved to chase the last taste of them from Sirius's lips.
The tea steeped, he pours it out into two teacups just as he hears Sirius pounding up the stairs and through the door. Into amber liquid clouded with milk, the sugar dissolves in grainy swirls.
Chocolate in the sunlight filtered through the library windows, stolen embraces and shared essays, forbidden treats and forbidden kisses hidden amongst the rows of books – and now they are here, chocolate out in the open and the quick, rough embrace from Sirius is enough to make Remus's breath catch in his throat.
With a crooked smile, Sirius sits on the table, drinking half his tea in one gulp and pulling Remus closer with his legs. "Fabulous, Moony," he says. "I've missed these."
He eats the biscuits from Remus's fingers, his tongue darting out to catch the last of the chocolate.
"Missed you," Remus says, leaning in for a kiss, their tongues sliding together as Remus welcomes him home. Without breath, without heartbeat, without home or hope – Sirius is his, wrenched back from Azkaban and the Veil. Everything restored, he tastes like chocolate and tea.
Everything is restored. The taste of chocolate, the feeling of Sirius in his arms – foreign to familiar, none of this is forbidden or hidden anymore, with sunlight warm on their faces in the open kitchen.
Remus tangles his fingers in Sirius's hair, holding him close. Fresh air and fresh grass, familiar hills and sunlight, Sirius smells like home.