Title: No Know Beans
Paring: Sirius/Remus
Summary: Remus on Sirius's reputation.
Prompt: Firsts.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, J.K.'s bebe.
AN: Remus's POV. No know beans is rhyming slang for 'the first thing,' if that helps explains something.
No Know Beans
I'm not some bloody oblivious, silly little poof, though some choice members of other Houses would strongly beg to differ. I'm neither blind nor deaf, I know about my best friend's reputation. I am quite aware of just exactly what people think about Sirius Black and his lewd actions and all his conquests, how he seems to move from one pretty girl to the next in a matter of weeks. Each and every one of them all proclaim loudly to their girlfriends about how skilled he is in the carnal sense of the word. All delicate blushes and secret smiles, they flirt with him at any opportune moment of the day. And, like any teenage boy would, he revels in the attention, simply eating it up. Always grinning extra wider and turning up the charm, he manages to lure in another one.
He knows it too, and he loves it.
They all take one look at Sirius and instantly know thathe is some Glam Rock Casanova who could probably bag any witch in Hogwarts if he wanted to with a simple crook of his finger.
Well, I'll conceded that part to be one hundred percent true.
He could.
That is, only if he really wanted to.
Those girls, however, they all lie through their teeth, carefully filtering out the rejection and tears so that no one will know they weren't worthy enough for Sirius Black to actually shag. I doubt that any of them have even seen Sirius sans his school uniform. No one knows the truth about him. No girl would admit to it and especially not to another girl he dated, all thinking they're an isolated case, just some Lagoon Creature. So the façade is perfect, airtight and practically foolproof.
But I could tell with one look.
Starring up at him, lips flush and swollen from hard, desperate kisses, my knees dug further into the loam of the empty tunnel leading to the Shrieking Shack. I pressed the sweaty palm of my hand against his clothed hipbone, fingers curling around loosely to steady him. He was practically trembling beneath my fingertips and I had yet to actually touch him. Laughing nervously in a breathy gasp, he wrapped tapered fingers into the matted hair at the nape of my neck, pretending like he knew exactly what to expect from the situation. I moved my thumb a fraction of an inch inwards and he sucked in a deep breath, eyes flitting shut. When he opened them again, glancing down at me with a dark flush of embarrassment, I saw it. There was an unmistakable undercurrent of fear darkening his deep eyes further than raw lust ever could.
I won't be his only, maybe his last, we'll see in time, but I was definitely the one to teach him.
AN: Uhhh, hmmm?