Happy fic-o-ween! I’m a couple days late, please forgive me. Here’s a little something inspired by @lumosinlove for @noots-fic-fests using the prompt “your hands are cold” from Day 9.
For the best reading experience, I recommend listening to “Kiss Me” by Sixpence None The Richer.
Major Vaincre Spoilers ahead!
“It’s time for another break of the action, brought to you by Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream…”
After a long summer, it was nice to be back out on the ice, and based on the excitement from the crowd tonight, the fans were glad to be back, too. Music had started playing, showing fans on the Jumbotron to get the crowd going.
Remus skated over to the bench where Sirius, gloves off, was drawing out a play on his hands for James. As he reached them, James nodded and turned to where Finn leaned over the bench, chatting with Leo, on reserve tonight.
“Kiss me out on the bearded barley…” the music had changed, but Remus wasn’t paying much attention to it, more interested in Sirius’ hands, a little red from the cold, the tattoo on his ring finger standing out against the flush as he grabbed a Gatorade bottle to drink from.
“…you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress…”
Remus turned to grab a sip of his own bottle. They had a game to focus on.
Remus couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at Sirius’ words, then looked back to find a similar grin on his husband’s face. “Really?”
“I was just telling James that if we get a power play, I want you on it.”
Almost as if I’m response to Sirius’ words, the crowd erupted in cheers. Remus looked up in search of the cause and saw himself live, standing next to Sirius—
He watched on the screen as Sirius reached for his jersey and pulled him in. He looked away from the Jumbotron and into his favorite pair of eyes, just in time to feel the press of his favorite lips on his.
They usually tried to keep PDA on the ice down to a minimum (with exceptions of cup wins and particularly important goals), but it was the start of the season, and they were married, and they were happy, and they were home. They had the support of the fans, cheering for them, happy for them, and Remus was going to enjoy this moment.
“…Kiss me beneath the milky twilight. Lead me…”
Sirius’ kept one hand gripped in his jersey, but the other had wandered up toward his neck, and Remus pulled away slightly with a sharp inhale. Sirius looked at him questioningly.
That got him a pout and a second hand on his neck. “Won’t you warm them for me?”
The music ended and the refs were skating out, signaling it was time for a resume in play.
Remus brought his hands up to take Sirius’ into his own, and held them for a few seconds before bringing them to his mouth to kiss the ink that’s been driving him crazy for weeks now. Then he let go.
“I’ll warm your hands later, right now we have a game to play.”
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