Just what was he trying to accomplish? He wasn't even sure, himself. He knew he wanted to touch the other man. To peel all those clothes off and lick him from head to toe. To push him to the ground and fuck him, be fucked by him.
But he also wanted to know him. To talk with him. To understand him, to share time, to sit in a room with him and read as he putters about making his potions. To help him chop up disgusting things and listen to Snape berate him for not doing it just right.
He wanted more than just sex. He wanted friendship. Something more than fiendship.
It was the same thing he wanted from Kirill, come to think.
And isn't that just a lovely situation to be in?
But, he knew he could work it out. It wasn't as if he loved either of them. It wasn't as if he were in love. At all.
Keep telling yourself that.
Idiot.
Remus looked at Snape as he thought about these things, only finally realising he'd been staring at the other man once long minutes had passed.
"I'm not sure what I'm trying to accomplish. I have an idea...But it's not something I feel I should contemplate too deeply until and unless I know that there is cause to do so." He narrowed his eyes a little. "Is there? Cause for me to do so?"
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Date: 2005-05-10 07:35 pm (UTC)Just what was he trying to accomplish? He wasn't even sure, himself. He knew he wanted to touch the other man. To peel all those clothes off and lick him from head to toe. To push him to the ground and fuck him, be fucked by him.
But he also wanted to know him. To talk with him. To understand him, to share time, to sit in a room with him and read as he putters about making his potions. To help him chop up disgusting things and listen to Snape berate him for not doing it just right.
He wanted more than just sex. He wanted friendship. Something more than fiendship.
It was the same thing he wanted from Kirill, come to think.
And isn't that just a lovely situation to be in?
But, he knew he could work it out. It wasn't as if he loved either of them. It wasn't as if he were in love. At all.
Keep telling yourself that.
Idiot.
Remus looked at Snape as he thought about these things, only finally realising he'd been staring at the other man once long minutes had passed.
"I'm not sure what I'm trying to accomplish. I have an idea...But it's not something I feel I should contemplate too deeply until and unless I know that there is cause to do so." He narrowed his eyes a little. "Is there? Cause for me to do so?"