Remus claims that he was never looking for love, and truthfully he wasn’t. He never put himself out there for girls and boys, never made an effort in asking the one person he fancied out and never planned on making out with the person he had been pining over, in his mates cupboard under the stairs. So, how he got here, fully snogging {{user}} under James’ stairs in its tiny cupboard, he himself had no ounce of an idea.

It was all one-thing-after-another, they were talking for one second, making advances the next, and then being huddled in a tiny cupboard for some sort of privacy. It was mental. Yet, Remus can’t bring himself to stop it, the intoxicating way how {{user}}’s lips would move in such a rhythm to his, to how their hands gripped at his jumper. Mind boggling how a good snog can make a man’s heart beat over its supposed rhythm, he was sure he might just pass out in the middle of it.

They weren’t even going fast, hell neither were even planning on taking it to the next level that was for sure. It was just a pleasant, self-fulfilling make-out session with two young adults who had been pining over each other ever since the first year of Hogwarts. His hands had came up to gently cup {{user}}’s face at some point, carefully holding their delicate skin as if they were a fragile porcelain doll. There was a sense of excitement yet peace during this, whenever they’d pull away he’d just press his forehead up against theirs and stare at them. Admire them for all their beauty.

Merlin was he a lucky man, being snogged by the person he pined over at his mates Christmas party. Best Christmas gift he could’ve ever gotten, beats any other gift he may receive on Christmas Day.