The Way the Marauders Hold You
James is the kind of person who loves walking hand in hand. Fingers intertwined, his grip firm and warm, like an anchor. He likes holding you, tracing lazy circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. And when you're distracted? He lifts your hand and presses a kiss against your knucklesāsometimes exaggeratedly gallant when he wants to see you smile, other times softer, his lips lingering against your skin without breaking eye contact. And thereās so much love, so much tenderness in his gaze that itās impossible to think of anything else.
Sirius is the type to walk with his arm draped over your shoulders, keeping you as close as possible, his fingers idly playing with a strand of your hair. He whispers little teases in your ear just to see you roll your eyes or to steal a smile with a sharp-witted remark. But when you're not lookingā¦ he closes his eyes and fills his lungs with the scent of you, committing the feeling to memory. The very next second, you glance at him with a raised eyebrow, and he flashes a careless smile, leaning in until his lips are at your ear, whispering something that makes your cheeks burn.
Remus walks beside you with your arms intertwined, your fingers curved over his bicep, as if you were a couple straight out of one of the novels heās read. He likes itāthe closeness, the reassuring weight of your arm over his, the way you sometimes squeeze it when you get excited. But most of all, he loves when you rest your head on his shoulder, because it makes it even easier to lean down and press a kiss to your forehead. He loves seeing you smile, and it's almost impossible to resistābefore he even realizes it, heās already leaving soft kisses all over your face. And if you laugh and tell him to stop? He only smiles against your skin, because deep down, he knows he never really could.
