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Sirius knew what they were doing. The second they spotted the skirt they knew they had to have it. It was short. It was leather. And it was red. All of Sirius’ favorite things.
They hadn’t worn a skirt in such a long time. The last time had been in Hogwarts, their final year, when they raged a protest on the uniforms. A protest that no one cared about. McGonagall hadn’t even mentioned anything about them wearing a skirt. Just that it was too short and they had to let it down a bit. Sirius had been a bit put off that she didn’t make a fuss.
But that had been almost three years ago.
Since Sirius started dating Remus, they had toned down the feminine looks. Remus was decidedly gay and very interested in Sirius. He had seen them in a skirt. He had seen them with make up and their hair done in pretty braids. But Sirius couldn’t find the courage to dress entirely feminine. Just in case.
But tonight was special. Tonight was their anniversary. A year ago today Remus had kissed them for the first time and changed everything. Sirius loved him with their entire being and they needed to be able to be themself with him.
Neither of them wanted anything too romantic to mark the occasion. It wasn’t their style. So they were going clubbing with all of their friends. Something Sirius was using to their advantage. James would protect them. And Reggie would rip anyone to shreds for offending his sibling. So tonight they would wear the skirt.
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Sirius was hesitating in the bedroom door. Lily was applying lipstick in the mirror of her vanity, one eye on Sirius. She knew they were nervous and had gone as far as to paint little stars on the corner of their eyes.
She too had a skirt on, not all that different from Sirius’ but she wasn’t nervous to be seen it. Mary had already told Lily that if she didn’t end the night with those mile long legs wrapped around her then it would’ve been the end of the world.
Sirius wanted Remus to think just like Mary. They wanted Remus to desire them so heavily he had to declare it to the room. They reached up the red ribbon Lily had secured their hair with and sighed again. She said it matched the skirt perfectly and so they listened. Lily was always right.
“Come on. He’ll be barmy not to love it.” Lily left no room for hesitation and dragged Sirius up the hallway with her to where everyone was waiting for them both.
Sirius caught James’s smile first, his silent offer of support. James was the first person Sirius looked for when they entered a room. There was no love like that of Sirius’ love for James Potter. They were two halves of a whole and nothing would ever come between them. So the silent support was a given but also a promise. James had Sirius’ back.
Sirius searched around until they found Remus who was locked in conversation with Marlene. He looked up as if he felt eyes on him and paused with his drink half way to his mouth. Sirius took in the shocked expression Remus wore as his eyes drifted up and down the length of Sirius’ body.
He didn’t say anything as he walked towards Sirius, abandoning his conversation with Marlene without warning. Sirius fiddled with their ribbon again. Remus paused just short of them and Sirius inhaled deeply before pasting on his usual smirk.
“I’m hot as fuck, right?” They asked, projecting their confidence as best as they could muster. They weren’t prepared for the softening of Remus’ eyes.
“Not what I was going to say.” Remus muttered quietly, hand reaching out to tug gently Sirius’ ribbon. They could feel their heart stop. Remus didn’t like it. “You’re so lovely, Sirius.”
“Lovely?” Sirius was blushing. They knew it without even needing a mirror. They could feel the heat of a thousand suns burning their cheeks. They didn’t pay it any mind, too entirely focused on Remus.
“So lovely.” Remus repeated, tugging on the ribbon. “Hot as fuck too, don’t get me wrong. I don’t know if I want to get you out of that skirt or fuck you with it on.”
Lovely. Remus thought he was lovely.