Remus J. Lupin (passthegoethe) wrote,
@ 2008-08-07 18:45:00

Remus was lazing on his bed. He hated the summer holidays. He absolutely hated them. His parents kept him cooped up inside and his only way of communicating with James or Sirius was through letters. Which they were both awful at writing. They were either incredibly short or ostentatiously long and made no coherent sense. Even Remus had trouble understanding his two best friends sometimes. Sirius' last letter had mentioned something about a motorcycle and kidnapping Moony, but he really thought Sirius was drunk when he wrote it.

So, Remus had replied and had nothing else to do but laze on his bed and wait for the reply.

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passthegoethe
2008-08-08 11:10 pm UTC (link)

"Remus," he crooned into his ear. Sirius let his hands gently move from his waist to his lower stomach, lingering there with a feathery touch. "I won't let anything happen to you. I'm sure your parents are mad enough at me as it is. We might as well just stretch it a little bit more." He rested his head on Remus's shoulder, his head turned towards Remus's. "The tiniest bit more," he whispered. "And I promise, I won't let anything happen to you."

Oh Merlin. MAYDAY. MAYDAY, Sirius Black's hands were touching his stomach and Remus thought he was going to die. His eyes closed again, and he took a deep breath. This too, he'd blame on fear. "N-no. No. I can't." He struggled against Sirius' hands, bringing his own down to tug Sirius' off his waist.
"No, Sirius," he repeated. "I'm sorry. I can't. It's not- I can't." God, Sirius had vice grips for hands.

He kept his hands right where they were and stared at Remus with a more serious expression. "Why not?" he asked. "Why don't you want to?" Sirius was thoroughly confused. Even if he was using somewhat unfair tactics.
"It's not what?" he asked, his warm breath coming out evenly against Remus's cheek.

The more Sirius held onto him, the more Remus struggled. He was not enjoying this. Except maybe he was just a tiny bit but mostly he was not enjoying this. His fingers curled around Sirius' and he tugged as hard as he could. That was no fair. Sirius couldn't just do things like that and speak into his ear and have his breath against his cheek. It was entirely unfair.
"It's not-" Remus paused again. "I just can't, Sirius. Please. Just. I can't."

He looked absolutely frustrated at how the situation had turned out. Sirius wanted nothing more than to take Remus and fly them off into the horizon to see a brilliant sunrise and have everything be happily ever after, but no.
He removed his hands and crossed his arms, leaning against the shed. "Okay," he whispered. "That's fine, then. If that's what you'd rather."

Oh he could breathe again, once Sirius let go.He moved away, as far away as he could and crossed his arms around himself. "Don't be like that Sirius," he said, not quite looking at him. "I can't- I don't like it. As much as I like you, I cannot ride a flying motorcycle. You can't possibly be made at me for that."

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