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wildestrangerThese are kind of crap. I blame the heat for turning my brain into mush. All characters are over 18 here.
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kabeyk, who isn't feeling very well.
Being Cool Remus/Sirius/james
James has always known Remus is cool. Because he is a werewolf (this, in James’s second year, was the epitome of coolness), because he is clever (most appreciated in fifth year and the night before OWLs), and because he is an astonishingly innovative prankster. But coolness takes many forms, and this is one James had never expected to face.
When he opens the broom cupboard to find Remus and Sirius twisting against each other, shirts torn open and trousers in their ankles, making surprisingly familiar noises, James is astounded by Remus’ coolness. He has seen Sirius in such a state before (once with a sixth year Gryffindor girl, but usually by himself when he forgets to close the bathroom door), but Remus is a new sight. Skin glistening with sweat (James struggles not to follow the trail on Remus’ freckled stomach), mouth dark with kisses and whispering incredibly filthy instructions into Sirius’ ear. And then they both turn to look at him.
James swallows. And swallows again when Remus speaks.
“Hey there, Prongs.”
Sirius smirks at James’ open-mouthed stare, but Remus flicks his fingers and Sirius becomes serious again. Or biting his lip and trying not to scream.
“Give us a hand?”
James looks at Remus’ outstretched hands, and thinks about what it has just been doing to Sirius. What it could do to him.
Right, then.
As he steps forward and closes the cupboard door behind him, James doesn’t even mind the thought that he will never be as cool as Remus.
And forminnow_53. Just cause she is so nice.
Love is Remus/Sirius
“Love is…bringing your boyfriend ice-cream on a hot day.”
“My, aren’t you sappy, Msr. Padfoot.”
“You’re just jealous cause you didn’t think of it first.”
“I would never say anything so ridiculous.”
“No, because you’re Moony, and therefore grumpy and dignified.”
“And?”
“And that’s why you have me, to bring you ice-cream and say sappy things so you can continue to be dignified and deluded.”
“Is that a challenge, Msr Padfoot?”
“It might well be, Msr. Moony.”
“Well, in that case…love is dropping ice-cream all over your boyfriend’s chest. And then licking it off.”
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kabeyk, who isn't feeling very well.Being Cool Remus/Sirius/james
James has always known Remus is cool. Because he is a werewolf (this, in James’s second year, was the epitome of coolness), because he is clever (most appreciated in fifth year and the night before OWLs), and because he is an astonishingly innovative prankster. But coolness takes many forms, and this is one James had never expected to face.
When he opens the broom cupboard to find Remus and Sirius twisting against each other, shirts torn open and trousers in their ankles, making surprisingly familiar noises, James is astounded by Remus’ coolness. He has seen Sirius in such a state before (once with a sixth year Gryffindor girl, but usually by himself when he forgets to close the bathroom door), but Remus is a new sight. Skin glistening with sweat (James struggles not to follow the trail on Remus’ freckled stomach), mouth dark with kisses and whispering incredibly filthy instructions into Sirius’ ear. And then they both turn to look at him.
James swallows. And swallows again when Remus speaks.
“Hey there, Prongs.”
Sirius smirks at James’ open-mouthed stare, but Remus flicks his fingers and Sirius becomes serious again. Or biting his lip and trying not to scream.
“Give us a hand?”
James looks at Remus’ outstretched hands, and thinks about what it has just been doing to Sirius. What it could do to him.
Right, then.
As he steps forward and closes the cupboard door behind him, James doesn’t even mind the thought that he will never be as cool as Remus.
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minnow_53. Just cause she is so nice.Love is Remus/Sirius
“Love is…bringing your boyfriend ice-cream on a hot day.”
“My, aren’t you sappy, Msr. Padfoot.”
“You’re just jealous cause you didn’t think of it first.”
“I would never say anything so ridiculous.”
“No, because you’re Moony, and therefore grumpy and dignified.”
“And?”
“And that’s why you have me, to bring you ice-cream and say sappy things so you can continue to be dignified and deluded.”
“Is that a challenge, Msr Padfoot?”
“It might well be, Msr. Moony.”
“Well, in that case…love is dropping ice-cream all over your boyfriend’s chest. And then licking it off.”
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Date: 2005-06-18 12:24 pm (UTC)Paddling pools? *giggles*