![]() ![]() He ignores the fact that he himself is far from happy with the all-too-frequent absence of Moony, and refuses to think about what it might mean. Not the usual Prefect Moonyish, rule-abiding sod-off-you-bastards-I'm-too-busy-to-nit pick-another-prank avoidance, but the pointed kind, the kind with secrets and maybe grudges and- Sirius winces just to think of it- feelings. He barely notices when, lost in Moony, his body blurs and reshapes into awkward gangly boydom, but by the time he's realized that his (mortifyingly human) tongue has made its way into Moony's mouth, Moony's tongue has already returned the favor, and when Sirius pulls back, amazed, Moony laughs breathlessly and says wickedly, "I was wondering when you'd get around to that." Moony's chair crashes to the ground as he tumbles over with a yelp, and a huff of warm Moony-breath clouds Padfoot's nose as he sits joyfully atop Remus' ribcage and licks to his heart's content, basking in the Moony-scent, Moony-taste, Moony-laughter, Moony-warmth. His tail and hindquarters rise, his forepaws slap the ground let's play! let's play!, and. ![]() Drools, just a little bit, because it's Moony and Moony always smells so good. The little honey tendril that curls just behind his earlobe looks so tempting, and he is so blissfully unaware of anything going on beyond the worn, dusty pages, and that freckle looks so edible. Sometimes, he thinks, it might go like this: Summary: For remus_reads challenge #40, Remus' thoughts on James & Lily's wedding day (though really, POV shifts between S/R and it's not all on J/L's wedding day =P). ![]()
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