Author's Note: General sweetness. If it sounds familiar to you, don't
panic, and don't adjust your computer monitor!! You are seeing Meatloaf
lyrics in there. It's not really my fault. I grew up on the stuff, and
hearing it again recently spawned this bit of cuteness.
Disclaimer: I'm making no money off the lyrics or the characters, neither of which are mine. I only borrowed them for a little while, and they went back where they were supposed to. Please don't sue me.
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On a Hot Summer Night
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Summer holidays truly are the worst time of the year. I've long advocated that they be abolished completely, but no one will agree with me.
Seriously, though. It's not fun. At least while I have classes I have my friends. During the holiday I have no one. My parents, well meaning as they may be, lock me up for the whole time, because they're afraid I'll contaminate someone. They don't know that it makes the wolf in me even crazier, as crazy as I am lonely. And I can't tell them, because then I'd have to tell them about Sirius, and about James and Peter, and what they all did to keep me from being alone at the full moon. They'd never understand, and they'd pull me out of Hogwarts faster than I could say "overreaction."
So, in the end, we all have to go home tomorrow. I don't want to, but that's the way it works. We don't always get what we want. I'm going to miss them all like crazy. I already can't wait for next term. But it's ok. I have a plan, a little something for a memory. Something that might make the long, lonely summer holidays a bit more bearable.
It's time. I grab my "prop" and tiptoe over to Sirius' bed, sliding soundlessly between the heavy curtains. He looks up at me surprised as I slide across the bed to straddle his hips. I lean over him. "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?" I whisper in his ear, tracing my two roses down his cheek and placing them on his bare chest.
He smiles up at me. "Will he offer me his mouth?" he asks.
"Yes." I murmur, creating a path of small kisses from his ear and down his neck.
I feel the skin on his neck move as his smile widens. "Will he offer me his teeth?
"Yes."
"Will he offer me his jaws?"
"Yes." I pause in my attention to his neck to grin at him. "He promises you that."
"Will he offer me his hunger?"
"Yes." I continue kissing him.
"Again, will he offer me his hunger?"
I look up at him again and smile. "Yes. Oh, yes he will."
"And will he starve without me?"
"Yes."
"And does he love me?"
I swallow a lump in my throat. "Yes. Oh, God, yes."
He pulls my face up from his neck to look me in the eye as he says: "Yes."
I smile again, leaning over to whisper again in his ear. "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"
"Yes," he whispers.
I grin. "I bet you say that to all the boys."
He flips me over so quickly that the two roses fall onto my chest and not the bed. "Only you, Moony. Only you."
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Finis
I do hope you liked it. Much better than Scars, eh?
Disclaimer: I'm making no money off the lyrics or the characters, neither of which are mine. I only borrowed them for a little while, and they went back where they were supposed to. Please don't sue me.
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On a Hot Summer Night
********************
Summer holidays truly are the worst time of the year. I've long advocated that they be abolished completely, but no one will agree with me.
Seriously, though. It's not fun. At least while I have classes I have my friends. During the holiday I have no one. My parents, well meaning as they may be, lock me up for the whole time, because they're afraid I'll contaminate someone. They don't know that it makes the wolf in me even crazier, as crazy as I am lonely. And I can't tell them, because then I'd have to tell them about Sirius, and about James and Peter, and what they all did to keep me from being alone at the full moon. They'd never understand, and they'd pull me out of Hogwarts faster than I could say "overreaction."
So, in the end, we all have to go home tomorrow. I don't want to, but that's the way it works. We don't always get what we want. I'm going to miss them all like crazy. I already can't wait for next term. But it's ok. I have a plan, a little something for a memory. Something that might make the long, lonely summer holidays a bit more bearable.
It's time. I grab my "prop" and tiptoe over to Sirius' bed, sliding soundlessly between the heavy curtains. He looks up at me surprised as I slide across the bed to straddle his hips. I lean over him. "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?" I whisper in his ear, tracing my two roses down his cheek and placing them on his bare chest.
He smiles up at me. "Will he offer me his mouth?" he asks.
"Yes." I murmur, creating a path of small kisses from his ear and down his neck.
I feel the skin on his neck move as his smile widens. "Will he offer me his teeth?
"Yes."
"Will he offer me his jaws?"
"Yes." I pause in my attention to his neck to grin at him. "He promises you that."
"Will he offer me his hunger?"
"Yes." I continue kissing him.
"Again, will he offer me his hunger?"
I look up at him again and smile. "Yes. Oh, yes he will."
"And will he starve without me?"
"Yes."
"And does he love me?"
I swallow a lump in my throat. "Yes. Oh, God, yes."
He pulls my face up from his neck to look me in the eye as he says: "Yes."
I smile again, leaning over to whisper again in his ear. "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"
"Yes," he whispers.
I grin. "I bet you say that to all the boys."
He flips me over so quickly that the two roses fall onto my chest and not the bed. "Only you, Moony. Only you."
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Finis
I do hope you liked it. Much better than Scars, eh?