Wolfstar Drabble because I can't seem to do anything but shitty drabbles right now. Whatever.
For Amber's Slashtastic Drabble thingy on HPFC with the prompt: thunderstorm
Sirius reaches out and touches her inkstained fingers. They are cold. Lifeless. The opposite of Marlene.
She is laid out on a bed of clean linens and surrounded by fresh flowers, pristine and presentable and he knows that this is not how she would have wanted it. But planning one's own funeral was never something any of them had discussed. This was not part of the plan. This is not what they'd signed up for.
Or was it?
Sirius' other hand is clutching at Remus' sleeve, perhaps to steady himself or perhaps to make sure that Remus is still there. He looks up and meets Lily's watery smile as she bounces baby Harry in her arms. It's the first time he's seen her and James in weeks and she looks pale and thin and unhappy in a way that has nothing to do with a funeral. House arrest doesn't suit her.
Not many words are said and soon Sirius is pulling Remus by the arm out the door, disregarding the fact that it's pouring, that it's cold, that Apparating would be so much easier. He runs into the rain like a madman, and an exasperated Remus only follows.
"Sirius, we'll get soaked through. Let's just go home, all right?" Remus is released from his grip and falls behind. "Oi! Where the bloody hell are you going?"
Sirius walks a few more paces before turning on his heel and throwing up his hands.
"What are we doing, Remus?"
A flash of lightning. A roll of thunder. And there they are in the middle of it all, in the middle of a storm they can't fight off, and Sirius… Sirius is tired. Sirius doesn't know how to weather something this big.
Remus nods, always so understanding and goes to cradle his face in his hands, kisses him hard before gripping his hand with purpose to Apparate them home. Safely inside while the storm rages on, Remus kisses him again and doesn't stop, doesn't hesitate to pull at Sirius' wet clothes, and this, tonight is not about getting off. It's about savoring opportunity, of reveling in the closeness, of remembering the warmth of bare skin and entwined fingers and the sound of their names on each other's tongues- remembering just in case. And with every kiss, Sirius swears that time is running short. He can feel it.
"Remus?" Sirius says, burying his face in the other man's neck.
"Sirius?"
"This isn't how things were supposed to happen."
"I know."
Thunder rumbles, rattling the windows and reverberating in what little space is between them.
"Sirius?"
"Remus?"
"Do you love me?"
Sirius looks up sharply before smiling just a little sadly. "I do," he says, holding Remus closer. "I solemnly swear I do."
And he's never meant it so much.