Summary: not much of a plot, just a silly songfic. **Implied slash** if you're pure and innocent, get lost. ~_~
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the sleepy wizards, Sting rules the world along with her (or at least he should).
Dedication: To… myself for being so talented and charming. What?!
I burn for you
Now that I have found you
In the coolth of your evening smile
The shade of your parasol
And your love flows through me
Though I drink at your pool
I burn for you
I burn for you
Sirius Black sighed deeply and slowly opened his sleepy silver eyes, it was well pass midnight and the moon was a fingernail shining above in the velvet sky, bathing in soft light the figure resting beside him.
His eyes finally fell to the bed and stared at the pale back of the man pressed against his side. Remus, his Remus, the man he loved and lived for. He smiled at the thought as his gaze traveled up his lover's perfect mouth, delicate nose and furrowed brows marking his slightly worried expression.
You and I are lovers
And nighttime falls around our bed
In peace we sleep entwined
And your love flows through me
Though an ocean soothes my head
I burn for you
I burn for you
Sirius ran soft fingers along Remus' side and enfolded him with his free arm. "I love you Moony" whispered the dark haired man and kissed the tawny head resting on his shoulder. A long, deep sigh escaped from the werewolf's chest as he buried his face in Sirius' neck. The wizard smiled softly and closed his eyes. Then he remembered what had dragged him out of his sleep.
Stars will fall from dark skies
As ancient rocks are turning
Quiet fills the room
And your love flows through me
He was dreaming, dreaming of blissful eyes and sandy hair, surrendered bodies and stolen kisses that tasted like chocolate, and as he flowed in marble arms an unnoticed weight set on his chest. Suddenly his skin burned at the touch of the sheets and his heart beated painfully; and yet everything seemed perfect to him, for now –after so many nights- he knew the reason that made him hurt.
Sirius was aching, aching for Remus, hungry for swimming into his mate's depths and let him sink in his own, for waking him with his lovemaking. Still he didn't, he would not perturb the peaceful sleep of his lover. So he just remained still, quietly aching.
Though I lie here so still
I burn for you
I burn for you
