A/N: this was originally just a oneshot of sorts, but in the end I realized, I am a fool for smut!
Disclaimer: I own nothing affliated with Harry Potter!
Wicked Games
-Chapter One-
"Breathing with the wolf"
Sirius
I haven't slept in days, I feel exhausted and yet, I lay my head against my pillow and I can't close my eyes, Remus sleeps with his curtains open, I watch him as he sleeps, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath.
I envy him, sleep comes so easily to those who are tormented once a month.
He seems frustrated as of late, I wonder if he's ever considered getting laid, it would work wonders on him. Of course then would he still be the same ol' Moony?Probably not, and he is our guiding light, he's the ruler that slaps our wrists each time we step out of line.
I roll over and squeeze my eyes shut. I just want to sleep.
I hear James snore from therecent direction of my line of vision, his curtains are pulled shut, but I know he's sprawled out on his sheets, his arms in odd angles and his feet tied down by the mess he created with his comforter.
I look back at Moony, he's rolled onto his side, facing me with an expression that only he could master.
Peacefully at sleep but deep in thought.
I can never achieve that look, Moony tells me I'm too wound up to be calm.
I watch him a moment longer and roll onto my side, to face him. He exhales as I inhale, but I stop for a moment halting my breathing, to match his. It's relaxing, watching him sleep, breathing when he breathes.
He's shadowed by eyelashes as my eyes fall and the next moment I think about it, I see the sun peeking through the window.
The wolf put me to sleep.
a/n: Okay so don't worry, I will be replacing this with a longer chapter...I was just working on it, thought maybe a preview...I've been awake for a long time and I dont have the willpower to keep going, so sit tight and I promise this will have more later