Note: This is a one-chapter-only fic. Do not expect any more than this. If you want, however, you are free to make a beginning or ending to this. Anyways, R&R!
Warning: If you don't like the mentioning of slash, DO NOT read this fanfic.
Disclamer: I own nothing apart from a guitar and an old computer. The characters belong to the GENIUS J. K. Rowling.
As Padfoot gets out of the bathroom I observe he is using the red and green boxers I had given him. God... I gave him those boxers 17 years ago... Making a mental note to find him new underwear soon, I call him to our room. Padfoot comes in slowly, a mischievous expression crossing his features. Acting as if I hadn't noticed his sassy look, I stare blankly at him and ask
"How was your day?"
"I missed you a lot...kept daydreaming about last night..." I once again ignore his attempt to charm me.
"Did you manage to convince Arabella cover us up?"
"Yeah..." Sirius stopped and thought for a while. "My neck is hurting a lot. Would you care to do a massage?" He rubbed his neck in an amazingly sexy way. I wasn't able to suppress a grin but I didn't give in. Not yet, at least.
"I'm a terrible massager...you'll end up with greater pain..." Sirius pouted at that.
"Oh, come on..." he purred. Realizing I wouldn't be able to hold myself any longer, I look at him and say
"Come closer to me so I can see your neck properly," Sirius draws closer then kneels in front of me. Oh god… "Let me see," I move closer to the kneeling Sirius, so that my lips are almost touching his ears. "I think," I speak softly "there is nothing wrong with your neck…" I feel Sirius hands caressing up and down my thigh, and I'm not able to restrain my overflowing love. I throw my arms around Sirius, and he chuckles. Guiding me towards bed, he almost breaks the chair I was sitting in as he as he savagely pushes me up. Sirius then throws his body onto bed, taking my own with him. He kisses me all over my face and neck.
I knew this would turn out to be a promising night.
Warning: If you don't like the mentioning of slash, DO NOT read this fanfic.
Disclamer: I own nothing apart from a guitar and an old computer. The characters belong to the GENIUS J. K. Rowling.
As Padfoot gets out of the bathroom I observe he is using the red and green boxers I had given him. God... I gave him those boxers 17 years ago... Making a mental note to find him new underwear soon, I call him to our room. Padfoot comes in slowly, a mischievous expression crossing his features. Acting as if I hadn't noticed his sassy look, I stare blankly at him and ask
"How was your day?"
"I missed you a lot...kept daydreaming about last night..." I once again ignore his attempt to charm me.
"Did you manage to convince Arabella cover us up?"
"Yeah..." Sirius stopped and thought for a while. "My neck is hurting a lot. Would you care to do a massage?" He rubbed his neck in an amazingly sexy way. I wasn't able to suppress a grin but I didn't give in. Not yet, at least.
"I'm a terrible massager...you'll end up with greater pain..." Sirius pouted at that.
"Oh, come on..." he purred. Realizing I wouldn't be able to hold myself any longer, I look at him and say
"Come closer to me so I can see your neck properly," Sirius draws closer then kneels in front of me. Oh god… "Let me see," I move closer to the kneeling Sirius, so that my lips are almost touching his ears. "I think," I speak softly "there is nothing wrong with your neck…" I feel Sirius hands caressing up and down my thigh, and I'm not able to restrain my overflowing love. I throw my arms around Sirius, and he chuckles. Guiding me towards bed, he almost breaks the chair I was sitting in as he as he savagely pushes me up. Sirius then throws his body onto bed, taking my own with him. He kisses me all over my face and neck.
I knew this would turn out to be a promising night.