Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and company. If I did, I would be sitting on a beach somewhere sipping a Rum Mixer and thinking, "Wow, those kids who do fan fiction... yeah, they need lives."
Author's Notes: Good stuff. This is an insanely short musing that I had earlier while I was cleaning up my quarters. Just thought I'd share.
His Voice Is Heaven
With bated breath my lips found their way to his neck. With each and every little kiss that I placed, he shook a bit more. A minute passed, and my fingers had tangled themselves in his sandy coloured hair. He moaned my name, and I began to whisper sweet nothings to him.
The hour in hence we were to part grew ever nearer, and I traced my lips over his chiselled jaw line. A fair second later, I placed a light kiss on his lips. Between the butterfly kisses, I muttered, "I love you, Remus."
At that point, my heart seemed adamant on skipping as many of the needed palpitations of life that it could, my stomach took its turn to churn uncomfortably, and blood rose to my cheeks. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I had never told Remus that I loved him! Oh God! He'd hate me! I wasn't good enough for him! My hair wasn't feathery enough! My lips weren't soft enough! My sex was sensual enough! I wasn't close to good...
"I love you, too, Sirius." Ah... his voice is heaven...
Author's Note 2: Didn't I mention the fact that it's tiny? Yeah... I'm pretty sure that I did. Normally, I wouldn't post dabble like this, but I thought it was cute.