Protector
Disclaimer: I don't care if they're not mine. I'm playing with them anyway.
Rating: R - even though this chap be mostly snoogles and squickness. [Dances to the radio] Nicee nice.
Pairing: SB/SS. Period. For it is the most heavenly pairing ever invented. [Sigh].
[Raises eyebrow at Tasagare no hime's review]. 'YAY! I LOVE YOU!' [Coughs, smiles] yeah, I'm great, aren't I? [Snigger]. Ahem, onto the final chapter (and I mean it this time!)
(Sirius' POV. Being hit on the head doesn't help the poor man much.)
~/*\~/*\~/*\~ You mean I'm free? ~/*\~/*\~/*\~
Oh oh - my head hurts. No, wait, let's make that my head really hurts! OW! I'm not moving now, I refuse. I don't care if Remus comes in right now and decides he is going to kill me - it's quite comfortable wherever I am right now. Though my head *really* does hurt a lot. So does the rest of me, but my head...ouchie.
I can hear breathing - it's probably you getting ready for another day, another day where you wander around all smiles and helpfulness. Never mind what you did to me last night. Ow - you bastard, do you have any idea how much my head hurts? Eurgh - I refuse to get up right now. I'm too tired, and I've been having a nice dream.
Sev was in it; of that I'm sure. Looking ravishing as usual; but what else could I expect from the man? Hey, the headache's going - hooray! Or not...ow ow ow ow ow ow. The least you could do is get me some aspirin. You know, that stupid muggle stuff that takes forever to work. Heh, I wonder if you'd let me off tonight if I said I had a headache.
OK, this is the point where I realise I'm ever so slightly fucked up this morning. And talking - thinking - rubbish. Maybe you hit my head a little bit too hard? What's a few less brain cells, hey? Not as if I'm valued for my conversation...
Ow my head. I'm, going back to sleep. At least this morning you're not clumping around like some great elephant on heat. Actually, I haven't heard you move yet.
Are you *still* in the bed? You're never in the bed! Oh help, now I'm really confused. Maybe I will open my eyes. Just a little bit; and I'll just hope you don't notice. Right. That's what I'll do. And, opening my eyes...
Now.
Huh? I'm sure the ceiling wasn't white yesterday...I distinctly remember all the times I've looked up at it. No, it *is* usually red. Where the hell am I?
Something just moved by my hand. It's furry...maybe it's Crookshanks. That damned cat is always following me after all.
Oh God. I know that nose. I know that smile. And by God, I sure as hell know that hair now! I must still be dreaming...right? Either that, or you hit my head even harder than a tonne of bricks, and I'm in heaven.
That's a nice thought...
*
You're moving - the dream Severus. Just the way I always pictured you getting up. Well, not quite - I didn't think that bemused look would ever cross your face. You don't seem the type to be confused at any time, let alone by something so simple as waking up. Ah well, just a minor differentiation there. "Bacon..." you mumble as you sit up and rub your eyes.
'Bacon?' Has my whole subconscious gone mad this morning? You drop your hands and yawn widely like a cat, before finally focusing on me. Your eyes are so dark - so deep. Fathomless in fact. You look a little shocked to see me awake, and have to blink a few times to truly wake up yourself. You look so much better without that frown you wear all day.
"Sirius?" Your voice is soft; tired too. I know how you feel, I want to go back to sleep! "How are you feeling?" I'm taken aback. I really don't understand this dream at all.
"Yeah," I say to you, and you break into a relieved smile. I smile as well, and try to lean forwards. Oh oh, not a good idea. That hurt!
That hurt?
Dreams don't hurt...wait a darned minute here! This is *real*.
I jump out of bed, and I'm ignoring the *very* present pain, and the fact that I'm stark naked. You don't really seem to mind much, though you're looking surprised again. Your mouth is slightly open, and your eyes are wide.
I can't help myself. If what I remember is correct, I've already kissed you once, and you didn't seem to mind. So I'll do it again.
Whoops - fell over a bit there. "Hello," my words sound a little slurred. All of a sudden I appear to be draped around your shoulders. Nice - very nice. I feel like I'm drunk - or tranquillised. Maybe both. Sod it. Kiss, now.
I think I'm going to faint. You're a good kisser Mr Potions Master. Very good kisser indeed. Let's do it again.
Once more for luck. Well, twice more. Ok, so three times. I'm not letting go now. Tough luck. You don't really mind, do you?
Obviously not. But - you're pulling away. Why? Don't go, please! Tears are gathering in my eyes again, and I'm just crying in frustration. You're going to leave me, aren't you? You saved me, but now you don't want me anymore, and you're going to give me back to Remus. You bastard. You don't even deserve to be spoken to. Go away. I don't want to look at you!
Oof. That'd be the floor. Ow. The floor is quite painful. My back's painful. Everywhere is stinging like mad, and that bloody throbbing in my head is back! "Careful Siri," you lift me up off the floor and bundle me back into the bed. Fine - fine by me. Go on, leave.
As soon as you get out of the door, I'm going out of that window, and I'm going to introduce myself to Mr Floor some seven levels down.
You're not leaving. You're just sitting in that chair and looking at me thoughtfully. Finally, you say something. "Do you remember what happened last night?" Urm. I kissed you...and Remus was his usual bastard self. So, I nod. I do remember parts of it.
"Liar," you grin, and I can't help grinning too. It's infectious! "I don't want to have to make you go through it again. But...it might help to explain why you're in the hospital wing, and what's going to happen now." I nod. I'm confused again. The room's all fuzzy because I'm so tired.
But when you begin talking again, I'm focused. Partly because of your wonderful voice - partly because I'm holding your hands. I don't know how they've gotten there, but they're there now.
And when you're done talking, I feel vaguely elated. And also so weary - to know that it's finally over, after all this time! So - what you're trying to say is - what you mean is...
You mean I'm free? "I'm free?" I say it out loud, and the words feel strange in my mouth.
"That's about the top and bottom of it, yes," you say brightly, squeezing the hands I'm holding gently. I'm free!
I feel like singing it at the top of my lungs. I forego this for another option - I think it's much more fun. Because I'm kissing you again. Yes, definitely much, much more fun!
I feel so drunk. Sleeping potions always do that to me...
"OH! I suppose I'll come back later." Looking up, I see an ashen-faced Poppy run out again. You stiffen in my hold, and then snort out some amused laughter.
"Oh dear," I say, my face nose to nose with yours. "I do think we've just scared Poppy."
"You don't say," you say dryly back, but that twinkle in your eyes belies your true feelings on the matter. I'm kissing you again. I can't seem to stop myself, and it's you that stops us again. As soon as you do, I'm letting out a yawn, and slumping forwards onto you.
"Shh - come on you, back to sleep." You push me down onto the bed, and I'm seeing a flashback of when Remus did the same. It's doused quickly when all you do is pull the covers over me, and sit back down on that chair of yours. You lean your head on the edge of the bed. That hair's tempting me, so I reach out and wind my fingers in it.
A slight giggle escapes your lips. I'm surprised - you *giggle*? That's insanely cute of you.
I'm quite comfortable again. " 'Night Sev."
"Actually, it's eight in the morning, but close enough," you mumble. I just poke you on the head and grin. I am feeling quite sleepy now. So I'll sleep. That's the best idea I've had all morning. (Bar kissing you of course).
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OK, there it is, the end whether you like it or not! [Phew]. This has got to be the quickest I've written a fic in years. And one of the shortest I've ever written. Only three chapters?! Blimey!
R+R just for the sake of it. It will make Siri and Sev feel even more loved than they already are.
From Soda. 'I have the heart and soul of an angel, but the body and mind of a slasher.'
Disclaimer: I don't care if they're not mine. I'm playing with them anyway.
Rating: R - even though this chap be mostly snoogles and squickness. [Dances to the radio] Nicee nice.
Pairing: SB/SS. Period. For it is the most heavenly pairing ever invented. [Sigh].
[Raises eyebrow at Tasagare no hime's review]. 'YAY! I LOVE YOU!' [Coughs, smiles] yeah, I'm great, aren't I? [Snigger]. Ahem, onto the final chapter (and I mean it this time!)
(Sirius' POV. Being hit on the head doesn't help the poor man much.)
~/*\~/*\~/*\~ You mean I'm free? ~/*\~/*\~/*\~
Oh oh - my head hurts. No, wait, let's make that my head really hurts! OW! I'm not moving now, I refuse. I don't care if Remus comes in right now and decides he is going to kill me - it's quite comfortable wherever I am right now. Though my head *really* does hurt a lot. So does the rest of me, but my head...ouchie.
I can hear breathing - it's probably you getting ready for another day, another day where you wander around all smiles and helpfulness. Never mind what you did to me last night. Ow - you bastard, do you have any idea how much my head hurts? Eurgh - I refuse to get up right now. I'm too tired, and I've been having a nice dream.
Sev was in it; of that I'm sure. Looking ravishing as usual; but what else could I expect from the man? Hey, the headache's going - hooray! Or not...ow ow ow ow ow ow. The least you could do is get me some aspirin. You know, that stupid muggle stuff that takes forever to work. Heh, I wonder if you'd let me off tonight if I said I had a headache.
OK, this is the point where I realise I'm ever so slightly fucked up this morning. And talking - thinking - rubbish. Maybe you hit my head a little bit too hard? What's a few less brain cells, hey? Not as if I'm valued for my conversation...
Ow my head. I'm, going back to sleep. At least this morning you're not clumping around like some great elephant on heat. Actually, I haven't heard you move yet.
Are you *still* in the bed? You're never in the bed! Oh help, now I'm really confused. Maybe I will open my eyes. Just a little bit; and I'll just hope you don't notice. Right. That's what I'll do. And, opening my eyes...
Now.
Huh? I'm sure the ceiling wasn't white yesterday...I distinctly remember all the times I've looked up at it. No, it *is* usually red. Where the hell am I?
Something just moved by my hand. It's furry...maybe it's Crookshanks. That damned cat is always following me after all.
Oh God. I know that nose. I know that smile. And by God, I sure as hell know that hair now! I must still be dreaming...right? Either that, or you hit my head even harder than a tonne of bricks, and I'm in heaven.
That's a nice thought...
*
You're moving - the dream Severus. Just the way I always pictured you getting up. Well, not quite - I didn't think that bemused look would ever cross your face. You don't seem the type to be confused at any time, let alone by something so simple as waking up. Ah well, just a minor differentiation there. "Bacon..." you mumble as you sit up and rub your eyes.
'Bacon?' Has my whole subconscious gone mad this morning? You drop your hands and yawn widely like a cat, before finally focusing on me. Your eyes are so dark - so deep. Fathomless in fact. You look a little shocked to see me awake, and have to blink a few times to truly wake up yourself. You look so much better without that frown you wear all day.
"Sirius?" Your voice is soft; tired too. I know how you feel, I want to go back to sleep! "How are you feeling?" I'm taken aback. I really don't understand this dream at all.
"Yeah," I say to you, and you break into a relieved smile. I smile as well, and try to lean forwards. Oh oh, not a good idea. That hurt!
That hurt?
Dreams don't hurt...wait a darned minute here! This is *real*.
I jump out of bed, and I'm ignoring the *very* present pain, and the fact that I'm stark naked. You don't really seem to mind much, though you're looking surprised again. Your mouth is slightly open, and your eyes are wide.
I can't help myself. If what I remember is correct, I've already kissed you once, and you didn't seem to mind. So I'll do it again.
Whoops - fell over a bit there. "Hello," my words sound a little slurred. All of a sudden I appear to be draped around your shoulders. Nice - very nice. I feel like I'm drunk - or tranquillised. Maybe both. Sod it. Kiss, now.
I think I'm going to faint. You're a good kisser Mr Potions Master. Very good kisser indeed. Let's do it again.
Once more for luck. Well, twice more. Ok, so three times. I'm not letting go now. Tough luck. You don't really mind, do you?
Obviously not. But - you're pulling away. Why? Don't go, please! Tears are gathering in my eyes again, and I'm just crying in frustration. You're going to leave me, aren't you? You saved me, but now you don't want me anymore, and you're going to give me back to Remus. You bastard. You don't even deserve to be spoken to. Go away. I don't want to look at you!
Oof. That'd be the floor. Ow. The floor is quite painful. My back's painful. Everywhere is stinging like mad, and that bloody throbbing in my head is back! "Careful Siri," you lift me up off the floor and bundle me back into the bed. Fine - fine by me. Go on, leave.
As soon as you get out of the door, I'm going out of that window, and I'm going to introduce myself to Mr Floor some seven levels down.
You're not leaving. You're just sitting in that chair and looking at me thoughtfully. Finally, you say something. "Do you remember what happened last night?" Urm. I kissed you...and Remus was his usual bastard self. So, I nod. I do remember parts of it.
"Liar," you grin, and I can't help grinning too. It's infectious! "I don't want to have to make you go through it again. But...it might help to explain why you're in the hospital wing, and what's going to happen now." I nod. I'm confused again. The room's all fuzzy because I'm so tired.
But when you begin talking again, I'm focused. Partly because of your wonderful voice - partly because I'm holding your hands. I don't know how they've gotten there, but they're there now.
And when you're done talking, I feel vaguely elated. And also so weary - to know that it's finally over, after all this time! So - what you're trying to say is - what you mean is...
You mean I'm free? "I'm free?" I say it out loud, and the words feel strange in my mouth.
"That's about the top and bottom of it, yes," you say brightly, squeezing the hands I'm holding gently. I'm free!
I feel like singing it at the top of my lungs. I forego this for another option - I think it's much more fun. Because I'm kissing you again. Yes, definitely much, much more fun!
I feel so drunk. Sleeping potions always do that to me...
"OH! I suppose I'll come back later." Looking up, I see an ashen-faced Poppy run out again. You stiffen in my hold, and then snort out some amused laughter.
"Oh dear," I say, my face nose to nose with yours. "I do think we've just scared Poppy."
"You don't say," you say dryly back, but that twinkle in your eyes belies your true feelings on the matter. I'm kissing you again. I can't seem to stop myself, and it's you that stops us again. As soon as you do, I'm letting out a yawn, and slumping forwards onto you.
"Shh - come on you, back to sleep." You push me down onto the bed, and I'm seeing a flashback of when Remus did the same. It's doused quickly when all you do is pull the covers over me, and sit back down on that chair of yours. You lean your head on the edge of the bed. That hair's tempting me, so I reach out and wind my fingers in it.
A slight giggle escapes your lips. I'm surprised - you *giggle*? That's insanely cute of you.
I'm quite comfortable again. " 'Night Sev."
"Actually, it's eight in the morning, but close enough," you mumble. I just poke you on the head and grin. I am feeling quite sleepy now. So I'll sleep. That's the best idea I've had all morning. (Bar kissing you of course).
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OK, there it is, the end whether you like it or not! [Phew]. This has got to be the quickest I've written a fic in years. And one of the shortest I've ever written. Only three chapters?! Blimey!
R+R just for the sake of it. It will make Siri and Sev feel even more loved than they already are.
From Soda. 'I have the heart and soul of an angel, but the body and mind of a slasher.'