CHAPTER 7 - Remus present
I feel wonderful when I wake up. I honestly can't believe how good what Sirius and I did. Even if we didn't actually go all the way.
And waking up in itself was marvelous. I love the way Sirius wraps himself around me. It makes me feel incredibly secure.
Unfortunately, this morning I can't savour the feelings. I have to get up and leave.
And I have to leave Sirius behind. That's the hardest thing. To know that he will have to remain behind whilst I can go out into the world.
To stay here in this horrible place with that awful elf. Filling his mind with half-truths and venom.
And knowing that when I come back, the Sirius I know and love will be gone, replaced by a sulky child. And it hurts.
I have to tell him. I can't just leave. Snuggling closer, I press my lips to him; repaying the favour he woke me with. I can fell him sigh as I kiss him, and he draws me closer to him.
"Morning, love."
"Morning, Moony. Haven't you had enough yet?"
"Of you? Never. Unfortunately, however, I can't indulge. I have to go."
Sirius face is hurt, but I can see in his eyes he understands. "In that case," he says, "You can pick up a couple of things for us."
"Such as?" I ask - stupidly as it turns out. Sirius tells me, and then tells me in explicit detail what he intends to do with the "couple of things". My own face is quite astonished. His bark of laughter at the look on my face is so typical of the arrogant git. But then, his kiss immediately after takes away the sting. There are some reactions that are just so Sirius - things that have stayed the same since we were 11, that I can't take them to heart.
Fortunately, his worst traits seem to have vanished with maturity. I do have a concern, though and voice it.
"And just where do I get these things?"
"I'll give you an address."
Something tells me that Sirius has a bit more experience than he is letting on. I don't really care. Not when he makes me feel like this.
And not when I can obviously make him feel just as good.
I like that. I like that I can give him such pleasure. And I can't wait until I get back again.
Only one thing is worrying me a little, though. How on earth will we tell Harry? And what will his reaction be?
I feel wonderful when I wake up. I honestly can't believe how good what Sirius and I did. Even if we didn't actually go all the way.
And waking up in itself was marvelous. I love the way Sirius wraps himself around me. It makes me feel incredibly secure.
Unfortunately, this morning I can't savour the feelings. I have to get up and leave.
And I have to leave Sirius behind. That's the hardest thing. To know that he will have to remain behind whilst I can go out into the world.
To stay here in this horrible place with that awful elf. Filling his mind with half-truths and venom.
And knowing that when I come back, the Sirius I know and love will be gone, replaced by a sulky child. And it hurts.
I have to tell him. I can't just leave. Snuggling closer, I press my lips to him; repaying the favour he woke me with. I can fell him sigh as I kiss him, and he draws me closer to him.
"Morning, love."
"Morning, Moony. Haven't you had enough yet?"
"Of you? Never. Unfortunately, however, I can't indulge. I have to go."
Sirius face is hurt, but I can see in his eyes he understands. "In that case," he says, "You can pick up a couple of things for us."
"Such as?" I ask - stupidly as it turns out. Sirius tells me, and then tells me in explicit detail what he intends to do with the "couple of things". My own face is quite astonished. His bark of laughter at the look on my face is so typical of the arrogant git. But then, his kiss immediately after takes away the sting. There are some reactions that are just so Sirius - things that have stayed the same since we were 11, that I can't take them to heart.
Fortunately, his worst traits seem to have vanished with maturity. I do have a concern, though and voice it.
"And just where do I get these things?"
"I'll give you an address."
Something tells me that Sirius has a bit more experience than he is letting on. I don't really care. Not when he makes me feel like this.
And not when I can obviously make him feel just as good.
I like that. I like that I can give him such pleasure. And I can't wait until I get back again.
Only one thing is worrying me a little, though. How on earth will we tell Harry? And what will his reaction be?
