AN: I'm SOOOOOOO sorry for the wait….kinda lost touch with poor Sirius and Remus…sadly enough the movie rekindled it (trust me though-not in an aesthetic way just the way they interacted…"old married couple" indeed Snape!)
Disclaimer: Hmm…I hate this part…I don't own a bloody thing.
Summary: Continuation of Morning Games: Sirius and Remus reminisce about the good old summer that James so aptly named "Marauder's Summer Getaway." RL/SB Multi-chaptered fluff.
Guide: 'Thoughts'
Present (OotP time frame)
Chapter Four: Big Surprises
The old couch creaked and nearly buckled beneath the combined weight of Lupin and Black. After shift around on the ancient furniture, Sirius had managed to pin Remus under him, arms wrapped around the younger man's slim shoulders. Muttering incoherent warnings as to how many different people could walk in at any moment, as they had been doing all morning, Remus only succeeded in lacing his hands through Sirius's thick black hair and succumbing to his desires. A silky voice whispered against his ear, leaving but a ghost of moisture on the shell of his ear from the warmth of Sirius' breath.
"I can still remember how your eyes lit up when I showed…bright amber stirred with liquid gold and rimmed with undiluted astonishment."
"Can't we just give him a say an little, itty, bitty hint?" Sirius asked attempting, to no avail as Remus noted, to coax James into giving Remus a hint as to what their big surprise could possibly be. Bouncing anxiously on the creaking guest bed assigned to Remus, sending puffs of dust up with every bounce, Sirius tried to use his puppy eyes to bewitch James into allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
"Not falling for that one, Padfoot." James retorted flicking Sirius on the tip of his nose. "Rem is far too smart, he'd figure it out if we told him the tiniest of hints…" Crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe, James nodded in acknowledgment to Remus who smiled back modestly. "Plus we're waiting for Peter to get here." His voice was calm and even with a practiced air of confidence Sirius was sure he'd been working on to use upon Lily.
Finally giving up on being able to let Remus in on his and James' secret plan, which was the very reason for their little getaway, Sirius stood up and dusted his pants off unsure of what to do next. Luckily, James came to his rescue. A female voice called up to James, summoning him to help out with making dinner.
'Uh oh…' Remus' stomach was about to start doing loops if James left them alone in his guest bedroom with nothing to do except listen to the never ending uncomfortable silence they had slipped into just now. However, just before he was about to leave the two awkward "lovebirds" alone he mentioned quietly to Sirius, "Maybe you could show Remus your surprise."
"Bloody brilliant, Prongs!" Sirius cried excitedly, grinning at James' retreating back before rounding on Remus. "Come on I've got something to show you," he whispered with a conspirators smile while grabbing Remus' thin wrist and tugging him back down the uneven stairs. Once they reached the front door Sirius instructed for Remus to cover his eyes with his hands. "No peeking, Rem." Following his orders, Remus blindly allowed Sirius to steer him in the right direction. He could feel his cheeks flushing with heat as soon as Sirius' searing hot hands managed to grasp his hips in order to lead him in the right direction.
The soft pliable grass that had been beneath Lupin's shoes had changed to pebbles as Sirius led him on to a wide gravel driveway. Just when Remus was sure he was going to die of the heat radiating from Sirius' body behind him and his own the pair of hands left his hips. An involuntary moan escaped from his lips unchecked, "Sirius?" The touch was back again but this time far more fleeting and pressed against the side of his face. He was sure that he had felt the pad of Sirius' thumb idly tracing the curvature of the shell of his ear in that short contact.
"It's okay, just wait a sec." Sirius mumbled before leaving Remus standing in the middle of the Potter's gravel pathway. With quiet movements, Sirius unlocked the metallic padlock with a muttered charm and enchanted the doors to open silently. Glancing at his treasure safe within the unassuming shack, Sirius walked back to where Remus stood patiently. Shifting the helmet beneath his bent arm, Sirius leaned down and whispered in Remus' ear. "Open."
Glistening in the sunlight before him stood a sparkling black painted motorcycle that he'd seen muggles racing down highways on as a child. Lying carelessly across the seat of the bike was a leather jacket that Remus assumed belonged to Sirius. "Bloody….hell….Siri, is that yours?" Remus questioned with a whisper as he stepped towards the machine with an outstretched hand. Look up at Sirius with a shy smile he saw the boy nod with a grin. "So this is how you got away, isn't it?"
'Always getting to the heart of things…my Moony…' Sirius thought as his smile turned bittersweet and he nodded quietly. "Of course. Here." Shoving the helmet he had kept beneath his elbow upon Remus' head he swung a leg over the seat of the bike. Sliding on the jacket Sirius tilted the bike and shoved away the kickstand. Remus hesitated for a moment, as his eyes grew wide. Never once in his life had he taken such a great risk, putting his very life in the hands of the boy who he thought to be his unrequited love. The gears quickly spun in Remus' head as Sirius smiled up at him.
"Okay…," he murmured before following Sirius' actions and swinging his leg over the bike and sliding close to Sirius' back framed in leather.
"You better hold on tight…you're in for an even better surprise." Sirius yelled over the purr of the engine as it roared to life. Suddenly arms snaked around his middle as he felt the plastic rub against the leather covering his back. The fresh scent of muggle cologne still clung to Sirius' skin but now was laced through with leathery accents.
'Oh, Merlin…' Remus groaned silently before giving in and losing himself in the scent. However, all of the sudden the ground seemed to become less stable. 'Has he driven us onto the grass? What have I gotten myself in to!?' But as soon as he opened his eyes, Remus quickly shut them. A tremor surged through his body and he gripped on tighter to Sirius, shifting closer so that his very body soon was molded against the back of Sirius. Remus barely managed to squeak out a trembling question as he felt them make a turn right.
"Sirius…why are we flying?"
His only answer was a booming laugh from Sirius and what would have been a kiss against his brow if not for the plastic helmet.