A/n: Thank you to everyone who reviwed, I'm glad your enjoying it.
Disclaimer: I was inspired to write this story after reading a Mills and Boon romance book, the plot and title are taken from that book. The book is Just a Little Fling by Julie Kistler and I do not have anything to do with this person other than buying her book. I did not make any money off this story and never, ever will.
Remus marched out the door and took about a step and a half into the real world. He stopped in his tracks.
"Oh, no," He whispered. "This is terrible."
Self-conscious, he smoothed his hair away from his face. Not that it was going to help anything. He knew there'd be people outside the room but not this many. Not all dressed up and fresh faced and curious, staring up at the top of the stairs, right where he was rooted to the carpet, wearing a bed sheet and nothing else.
They had expectation on their faces and little bundles of rice in their hands.
And Molly. No, please no. Not Molly, too.
But there she was, wearing a pretty lavender suit, with Arthur, and Lily and James arm in arm. All four of them were poised on the landing, only a few yards away from Remus and the door to room 503. They turned, all four of them. They saw him. Their faces reflected shock and then outrage.
"Remus!" Molly said loudly, just in case there was one man, woman or child not staring at Remus's disgrace. She marched up to him and Remus looked around wildly for someway to escape but he was stuck, "Look at you! Barley managing to pull yourself out of some stranger's bed. I don't know! First it rained and the hem of Lily's dress got wet, and then someone sneezed during the ceremony, and then Oriel Mackintosh is accosted by some woman and now you!"
Remus looked down at the floor unsure what to say in return and blushing bright red.
"Remus wasn't with a stranger," oh bugger, "He was with me."
"Shut up, Sirius" Remus hissed, elbowing him in the ribs but Sirius was already leaning over to Molly with an annoying grin on his face.
"I got a little drunk last night and Remus helped me to bed."
Remus could see that Molly didn't believe him for a moment, she was looking at Remus's neck and he raised his hand quickly feeling the imprint of teeth.
"Come on, Molly." Arthur said, reaching out an arm to drag her away, "This is Lily's day remember and she doesn't want an argument." from what Remus could see Lily was laughing to hard at his discomfort to care about an argument that might be happening.
As Arthur lead Molly away Remus darted around Sirius and back inside the bedroom, throwing himself down on the bed. He heard Sirius shut the door and then the bed dipped as Sirius sat besides him, a hand began stroking his hair and Remus moaned despite himself.
"It wasn't so bad." Sirius said softly and Remus laughed bitterly.
"You weren't the one exposing yourself to the wedding party."
"Lucky wedding party!"
"Oh do shut up, Sirius."
Light drifted slowly into the room, casting a soft, warm glow on Remus. He opened one eye. "Mmmph," he mumbled, unable to recognise the fuzzy shapes in front of him.
Stretching out an arm, yawning, he blinked, then opened both eyes. A draft tickled his skin, making him sure he wasn't wearing a top. Or a bottom.
Naked. In a high, soft bed he vaguely recognised, with intricately carved posts. He could hear steady, regular breathing in the bed. Not only that, but he could feel hot puffs of air ruffling is hair, as if someone were lying there, his head just behind Remus's, breathing on him.
Sirius
"Déjá vu all over again," he whispered, clutching the crocheted edge of the sheet to his front.
"G'morning Remus," Sirius said drowsily. Draping an arm around Remus's shoulder, snuggling closer, he felt warm and cozy, all heated skin and delicious masculine angles.
But Remus eluded his grasp.
"Why is it I completely lose my mind around you?" he inquired, not really expecting an answer. "We weren't going to do this again. You're not my type. I'm not your type. This isn't going anywhere."
Sirius's eyes were hooded as he lifted his head far enough to gaze at him. "Do we have to do this again?" he asked with exasperation. "We're good together, Remus. Why aren't we entitled to a careless, no-strings fling like everyone else?"
Because I don't want a fling? Because somewhere between the six condoms and you saving me from Molly I fell in love with you? Remus thought. But there was no way he was sharing even an inkling of that with Sirius.
If Sirius thought anyone was in love with him, lest alone a male werewolf like Remus, he'd run a mile and Remus didn't think he could stand to lose his friend over something as trivial as being too foolish to get out at the right time.
"No reason at all." Remus said with a small grin before pulling Sirius to him for a very thorough kiss.
It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but he'd settle. After all they where good together and Remus wanted to get as much of it as possible before the next blond bimbo turned Sirius's head.
TBC