A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews. I'm trying to interject some plot into this chapter, as well as Sirius being an ass and don't forget it's the 80's and sexually transmitted diseases are the worry of the world.

Tanya J Potter - Sorry I didn't make that clear. Molly is pregnant with Percy, I tried writing Bill and Charlie into the story but I thought they where too young so they didn't make it – they're probably being made to look at pictures of cats by Mrs Figg.

Kiyomi22 – Yes there will be strings ::has strange image of puppets in her mind::

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.

Reposted because of bad spelling mistakes I have made – if anyone is willing to beta read the rest of this story I'd be much obliged.

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Remus wiggled happily under the kiss landed on his shoulder.

"You taste good," Sirius whispered, placing another kiss at Remus's neck "Like a misty night in Paris,"

Remus creased up laughing and pushed Sirius away, gasping for breath.

"What? What's funny about that?" Sirius asked offended. "We could go to Pairs you know Moony, rent a hotel room and enjoy ourselves some more." He suggestively stroked Remus's arm as he spoke and Remus suddenly felt sick.

"Good Lord," He pushed himself up far enough to glare at Sirius. "This is me your taking to Sirius, not some Oriel person, not some woman," he ran a hand through is dishevelled hair "I'm not into misty nights in Paris, or champagne and sex till I pass out."
"I am." Sirius stated happily reaching out a hand to grip Remus's around the waist and draw him closer.

"Well, I'm not" Remus said, fighting his way out of Sirius's grip and rolling over to face away from him, staring at the cream walls of the hotel sweet they'd occupied for the last day and night.

Remus wanted to go to Pairs – had always wanted to go to Europe, but hadn't been able to with his family because of his condition and hadn't had the time or the money since he left school.

Sirius had the money and he'd always managed to make time for having a bit of fun, but Remus didn't want to go with Sirius who had accidentally tapped into – and cheeped – his fantasy, making it little more than a come one.  Probably, Remus thought with a sinking feeling, the same sort of come on he'd used to ply Oriel and countless other women into bed with him.

He wanted to slap him.

"Bugger off, Sirius." He finally hissed, clenching his hands into fists and giving the wall a steely glare.

"Moony, what wrong?"

"I don't want to go to Paris with you and I don't want to keep doing this."

"Doing what?"

Remus couldn't remember Sirius ever having been this stupid, even in the full onset of puberty when just the hint of a pair of breast was enough to make him a dribbling moron.

"Sleeping together, messing around," Remus took a deep sigh, "I don't want that from you Sirius, I want you to stop treating me like some girl and treat me like me!"

"I am treating you like you!" Sirius said exasperatedly and reached out his hand to take one of Remus's, stroking it softly.

"You never asked me to Pairs before, I mean Paris!" He laughed bitterly, still refusing to look at Sirius or give into his coxing touch. "What a cliché line, Padfoot. Why not just say 'Remus, I want your arse' and be done with it. I think I'd respect you a bit more if you did!"

"Remus, what is wrong with you?"

"I'm losing my mind," Remus said. "I have to get out of this bed and away from you!"

He threw back the bed sheet and climbed out the bed, experiencing a horrid feeling that they had been in this situation before as he grabbed his underwear and pulled it on quickly. Sirius was still lying in the bed, looking confused and wretched, and Remus felt he at least owed him an explanation as to why he couldn't stay.

"Sirius," he sighed. "I'm not a girl…"

"I know," Sirius interrupted. "I like that."

"Shut up, wanker. I'm not a girl, and I don't enjoy you treating me like one, and a brainless one at that."

"I'm bloody not…"

"Sirius, I think I'm in love with you." Remus blurted out, stopping his friend in mid-rant. Now Sirius looked aghast, almost sickened and Remus realised if he'd wanted Sirius away from him any quicker that had been the thing to say.

"In love." Sirius wheezed. "This was just supposed to be a bit of fun, Remus."

"I know." Remus said, wondering why he felt like he was apologizing.

"Remus, I'm not a bloody Poof."

"I never said you were…"

Sirius was up out of the bed and pulling on his clothes quicker than Remus would have suspected possible, but then any hint of commitment and Sirius always had been off like a shot and it must be even worse now it was his gay mate asking for it.

"Sirius." And he wouldn't beg Sirius to stay, if the git was going to run out on him then that was fine.

"Look, Remus" Sirius pulled on one sock and looking for all the world like he'd never realised wool was so interesting. "I'm not interested in you like that, I though we were just messing about."

"Its okay, I understand" Remus nodded, his heart being ripped out slowly "My fault."

Sirius stood up and clapped him on the shoulder lightly; the Spartan touch hurt Remus more than he liked to admit. After the intimacy they had shared it felt like the most painful snub.

"You'll meet great guy" Sirius said, his smile saying he didn't believe it and Remus couldn't blame him, after all gay werewolf – not the world's greatest catch. "Its just that that guy isn't me."

And then he was gone.

Remus ignored the bed, he wasn't going to lose control in the same place he'd been lying with Sirius mere moments before. He chose the little desk and chair situated in the corner to throw himself down in.

He'd just order a bottle of wine from room service, put it on Sirius's account and get completely hammered.

It was while he was dialling the room service number that he remembered that for the last two time they'd had sex both of them had forgotten to wear condoms.

He replaced the phone in its receiver and buried his head in his hands.

Now Sirius Black might very well be the death of him in a very real sense.

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Sirius stalked downstairs to the bar, angrier than he'd been in years.

He'd thought him and Remus had a good thing going – sex with no strings but then the bloody tosser had to go and mess it up.

What had Remus thought he was going to do? Be all happy and settle down into homosexual bliss. Remus was mad, Remus was bloody gay, Remus was bloody gay and mad and in love with him.

Sirius really needed that drink.

As he made his way to the bar he noticed a very familiar and welcome face. Oriel was collecting a bottle of champagne from the bar. If Sirius played his cards right he could be in bed with her sharing that lovely looking bottle of champagne and Remus could go bugger himself.

"Hello, Oriel."

"Oh, Hello Sirius." The young woman blushed a pretty shade of pink and Sirius wondered why he'd ever bothered with Remus anyway.

"I'm so sorry you misplaced my room key, I was so looking forward to spending the evening with you." He placed one hand on hers and looked deeply into her eyes; Oriel gave an embarrassed little giggle.

"Oh well…I bumped into someone, he said he was your friend. I think we got each others keys or something and I ended up with this other girl."

"How terrible." Sirius said kindly and Oriel blushed a deeper shade of red.

"It was a first, she was expecting someone else but he never showed up so we got a bottle of wine and one thing lead to another..." She shrugged and smiled happily. "Her names Talia."

"Oh" said Sirius, withdrawing his hand.

"I have to be getting back, I only popped down for the champagne. It was nice seeing you again, Sirius."

"You too."

And they she tottered away in her ludicrously high heals and Sirius was left to speculate  he really was the only heterosexual left in all the wizarding world.

He really, really needed that drink.