A/N: Gee... one chapter after another. I'm on a roll. But I can't dawdle around with no plot. I need ideas. Eeee. Help and I shall reward you with pie! (Or maybe a nice sex scene... Sirius/Remus/Legolas...)
Disclaimer: Is there really any need for a disclaimer now?
WARNING: AW, FUCK IT.
Dedicated to: My sweet lil' reviewers. Tee hee.
Chapter #7: Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones... But Whips And Chains Excite Me
Blocks away from the no doubt busy Black Lupin residence, in the Potter household, sat Lily, calmly perched in her padded rocking chair beside James.
She had been knitting for no other reason but instinct for the better half of an hour, but knitting, she assumed, was something all pregnant women did on impulse.
Absentmindedly, she glanced up at the over-large clock on the wall. It was already a good clock, with their names on it and everything, but James had recently bewitched it to display Remus, Sirius, and Peter's actions as well.
The clock read:
James Potter: Reading Newspaper.
Lily Potter: Knitting On Impulse.
Harry Potter: In Womb.
Peter Pettigrew: Involved In Suspicious Activities. (Lily imagined that Peter was now violating his soybean diet)
She quickly noticed that the hands that were labeled Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were both pointing at "Involved In Activities That could Be Illegal In Several States And Provinces"
At this Lily smiled knowingly.
Now, Sirius didn't mind being dragged out of the kitchen by the front of his shirt. And he most certainly didn't have a problem with being flung onto the bed and mounted like a racehorse. Nor did he mind getting his clothes ripped off. All of that was absolutely fine.
Getting handcuffed to the bed, however, was not.
Not that he was complaining, by all means, Sirius was an optimist, and loved to try new things.
But it was just a tad bit strange.
And a tad bit... unnatural.
He sighed.
Getting handcuffed to the bed just wasn't the same without whips and chains.
Yes, yes, yes. Very short, I know. But I'm running low on inspiration, and this was written during a seventh hour Civics lecture. Inspiration...
-The Absynth Fairy