A/N: So this is the end of the fun-filled ride that is Midlife Crisis. We all had fun didn't we? I know you're sad. No, don't cry. It's okay. No, you're not stupid. Hey, I never said that! Don't bring that up, please. Put that razor blade down, right now!
Now doesn't that feel better? I have good news for you. There's going to be a Midlife Crisis 2 pretty soon! Yay! And I have one clue for you: Marriage counseling.
Ooh, I'll have fun with this one.
This is dedicated to all of my reviewers, and I'm sorry about this, but don't expect a mind-blowing shag in this chapter. That'll happen in Midlife 2.
Chapter# 8: Finally, Climax.
Remus J. Lupin was not presently involved in anything dirty, or anything particularly illegal in any states or provinces.
No, he was just at the market place. No particularly dirty or illegal thoughts were running through his head. He was presently thinking about which roast to make for supper, how many carrots he should buy, and why the wheels on shopping carts never worked right.
Yes, life for Remus and Sirius had pretty much gone back to normal. Except for the fact that there was now a nice little (Or humongous) hole in their bedroom wall caused by their previous activities. But, more importantly, no more mid-life crisis for Sirius. No more tea laced with aphrodisiacs. No more chocolate.
Alright, alright, so he kept the aphrodisiac-laden tea, and the chocolate, but the mid-life crisis just had to go. After all, tea, aphrodisiacs and chocolate (Only when put together of course) never did any harm.
Now they were back to doing normal couple things. Things like shopping together, little afternoon strolls together#, cuddling on the sofa together, and acting sickeningly adorable in public... together, of course. Vomit-inducing cuteness (which was their specialty) is, after all, a team effort.
Everything was picture perfect, now, and Remus was very happy with it, thank you very much. But he wasn't really altogether sure about the sick and twisted sex, though.
It was quite fun.
Remus turned the corner and wheeled his basket into the canned-foods isle. He was thinking about olives, which are normally found in jars, but do to the late wonkiness of grocery stores trying to "conserve" space, the jars were inexplicably mixed with the canned foods. Remus frowned.
He'd had olives knowing at the back of his mind since he'd first left his doorstep.
In fact... he reached for a particularly pretty olive jar on one of the isle shelves... In fact, he'd been too preoccupied with olives, he'd forgotten to do one thing.
The jar fell out of his hand and shattered to bits of vinegar soaked shards of glass on the linoleum supermarket floor.
He'd forgotten to untie Sirius.
Sorry about the wait, guys! I've been distracted by Rufus Wainwright and pretty drag-queens! Forgive me, my little lambs!
Hugs, Kisses, and other sweet things,
The Absynth Fairy
P.S.: Keep a look out for Mid-Life Crisis 2!