Very short, more S/R goodiness. Now, I love those teenage hormone-induced smut fics as much as the next hentai-minded gal, but sometimes you need a little sweetness to even things out.
Hint
by
Redex
The first time I guessed, it was one of those nights.
I could feel the blood trickling down my cheek from a burning cut, and I was too tierd to move. I felt like I had been run over with sandpaper a few times, battered like bread dough, dunked in salt water and then put through a cheeze grater for extra mesure. After a while, you can get used to some things. This was not one of them. Not for him, either.
It had been a bad night, even by my mesure. James wasn't here, and he was the one who sparked us, made things lighter and easier to forget.
Sirius' broomstick-calloused hands trying to be gentle on my body as I was picked up and placed on a brown and black stained bed. I knew every part of this room. How many days had I been locked in here with nothing else to do? I shiver, sudden human embarressment at my nudety in the presense of two others. Peter, in my pereferal vision, turns away and Sirius reaches under to me shimmy the rough blankets out and put them over me, but he gives up and puts his cloak over me instead.
Peter says something that I can't gather, and leaves, his soft shoes creaking the boards on his way out.
Sirius sits down on the edge of the bed and I curl up on my side towards him. His cloak is of a rich fabric I could never afford and is smooth against my skin, contrasting with the patches of roughness that presses against my legs and feet and reminds me of what I am.
My eyes are drifting closed, conciousness is being lost, and I relax a bit. His thumb brushes my eyebrow where an old scar bisects it and his fingers slide through my sweaty hair as his palm cups my cheek gently. I must be delirious, I think. Sirius isn't gentle, least of all to me. His way of showing affection is punching me in the shoulder or stomach or tackling me into a chair or something absurdly jockish like that.
I sigh as his thumb continues it's motion against my closed eyelids. His body is close by, I can feel him there, and I want to move closer, but it hurts to move.
I sleep.
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