Authors Note: This is a short ficlet I wrote a little while back. Very soft Sirius/Remus hints. :)
Remus lays quietly in the shade under a huge and very leafy tree. His arms behind his head to make it a bit more comfortable then what the tree could provide, though he is thankful of the tree it is giving him shade after all.
Suddenly he feels water all over him, 'is it raining? It can't be, there's a drought..'. Remus looks up to see a very goofy-smiled Sirius looking down, his black hair sopping wet and didn't seem to realize he's making Remus wet.
Remus raises a brow, his gaize falls slightly to Sirius' chest raising and lowering quicky, like he was chasing ducks or something.
"Do you mind? You're getting my book wet...not to mention myself." Remus said, trying to cover up his book which was placed over his lap.
Sirius gave a shrug, reaching down to move Remus' book from his lap and pulls up the slightly sweaty warewolf, said warewolf groaned as he's lead from his sitting spot twards him, loosing his balance from being forced up he bumps into Sirius, whom seemed to be expecting this and stood firm, then he felt Sirius' nose against his neck; as if sniffing him to see if it was really him.
Remus being so close to him couldn't help but do the same. 'He smells of wet dog...but something else t-' Remus never got to finish his thought as he was shown another one of Sirius' mystchivous grins and pulled tward the river, where James was currently splashing Peter like there was no tomarrow.
Remus' eyes grew wide, he was still in his normal clothes, although they were shorts and a tee-shirt, they were hardly swim-wear. 'Oh no, he wouldn't...yes he would.' Remus felt one more tug and into the water he went. 'Oh so cold.' He looked at Sirius and laughed, finally just letting it all go. He won't let this drought get to him, he had other things on his mind, better things. Like Sirius.