Warning: Squicky!
Cold Lips
Sirius/James
No.
This isn't real.
Not today, not right now, not ever.
And I reach out, touch the face of the man
who loved me through everything.
He's cold and his glasses are missing,
somewhere in the rubble.
He's pale as snow and his lips are blue.
I kiss him, praying to everyone his eyes will show life,
his lips will part to meet mine.
But nothing happens.
He remains cold, immobile.
My James, laying there alone in the rubble
with just me.
We never made love, James and I,
never once in all that time.
I wipe hastily at my cheeks
and lower my lips to his again.
We'll change that now, James.
I promise.