Now, Sakai Michiba presents:
The Shedding of Clothes
Part 17 of the Smitten series
Sirius had never experienced a more peaceful dinner. John Lupin was still at the Ministry, and Flora set some stew aside for him, smiling to herself as the three of them ate together. They did not speak much; Remus spoke idly of final exams and Sirius ranted about his own, saying that surely he had failed everything, especially in comparison to the Great and Omnipotent Remus Lupin. Flora laughed as Remus punched Sirius harshly in the shoulder.
After dinner, she insisted that she do the dishes and let the boys get some rest upstairs, that they had been traveling all day and needed an early turn-in. Remus smiled and nodded, leaning up to kiss her lightly on the cheek. "Thanks, Mum," he said quietly, and he gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Tell Dad I said good night when he gets in."
"I will, sweetheart. You and Sirius rest easily; you can sleep in tomorrow." She smiled as Sirius came up to her and gave her a little hug, and together he and Remus scampered upstairs.
They closed the door behind them, and Remus turned around then to look at Sirius, a strange look in his eyes. Sirius stared at him, eyes widening as he was pushed up against the wall and a tongue was slipped into his mouth. His arms clamped around his lycanthrope as he lifted one leg and wrapped it around the other's waist, his eyes sliding closed as Remus pressed hard against him. "I wanted to push you onto that fucking table," Remus growled as he pulled back and looked into Sirius's eyes with a fierceness that made Sirius's heart miss a step. "I wanted to push you onto that fucking table and make you scream so the neighbours could hear you, and my neighbours' house is two kilometers down the street."
Sirius swallowed hard and nodded a little, at a complete loss for what to say. He and Remus had never been able to make any noise at all, and the thought of being able to moan and carry on as he would really like to was pumping his blood faster and faster. "It's…t-too bad your Mum's home," Sirius breathed, and he gasped audibly as Remus latched onto his neck, biting him but not hard enough to break the skin. "Shit…" He had never experienced Remus like this; it was surely the nearing of the next full moon, which would occur the next week. But even with the past few moons, Remus had not been like this.
"It is too bad." This was spoken in hardly a breath, and Sirius's hands came up to bury in Remus's hair, holding his head close as he sucked on the most tender spots of his flesh. "Too, too bad…"
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Flora froze downstairs as she heard the unmistakable tone of her son's voice ring through the thin walls of the house, and when Sirius's followed a moment later, she felt herself blushing. How embarrassing for her, she thought, and she busied herself in trying to finish her tea. It seemed three or four minutes before Sirius's infectious laughter sang through the house, and she heard Remus join in as well. She smiled. "Good for you, Remus," she said quietly, more to herself than to anyone else, and she went to the window, leaning her head against the frame as she waited for her husband to return home.
Remus and Sirius cleaned up with an old shirt, both having terrible cases of the giggles, and when they were decent enough to lie down in bed, they did not bother with clothes, instead curling up nude and warm together. Sirius lay behind Remus, his arm slung over his hips, and he kissed the back of his head. "Damn."
