“Bloody Death Eaters,” he mutters, shaking his head. He doesn’t want to think about it.
The whooshing sound from the living room fireplace, closely followed by a thud, indicates that Sirius is home.
Good distraction, Remus thinks, still watching the window. The sky is already dark, has been all day, with this rain. He can hear Sirius warding
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I especially like the whole push-pull dynamic of their relationship in this one.
Super-good stuff :D
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Off topic, is that Carrie Bradshaw in your icon? I love that show so much. ♥
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Yup, it is. I tracked down some episodes on HBO On-Demand, yay (because apparently I'm too lazy to get off the couch and find my DVDs).
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I love how your Remus intially attempted to resist Sirius' advances - it seems very much like the sort of thing he would do.
I totally agree!
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"He knows there isn’t. There’s no Order meeting, there’s no night class at the Muggle uni he attends part-time. There are no dinner plans with Peter and his new girlfriend. No horrible wedding-planning activities from which James must be rescued. No new recipe Lily wants them to try. For once, they have no obligations. Except perhaps sex in the kitchen."
Weeee! This whole fic was great, especially the fact that there was witty banter during sex ~lol~ A thousand kudos :)
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Superbly written! well done!
love Bea xx
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“You come home and do a striptease in the kitchen,” mutters Remus. “You prance around like a great spoiled prat and you steal my drink. Now you want to bandy witticisms when we should be having sex?”
Love your take on the pups.
*scurries off to read the rest*
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