FLU-MARRIAGE-FINGERLICKING
Title- Getting Flu and then Trying to Get Married; When Fingerlicking Goes Wrong.
Author- Me. The one in denial about Zebra-dom. (closet_zebra )
Rating- PG-13
Pairing: Sirius/ Remus. *Rolls eyes*
SUMMARY?- Remus is ill with the flu. So, of course, Sirius tries to cheer him up. Romance, naughtiness, fluff, snickering and eye rolling. OH and one very bruised Sirius Black arse (the dormroom floor is particularly hard apparently.)
Merci beucoup- As ALWAYS to the love that is sam_can_do_it Trust me, I am so crap without her.
Getting Flu and then Trying to Get Married; When Fingerlicking Goes Wrong.
Remus had reached that stage of frustrating sickness where he’d almost lost the will to care about anything at all. He kind of wanted to cry, the crushing power of no sleep and constant, dull aching pain driving him to the edge a little quicker than he would have liked, and there wasn’t really anything he seemed to be able to do about it. In honestly, he just couldn’t believe that he’d caught the flu. It is unbelievably unfair after just going through another full moon. He sniffed deeply and just stared at the ceiling of his four poster bed in the silent dormitory, until, of course, the silence was broken, as it always was, by something tall and annoying and boyish.
‘Man, Moony,’ Sirius is tall and boyish and way too good looking when Remus is sick and just wants to curl into a ball and shrivel up into nothing. He sat on the end of Remus’ bed with a soft ‘thunk,’ smiling sympathetically and, Remus thinks with a twinge of half-happiness, lovingly. ‘You’re still not well? I can’t be doing with all this. When are you going to be better again?’
Remus just stared at him, hippogriffs having a violent wrestling match somewhere deep within his brain, and frowned, ‘Oh well I was thinking I’d probably get better today,’ he says sarcastically. ‘You know. Bit bored of it all now after all.’ Sarcasm isn’t a good colour on Remus, a little like white or bright red.
Sirius laughed a little and reached out to take Remus' hand in a gentle grip, slipping his fingers through Remus’ with the natural ease of habit. He shifted a little closer while his other hand reached up to brush away the fringe that had been blocking Remus’ right eye for almost an hour without Remus having the energy to move it himself. Remus just made a whimpery, half sniffly noise and tried to remember to be glaring at Sirius as his beautiful grey eyes stared into his with open concern.
‘I’m getting bored without having you to stare at all day, you silly git,’ Sirius’ smile was wide and gorgeous and irritatingly kissable as he looked at Remus with half narrowed eyes. His hands, Remus couldn’t help but think, were bloody freezing. ‘You’ve got a fever you know love. Bad one I think too.’
Remus just groaned loudly and closed his eyes, his free hand came up to curl into his fringe and drag it from his forehead, pulling it and holding it back from his face as Remus sucks in a deep breath.
Sirius, eyes watching him intently, shuffled that little bit closer and sighed with increased sympathy, pretty much all the sympathy he could manage, at the state of his boyfriend, lying in bed with a raging flu. It wasn’t fair at all, Sirius mused. The worst thing was that Remus couldn’t just be cured like everyone else with a potion from Madame Pomfrey as it only played havoc with his werewolf immune system and within the space of three weeks he would be needing it all the time.
‘Anything I can do, Moony?’ Sirius asked gently, the sincerity in his voice a worrying change from his normal joke-laden tone.
Remus went, with honest intent, to say that he was really quite fine, but, with eyes still closed, only managed to make a sniffly half groan that came out all funny and wavy.
His fingers.
Are in Sirius’ mouth.
He couldn’t even work out how they had got to where they were; all happy and warm and sending fuzzy, confused messages to Remus’ spine and thudding brain, but that’s definitely where they were. They had to be there, Remus decided, as Sirius’ tongue licked each digit and pulled it between his soft lips.
‘Love, S- Pads?’ Remus said sadly, finally opening his eyes with a deep sniff. ‘What are you doing?’
Sirius shifted and sat with his legs on either side of Remus’ hips before looking up into Remus’ wide, half sleeping eyes and smiling in a way that was obviously an attempt to put some cheer into his sick lover. ‘I’m trying to make my adorable boyfriend feel better,’ he nodded, as though that sentence suddenly made the whole thing make perfect sense. Which, of course, to Sirius it did.
‘But… but Sirius, I’m…’ When Remus’ first attempt at ending the sentence failed with a giant sneeze that made Sirius pull back ever so slightly, he gave up with the attempt and just lay back again, the fingers of his left hand still against Sirius’ hot tongue. Closing his eyes again, he wondered what it would be like if his boyfriend wasn’t such a freaking pain in the arse.
Sirius trailed his tongue along Remus’ fingertips and down his fingers in long, tickling strokes which made Remus sigh loudly and close his eyes that little bit tighter. He placed a kiss inside his boyfriend’s palm and watched him shudder; half from fever and half from the tingling shiver that Sirius’ lips caused throughout his whole body.
‘Sick.’ Remus supplied, after a long moment of elongated silence that wrapped itself around the bed and the two of them, pushed together so close. He coughed hard, shaking the bed and Sirius above him and leading him to groan loudly.
‘Oh Merlin,’ A disgusted voice moaned from the door as James and Peter got back to the dormroom. Remus didn’t even open his eyes, but, beneath the thudding of his hurting brain, he listened as his two friends traipsed back into the room and threw bags onto beds. ‘I thought Moony was sick.’
‘He is,’ Sirius said gloomily, not moving from where he was still strandling Remus’ half reluctant body. ‘My poor baby,’ he licked Remus’ cheek and snickered lightly when Remus groaned again and put a hot, feverish palm across his mouth to push him away. ‘Moony is definitely sick if he won’t let me lick him.’
Both Peter and James groaned with disgust in perfectly seamless unison, rolling their eyes and looking away as Sirius smirked and ran a hand down Remus’ sick body.
‘Must you, Pads?’ James said with a mask of exasperation that would put even Remus to shame. ‘Can’t you even keep your hands off him when he’s sick?’
‘NO!’ Sirius half yelled, indignation stamped across his face. Beneath him Remus shifted ever so slightly and sighed, the slightest whimper leaving his lips as he covered his eyes and pressed his still wet fingertips into his forehead. Sirius talked loudly when he didn’t have the flu. ‘In sickness and in health.’
‘Oh, so you’re married now?’ James sniggered, looking over Remus with a flicker of sympathy. From his bed, Peter chuckled from within his bag.
‘Close enough.’ Sirius smirked, cocking an eyebrow at James before staring back down at the suffering face of the love of his life. It kind of made his heart ache. Or it would have, if Remus so helpless didn’t kind of turn him on too. He knew he was sick but Remus was just one of those things you could count on to get you all hot under the collar, no matter what state he was in, though the fever was not usually included.
Beneath him, amber eyes opened reluctantly to consider him and appeared again from beneath long, thin fingers, before a quiet voice croaked, ‘What?’
‘What do you mean, what?’ Sirius laughed and rolled his eyes at the three of them, mostly at Remus as most of his attention was on the tawny boy beneath him but really a kind of eye rolling that blessed them all with just a little bit of annoyance.
‘You want to marry, Moony?’ James frowned, a look of shock on his face. Sirius glanced up to see the same look mirrored three times. Once, by James, who managed to look shocked and amused at the same time. Secondly by Peter, who seemed to act as a simple shadow of James. And thirdly, and finally, beneath him soft gold tinted eyes, round and confused and, more than anything, sick.
‘He can’t though,’ Peter said in a very reasonable voice. ‘Even if he did want to, he can’t.’
‘Yes, but want and can’t are two extremely different things aren’t they?’ James added with an impatient gesture at Peter. ‘I want Lily but I can’t have her… which, as I always point out, is utterly unfair.’
‘Of course I want to marry, Moony,’ Sirius sighed, interrupting James before he went off on a rant about the evilness of red-headed girls who wouldn’t date him and his amazingly sexy self. ‘It’s Moony. Who wouldn’t want to marry him?’
‘Me,’ James answered with a bemused look.
‘Second that.’ Peter laughed, sharing a look with James.
Beneath him, Remus coughed loudly before croaking, ‘Can I third it? Just for my own sake?’ With a look of pure helplessness, he shifted ever so slightly beneath Sirius and pushed a fingertip hard against his temple.
Sirius smiled as the other two metaphorically disappeared from the room and it was only the two of them again. ‘I’d marry you though, even if you wouldn’t marry yourself?’
‘Yeah?’ Remus smiled, wearily.
‘You’re the sweetest, nicest boy in the whole world and you have an arse that just begs to be bitten,’ Sirius snickered as beneath him Remus reddened ever so slightly and glanced at James and Peter. ‘If I could marry you, we’d already be buying your dress.’
‘You’d wear the dress,’ Remus mumbled with a little laugh that left shyness hanging between them, mingled with all the germs that Remus couldn’t help but imagine where hanging around him. ‘You’d make such a pretty bride, after all.’
‘I love you,’ Sirius smirked, leaning closer and placing a kiss against Remus’ lips that, within a moment, he had deepened with hands and teeth and tongues.
A second later he was on the floor with a very bruised arse and James and Peter laughing nastily behind him. He whined loudly and rubbed at his beautiful backside tenderly, half glaring at his boyfriend who was still lying in bed.
‘I’m sick,’ Remus rolled his eyes with a disapproving look at him, sniffling loudly and turning over on the bed to face the wall. Sirius pulled himself up and watched as the sick boy on the bed beneath him covered his head with a blanket.
‘Ruddy werewolves,’ He grumbled, desperately fighting down the grin that was hiding beneath his scowl.
Author- Me. The one in denial about Zebra-dom. (closet_zebra )
Rating- PG-13
Pairing: Sirius/ Remus. *Rolls eyes*
SUMMARY?- Remus is ill with the flu. So, of course, Sirius tries to cheer him up. Romance, naughtiness, fluff, snickering and eye rolling. OH and one very bruised Sirius Black arse (the dormroom floor is particularly hard apparently.)
Merci beucoup- As ALWAYS to the love that is sam_can_do_it Trust me, I am so crap without her.
Getting Flu and then Trying to Get Married; When Fingerlicking Goes Wrong.
Remus had reached that stage of frustrating sickness where he’d almost lost the will to care about anything at all. He kind of wanted to cry, the crushing power of no sleep and constant, dull aching pain driving him to the edge a little quicker than he would have liked, and there wasn’t really anything he seemed to be able to do about it. In honestly, he just couldn’t believe that he’d caught the flu. It is unbelievably unfair after just going through another full moon. He sniffed deeply and just stared at the ceiling of his four poster bed in the silent dormitory, until, of course, the silence was broken, as it always was, by something tall and annoying and boyish.
‘Man, Moony,’ Sirius is tall and boyish and way too good looking when Remus is sick and just wants to curl into a ball and shrivel up into nothing. He sat on the end of Remus’ bed with a soft ‘thunk,’ smiling sympathetically and, Remus thinks with a twinge of half-happiness, lovingly. ‘You’re still not well? I can’t be doing with all this. When are you going to be better again?’
Remus just stared at him, hippogriffs having a violent wrestling match somewhere deep within his brain, and frowned, ‘Oh well I was thinking I’d probably get better today,’ he says sarcastically. ‘You know. Bit bored of it all now after all.’ Sarcasm isn’t a good colour on Remus, a little like white or bright red.
Sirius laughed a little and reached out to take Remus' hand in a gentle grip, slipping his fingers through Remus’ with the natural ease of habit. He shifted a little closer while his other hand reached up to brush away the fringe that had been blocking Remus’ right eye for almost an hour without Remus having the energy to move it himself. Remus just made a whimpery, half sniffly noise and tried to remember to be glaring at Sirius as his beautiful grey eyes stared into his with open concern.
‘I’m getting bored without having you to stare at all day, you silly git,’ Sirius’ smile was wide and gorgeous and irritatingly kissable as he looked at Remus with half narrowed eyes. His hands, Remus couldn’t help but think, were bloody freezing. ‘You’ve got a fever you know love. Bad one I think too.’
Remus just groaned loudly and closed his eyes, his free hand came up to curl into his fringe and drag it from his forehead, pulling it and holding it back from his face as Remus sucks in a deep breath.
Sirius, eyes watching him intently, shuffled that little bit closer and sighed with increased sympathy, pretty much all the sympathy he could manage, at the state of his boyfriend, lying in bed with a raging flu. It wasn’t fair at all, Sirius mused. The worst thing was that Remus couldn’t just be cured like everyone else with a potion from Madame Pomfrey as it only played havoc with his werewolf immune system and within the space of three weeks he would be needing it all the time.
‘Anything I can do, Moony?’ Sirius asked gently, the sincerity in his voice a worrying change from his normal joke-laden tone.
Remus went, with honest intent, to say that he was really quite fine, but, with eyes still closed, only managed to make a sniffly half groan that came out all funny and wavy.
His fingers.
Are in Sirius’ mouth.
He couldn’t even work out how they had got to where they were; all happy and warm and sending fuzzy, confused messages to Remus’ spine and thudding brain, but that’s definitely where they were. They had to be there, Remus decided, as Sirius’ tongue licked each digit and pulled it between his soft lips.
‘Love, S- Pads?’ Remus said sadly, finally opening his eyes with a deep sniff. ‘What are you doing?’
Sirius shifted and sat with his legs on either side of Remus’ hips before looking up into Remus’ wide, half sleeping eyes and smiling in a way that was obviously an attempt to put some cheer into his sick lover. ‘I’m trying to make my adorable boyfriend feel better,’ he nodded, as though that sentence suddenly made the whole thing make perfect sense. Which, of course, to Sirius it did.
‘But… but Sirius, I’m…’ When Remus’ first attempt at ending the sentence failed with a giant sneeze that made Sirius pull back ever so slightly, he gave up with the attempt and just lay back again, the fingers of his left hand still against Sirius’ hot tongue. Closing his eyes again, he wondered what it would be like if his boyfriend wasn’t such a freaking pain in the arse.
Sirius trailed his tongue along Remus’ fingertips and down his fingers in long, tickling strokes which made Remus sigh loudly and close his eyes that little bit tighter. He placed a kiss inside his boyfriend’s palm and watched him shudder; half from fever and half from the tingling shiver that Sirius’ lips caused throughout his whole body.
‘Sick.’ Remus supplied, after a long moment of elongated silence that wrapped itself around the bed and the two of them, pushed together so close. He coughed hard, shaking the bed and Sirius above him and leading him to groan loudly.
‘Oh Merlin,’ A disgusted voice moaned from the door as James and Peter got back to the dormroom. Remus didn’t even open his eyes, but, beneath the thudding of his hurting brain, he listened as his two friends traipsed back into the room and threw bags onto beds. ‘I thought Moony was sick.’
‘He is,’ Sirius said gloomily, not moving from where he was still strandling Remus’ half reluctant body. ‘My poor baby,’ he licked Remus’ cheek and snickered lightly when Remus groaned again and put a hot, feverish palm across his mouth to push him away. ‘Moony is definitely sick if he won’t let me lick him.’
Both Peter and James groaned with disgust in perfectly seamless unison, rolling their eyes and looking away as Sirius smirked and ran a hand down Remus’ sick body.
‘Must you, Pads?’ James said with a mask of exasperation that would put even Remus to shame. ‘Can’t you even keep your hands off him when he’s sick?’
‘NO!’ Sirius half yelled, indignation stamped across his face. Beneath him Remus shifted ever so slightly and sighed, the slightest whimper leaving his lips as he covered his eyes and pressed his still wet fingertips into his forehead. Sirius talked loudly when he didn’t have the flu. ‘In sickness and in health.’
‘Oh, so you’re married now?’ James sniggered, looking over Remus with a flicker of sympathy. From his bed, Peter chuckled from within his bag.
‘Close enough.’ Sirius smirked, cocking an eyebrow at James before staring back down at the suffering face of the love of his life. It kind of made his heart ache. Or it would have, if Remus so helpless didn’t kind of turn him on too. He knew he was sick but Remus was just one of those things you could count on to get you all hot under the collar, no matter what state he was in, though the fever was not usually included.
Beneath him, amber eyes opened reluctantly to consider him and appeared again from beneath long, thin fingers, before a quiet voice croaked, ‘What?’
‘What do you mean, what?’ Sirius laughed and rolled his eyes at the three of them, mostly at Remus as most of his attention was on the tawny boy beneath him but really a kind of eye rolling that blessed them all with just a little bit of annoyance.
‘You want to marry, Moony?’ James frowned, a look of shock on his face. Sirius glanced up to see the same look mirrored three times. Once, by James, who managed to look shocked and amused at the same time. Secondly by Peter, who seemed to act as a simple shadow of James. And thirdly, and finally, beneath him soft gold tinted eyes, round and confused and, more than anything, sick.
‘He can’t though,’ Peter said in a very reasonable voice. ‘Even if he did want to, he can’t.’
‘Yes, but want and can’t are two extremely different things aren’t they?’ James added with an impatient gesture at Peter. ‘I want Lily but I can’t have her… which, as I always point out, is utterly unfair.’
‘Of course I want to marry, Moony,’ Sirius sighed, interrupting James before he went off on a rant about the evilness of red-headed girls who wouldn’t date him and his amazingly sexy self. ‘It’s Moony. Who wouldn’t want to marry him?’
‘Me,’ James answered with a bemused look.
‘Second that.’ Peter laughed, sharing a look with James.
Beneath him, Remus coughed loudly before croaking, ‘Can I third it? Just for my own sake?’ With a look of pure helplessness, he shifted ever so slightly beneath Sirius and pushed a fingertip hard against his temple.
Sirius smiled as the other two metaphorically disappeared from the room and it was only the two of them again. ‘I’d marry you though, even if you wouldn’t marry yourself?’
‘Yeah?’ Remus smiled, wearily.
‘You’re the sweetest, nicest boy in the whole world and you have an arse that just begs to be bitten,’ Sirius snickered as beneath him Remus reddened ever so slightly and glanced at James and Peter. ‘If I could marry you, we’d already be buying your dress.’
‘You’d wear the dress,’ Remus mumbled with a little laugh that left shyness hanging between them, mingled with all the germs that Remus couldn’t help but imagine where hanging around him. ‘You’d make such a pretty bride, after all.’
‘I love you,’ Sirius smirked, leaning closer and placing a kiss against Remus’ lips that, within a moment, he had deepened with hands and teeth and tongues.
A second later he was on the floor with a very bruised arse and James and Peter laughing nastily behind him. He whined loudly and rubbed at his beautiful backside tenderly, half glaring at his boyfriend who was still lying in bed.
‘I’m sick,’ Remus rolled his eyes with a disapproving look at him, sniffling loudly and turning over on the bed to face the wall. Sirius pulled himself up and watched as the sick boy on the bed beneath him covered his head with a blanket.
‘Ruddy werewolves,’ He grumbled, desperately fighting down the grin that was hiding beneath his scowl.