Cold Flesh by wildestranger

[shackinup_sesa]

Title: Cold Flesh
Author: wildestranger
Summary: Sirius has been stealing Remus' fags for two months now. Remus has yet to comment.
Rating: R
Recipient: taffetablue

Comments

[avoteforla]

Sirius wakes to cold sheets and a bony hand on his shoulder. There's a sharp smell in his room, sour wine and his coat stinking of cigarettes. He should be used to it by now, but nicotine and tar are still Remus-smells, not his own like motor-oil and bitter alcohol and leather.

BWAH. OMFG. ♥ I LOVE THIS. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!

[wildestranger]

Thank you, I'm so pleased you liked it! I tried to make it fairly angsty, but with Sirius, it doesn't take that much effort. :)

[kestrelsan]

This is a fascinating look at Sirius--there's a bite to him here, bringing out his potential for diffidence, for coldness; I really like how you've drawn the character.

[wildestranger]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

[littledust]

It starts to rain and Sirius feels like a cliché.

Oh, one of my favorite lines that I've ever come across. This fic is bitter, bitter, and just perfect.

[wildestranger]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[penknife]

Oh, ouch. I like this a lot, painful and tense, with nothing easy.

[wildestranger]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked. :)

[midnitemaraud_r]

Ouch! *sigh* So biting and harsh and real and full of tension and longing and sex... Hurtful and delicious!

[wildestranger]

Thank you! I'm glad it worked for you. :)