The lentils got a bit uncool, floor-wise (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} arcadian_dream) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} jazzandpipes,@ 2008-05-28 11:26:00 |
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| Entry tags: | hp fics, pairing: remus/sirius |
The Best Medicine: Potterverse; Remus/Sirius
Title: The Best Medicine
Author: arcadian_dream
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Warnings: slash, uber-fluff
Disclaimer: JKR's, I'm just playing.
Summary: Sirius keeps Remus company after the full moon.
Author's Notes: originally written as a birthday gift for forest_rose on Livejournal.
Words: 496
Comments: are <3
Remus groaned. He sighed deeply into his pillow, the cracked skin of his lips grazed the cotton pillowcase. Slivers of split skin wept slightly, leaving small specks of blood on the white fabric. He licked the tender flesh, his tongue moistening the dry skin, absorbing the unmistakable taste of blood.
Remus swallowed. He opened his eyes, his sight distorted by the position of his face pressed against his pillow as he lay on his stomach. Remus tried to push himself up from his prostrate position, but his aching bones refused to allow him such a vast degree of movement.
“Try not to move, Moony,” a gentle growl whispered, the command hovering in the air nearby. Remus twisted his neck to the side.
“Sirius,” he croaked as his eyes fell upon the shaggy-haired youth sitting cross-legged beside him on the bed.
“Ssh,” Sirius whispered. His long fingers trailed slowly up the back of Remus’ neck, before immersing themselves in Remus’ auburn-tinged mop. His fingers pressed tenderly at Remus’ skull, gently massaging his flesh.
“Padfoot,” Remus groaned as Sirius’ touch ignited a series of shivers that travelled along the length of his spine.
“Ssh,” Sirius urged once more, his fingers emerging from the back of Remus’ skull and caressing the fine hairs on the back of his neck; the tiny, pimply pockets of oil dotted over his bony, bare back.
Sirius’ fingers continued to map intricate trails of friction over Remus’ stretched and sore skin while he dozed contentedly. Suddenly, the warm, familiar feel of Sirius’ fingers left Remus’ body.
“Hey,” Remus said, attempting to crane his neck to see what had caused such pleasant proceedings to halt.
“Ssh,” Sirius mouthed once more as he placed his right index finger in the centre of Remus’ back, more powerfully this time: the increased pressure of his touch left a momentary indentation in the scarred skin as Sirius made a single downward stroke – the letter, “I.”
Immediately following completion of this letter, Sirius added the letters L, O, V and E to the invisible script.
Remus, resting his head on his hands, could not suppress the rosy blush that had risen in his cheeks as he realised how Sirius’ sentence would invariably end.
As Sirius was about to begin the final word of the only poetry he had ever written, he withdrew his finger. Smirking mischievously, Sirius leaned in, laying his head carefully against Remus’: “you,” he breathed into Remus’ expectant ear; “You.”
Remus grinned sheepishly into his pillow. He opened his mouth to speak, to verbally reciprocate the sentiment that Sirius had given him, but was hushed:
“Ssh,” Sirius muttered, “Sleep.” He slowly heaved himself up off the bed, the mattress springs squeaking sporadically with his shifting weight.
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