The Day of the Full Moon Who: Remus Lupin and Severus Snape, later Moony alone. Where: Remus' cottage in Wales When: Thursday, 31st January 1999, early afternoon. Rating: NC-17 Other info: 0 days to the full moon.
It was the day of the full moon and everything annoyed Remus, making him antsy and tense and far too energetic. Being alone, he didn't hold back on those feelings and had spent most of the day either pacing or fiddling with some of the crumbling foundation stones outside, trying to read or trying to quench his almost unsatiable hunger. However, he couldn't concentrate on any one thing for a longer stretch of time, so everything was done more half-arsed than he cared to think about.
Severus would likely come soon. It wasn't soon enough though, which had nothing to do with the potion he would be bringing, and everything to do with what had happened at the picnic. Remus still vividly remembered kissing the man, tasting him and feeling the length of Severus' body against him, feeling his desire. Remus groaned with frustration and pent up want at the memory and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Today was definitely not the best day to see Severus. Remus had half expected the man at breakfast – as far away from the night of the full moon as possible. But when nothing had happened, Remus considered lunch time the next best possibility. Or just after, at least.
There was no more chocolate and he'd had too much tea already. Checking the cupboards again wouldn't help, he chided himself even as he twitched to do it..
It wasn't as bad as it had been when he'd used the other, more inferior, potion. He'd been in a right state then, locking himself up already around noon so he wouldn't end up doing something foolish. In a strange way, he was looking forward to the full moon, this time fully without the dementia, even if the actual pain of the transformation would be unchanged. It would be less stressful, and definitely less painful the day after, since he wouldn't be biting and clawing at himself while locked up.
Remus gave up on the book and rose from the sofa to stoke the fire, to pace, to wait for Severus to turn up and definitely hoping he would be able to control himself in the face of obvious temptation.
He almost hoped the man would be snarky, abrasive, calling Remus derogatory names, sneering at him, being … disgusted. Remus would be able to deal with that perfectly, as long as he kept a distance between them. But he was terribly afraid the opposite would be the case and Remus wasn't at all sure he could maintain any kind of distance then.
"Buggering hell," Remus murmured to himself as he stopped in front of the small window looking out over the forest behind his cottage with his arms folded over his chest. Gods, it would be so good to run out there tonight, to howl at the moon, to exhaust himself, to play and just be … free. Remus' heart pounded in his chest as if he was already out there now, running.
With Severus' potion there would be no danger… it would be safe… a tempting voice crooned in his head, Moony's voice. Remus drew a deep breath and held it. It wouldn't be safe, there would be danger. He might not be in a demented frenzy to bite and tear and kill and eat… but he'd still be Moony, a wolf with needs and wants and without anybody to keep him distracted and busy. Remus leaned forward and closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the cold window pane, hoping in vain it would cool him down.