Characters: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black Date: Forward-dated: Saturday 13th January, 1979 Setting:The Golden Grid Content: Wolfstar mushiness Summary: They have the talk and re-do their clams date Status: Incomplete
Remus had just about come down from the cloud of Christmas. The attack still weighed heavily on him, and he made a conscious effort to check in with his father as often as possible. While there had been other more domestic stressful points (he still had some concerns over the whole Ted and Andromeda public connection), his memories were filled with glitter and tinsel, cinnamon and long glorious mornings (and nights) in that bed. Going back to life on the road may well have tugged at his heart just a little, but there was also no denying that Remus was behind on several important bits of reading surrounding Sirius' grand educational plans. Not that he was happy to be away from Sirius (far from it), but reading had a way of taking the back-seat when there were pillow-forts and, er, sex to be had.
Merlin, that still felt odd to think about. He had slept with Sirius. And it hadn't ended in embarrassment or regret. In fact, Sirius had opened his eyes to just what the human body was capable of--what he was capable of. While he wasn't about to wax lyrical about his own body any time soon, he at least was open to the possibility that it wasn't quite as horrendous as he had always assumed. Or at least, Sirius seemed content enough so that would have to be enough for now.
By the third day on the road, the reading really wasn't keeping his attention (and Ted made it very clear that he thought Remus would lose his eye-sight soon with all of the car-reading-while-also-journalling--AND HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE, REMUS LUPIN). Fortunately, all the journalling ended with a plan for the weekend that Sirius agreed to let him sort out. Remus really wanted a re-do on the clams... and perhaps a nice, quiet location to have a discussion that had been playing on his mind.
The place was on the water-front, a beautiful warm light cascading onto the promenade in the darkness of the winter months. They were still keeping things discrete (which was clearly much harder for Sirius than Remus), but Remus did make a point of squeezing his hand softly before entering the place.