When those precious few hours of sleep did come to him, they were full of dreams of Remus. Always Remus. Sometimes just after transforming, sleeping on the old dusty bed in the Shrieking Shack. Sometimes shirtless and warm, sliding his hands over Sirius’ chest, breathing against his neck. But usually more banal than that – getting out of bed in the morning and pulling on his robe. Brushing his teeth and spitting into the sink. Sitting in the library, reading, one hand pulling at the ends of his hair.
This? This is perfect. I love that it's the little, everyday things that Sirius misses.
And the kissing in the alley was very hot. This fic made me quite happy. :)
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Date: 2004-11-16 04:29 pm (UTC)When those precious few hours of sleep did come to him, they were full of dreams of Remus. Always Remus. Sometimes just after transforming, sleeping on the old dusty bed in the Shrieking Shack. Sometimes shirtless and warm, sliding his hands over Sirius’ chest, breathing against his neck. But usually more banal than that – getting out of bed in the morning and pulling on his robe. Brushing his teeth and spitting into the sink. Sitting in the library, reading, one hand pulling at the ends of his hair.
This? This is perfect. I love that it's the little, everyday things that Sirius misses.
And the kissing in the alley was very hot. This fic made me quite happy. :)