greetings from burlington
Aug. 15th, 2004 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousapelliwell, i'm here. A more hilarious post to follow, but i have arrived in Burlington and put together a futon and cleaned out a tub for the rat to live in temporarily and am now ready to die.
I hope I made the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
merry_smutmas cutoff... *pokes comm*
Ellen says "WHANG WHANG WHANG" which i think means we may have left her alone too long.
If you really loved me, you would leave me comment ficlets to come back to, because i won't be good for anything but unpacking for the next few days.
*hugs flist without devoting hours to perusing it*
I hope I made the
merry_smutmas cutoff... *pokes comm*Ellen says "WHANG WHANG WHANG" which i think means we may have left her alone too long.
If you really loved me, you would leave me comment ficlets to come back to, because i won't be good for anything but unpacking for the next few days.
*hugs flist without devoting hours to perusing it*
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Date: 2004-08-15 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-16 02:50 pm (UTC)thank you, thank you! I'm excited for another go round already!
Coming Home
Date: 2004-08-15 08:46 pm (UTC)He never tells Sirius this, though he's mentioned it to Peter once or twice, but he thinks Sirius knows.
He holds his breath as he opens the door, steels himself for the possible emptiness of the flat, but no, Sirius is there, sprawled on the couch, dressed only in a pair of black jeans and looking like a young Dionysus, his hair damp and spread out on the pillows, his bare chest rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep.
Sirius doesn't work, and doesn't need to. He tells Remus not to bother, either, but Remus likes working, likes the freedom of it, when he can get it.
Remus strips off his tweed blazer and gently unbuttons his shirt, slipping out of his loafers and leaving them neatly in the front hall, beside Sirius's motorbike (which doesn't belong inside, but Remus never has the heart to tell him to put her outside) and the umbrella stand Peter gave them as a housewarming gift.
He knows this hallway -- he can walk the whole flat with his eyes shut (it's really very tiny, not at all big enough for two people, especially not one who takes up as much space as Sirius Black, but Remus finds it comforting usually, instead of claustrophobic) which allows him to concentrate on Sirius's body, and all the things he's going to do to him.
Sirius stirs and mumbles as Remus approaches, one leg kicking out as if he were changed into Padfoot and dreaming of chasing rabbits. Remus avoids it easily and kneels down on the floor next to him.
He blows softly into Sirius's ear, dips his tongue into the delicate whorls, then licks at the sensitive spot beneath, which always makes Sirius moan.
Then he slides his lips along Sirius's stubbled jaw, enjoying the taste of Sirius's skin and sweat and a hint of soap.
Sirius's breath hitches and his eyelids flutter, but he doesn't open them.
Coming Home, part 2
Date: 2004-08-15 08:46 pm (UTC)He eases Sirius's flies open, feathers his lips over the soft skin of Sirius's belly before following the trail of hair down to Sirius's hardening cock.
He slides his fingers up and down the shaft lightly first, loosely, before bending to take the head in his mouth, licking along the slit.
Sirius groans above him, and Remus laughs, the vibrations making Sirius moan again.
"Awake are we?" Remus asks lifting his head.
"Fuck, Remus, don't stop."
Remus obliges, one hand cupping and squeezing Sirius's balls while the other strokes his shaft more firmly now before taking it in his mouth again.
He loves the feel of Sirius's cock in his mouth, hard and heavy on his tongue, the velvet heat of it going straight to his own cock, along with the wordless cries Sirius makes as he twines his fingers in Remus's hair and tries to hold him still. Remus stops moving, lets Sirius fuck his mouth, opening wide and taking him deep until Sirius is coming, nutty, bitter semen sliding down Remus's throat. He swallows it all, sucking and licking until Sirius is spent.
He looks up to see Sirius smiling sleepily at him, stretching his arms above his head.
"Good day at work?"
"Mmm hmm," Remus replies, licking his lips.
He stands and strips his trousers and y-fronts off in one quick movement, leaving them on the floor with his socks balled up on top. He climbs onto the couch and straddles Sirius's hips.
"Even better now that I'm home."
He leans forward for a hello kiss, hands tangling in Sirius's soft, dark hair, hips already thrusting against Sirius's body, and silently thanks the fates again that it isn't all a dream, and that Sirius is waiting for him when he comes home every day.
******
Also,
Re: Coming Home, part 2
Date: 2004-08-16 03:03 pm (UTC)Re: Coming Home, part 2
Date: 2004-08-16 09:27 pm (UTC)Geometric Love (con't) H/R -- ELLEN'S FAULT.
Date: 2004-08-15 09:00 pm (UTC)Ron had grumbled under his breath. He hated it when people like that were right.
"We aren't going to fit."
Harry made a scoffing noise and sat down on the toilet. "You don't know that."
Ron jabbed a finger at him. "I do so."
Harry pulled out his pack of cigs and stuck one in his mouth, He offered one to Ron, but Ron declined with a shake of his head. "So," Harry muttered around the fag, as he lit it with his wand, "where'd you figure two people can't fit in something that size?"
Ron felt a warmth rising in his cheeks.
Harry snorted clouds of smoke out his nostrils as he laughed. "Go on."
"'M not telling."
Harry rose and took a step across the small bathroom. He wrapped his arms around Ron's waist, and nuzzled at the other's neck. "You will," he murmured into the warm, freckled flesh.
Ron pushed him away, his face burning. "Private!"
Harry's grin was wide and mocking. "If you won't tell, them I'm just going to have to find out for myself, now won't I?"
"... What?"
Harry began to unbutton his shirt. "I believe I meant, 'Get your kit off and get in the shower, Weasley.'"
Ron smiled slyly, pulled his t-shirt over his head, and turned on the water.
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Re: Geometric Love (con't) H/R -- ELLEN'S FAULT.
Date: 2004-08-16 03:05 pm (UTC)I would be really really funny if they didn't actually fit, and Hermione had to come extract them.
"Honestly, don't you two have any sense? CLEARLY you were not going to fit in the shower! Ron, I told you that yesterday! What did you think that man was leering at us for? Well, if you're going to be like THAT, Ron Weasley, I'll be leaving you righ there!" *slams door*
Re: Geometric Love (con't) H/R -- ELLEN'S FAULT.
Date: 2004-08-16 03:43 pm (UTC)Glad you do.
Sadly enough, those two probably would get stuck...
Harry turned off the water and began to slam his fist against the plexiglas door.
"What are you *doing*?"
"We're stuck."
"*What*?"
"We're stuck-"
"I *heard* you-"
"I mean, I can't get the door open with both of us in here."
"So why're you pounding on the door?"
"... So that Hermione'll hear and come *rescue* us, you prat."
Ron scratched at his neck. "Um. That might be a problem."
"WHY?"
"... Because Hermione had to go out shopping. Emergency. She needs a can opener and a spatula so she can make supper."
"Oh, bugger. We're stuck until she gets back, aren't we?"
"Mmm-hm. And then she'll kill us."
"If we're lucky."