But I know that waiting is all you can do...sometimes....

*pokes f-list*

Everyone is gone! The list is dead, ha ha ha. All the HP fans have abandoned LJ for fear of spoilers, so it's kinda dead around here.

I really need to clean the house. I also need to check when the others are coming down tonight.

Last night was great fun. We ended up with this huge big table doing the quiz and if we had gotten one more point we would have joint-third. Very funny. And they did this '80s round and our table where like 'What the fuck? We weren't even born for most if it!' Very funny. Also, such random guesses.

Ah well. Also met a couple of Efa's mates, including another girl called Efa/Aiofe who was great craic. We had a blinding laugh. I also got to doodle little pictures on Efa's arm, then I drew on her shoulder blade. Aiofe 2 looked at it and went "Oh my god, I can't believe you drew that!" Efa, my dear love, freaked out and she asked Collim and Laura-Jo (Whose nickname was LJ - I'm so lame) was it bad? They, the bad bastards, started laughing and saying 'It's pretty lifelike.' 'Your dad's going to freak Efa,' etc etc. Efa THREW her jacket on.

I had only drawn an anime elf girl.

That reminds me! We ended up having to prove to Efa it wasn't bad so we asked this GORGEOUS guy called Matthew on our team to take a picture of it. Which he did. But that's not the story.

LJ was pulling stuff out of her bag looking for her purse, I think, and ended up pulling out Vaseline. *grins* So Matthew, gorgeous pretty pretty boy, picked it up, groped this other guy Simon's knee and said 'Want to go to the toilets?' as he held the Vaseline tin up. Simon grinned and leaned in and said 'come on then' and they got up....But they only went to the bar.

^_^ It was a good night. And now I am going to clean...More....Again...

Also, self: Bacardi and Milk...yum~~~~!

Sirius/Remus. Unbetaed. 10 minutes.

I can feel your heartbeat beneath my fingertips. You gasp and your eyelashes flutter against my cheek - like little butterfly kisses. There's a strange sort of magic in the way you look at me - especially now, with your eyes hazy from sleep and awakening lust and the almost obscene way your lips part to gasp again.

It's just us two - you and I as if there's never been anyone else and there have never been years like gaping chasms between us - just us two again like when we were teenagers and horny and pressed against each other only to find after one day that we weren't just horny - there was something more there.

Your eyes look up and seek mine and emotions filter through them, catching and highlighting facets like some glorious prism and I know that each facet belongs to me and that every twist of the light and our bodies is something secret and safe. Something just for us.

Your heartbeat races faster and I can swear I can hear eternity in that pulse which echoes through me and pulsates harder as I flit my fingertips along the scars - old familiar friends and new ones to learn the story of - and suddenly touch isn't enough.

I have to taste them. So we twist again - sliding fluidly against each other like we're really the same body - and I press my lips gently - oh so gently - against the one across your heart. Old scars that are older now and we both have our unfair share of scar tissue. It doesn't matter. Especially not when you writhe and gasp against me like that when I trace my tongue over healing flesh to claim it as mine - as ours.

You moan just like you did when we were younger. I love you as much as I did then, no matter what's passed between us.

I swear I see starlight in your eyes, even when I'm the one named after a star. The night is ours - even those painful nights where you bleed in the change and the pain tore at me too. But none of that matters now.

Day and night are exactly the same when I'm in your arms and you smile at me, almost like you can't believe I'm here. The smile tears at my heart like it did back then but with the good type of pain and you kiss me - gently, reverently - at the corner of my mouth and I grin, burying my head into the hollow of your neck like an embarrassed kid. Then you tear at my heart even further with the good pain and it heals even faster and this is scar tissue I'll treasure and remember if things ever go wrong again because you nuzzle into me and say in a long breath out:

"Welcome home Padfoot."





Ah...I should be cleaning. June's coming in a few minutes.