klena | as if you have a choice, even if you cannot hear my voice

I've been in a wierdly good mood today. Things keep striking me just at the right time. I have cried today but it's been happy crying. Bizarre happy crying.

I spent two hours outside ironing (can we say whipped much?) and I was listening to 'Run' by Snow Patrol and the sun was sorta shining behind clouds and then "Light up, light up" was sung and the clouds parted and the sun was blistering. It was fucking awesome

I got angry today thinking about parade season but I'm not going to. I will rant about it, probably on the Tuesday if there is trouble, but I just can't now. I'm too....In a laconic sorta mood to think about things like that.

I have blistered feet from Belfast but I'm good. It isn't bothering me so much anymore. And the girls and I talked about America and how we can't believe it's happening and how much FUN we're going to have and Elizabeth and I talked about Star Wars AGAIN. And how we destroyed it for June etc. June hummed as we talked, hahahaha.

We had such fun on the bus going up. But then again we always do.

And as we waited for June's dad to pick me and June up at the end of it all, I got Elizabeth in a head-lock-hug and she turned AND BIT ME. On the boob! I asked June for sympathy and she asked what happened. My response?
She bit me on the boob! But she didn't get the nipple. The nipple's the best part.

Ah well. Good times.

My laptop is KICKING MY ASS. File space is disappearing EVERYWHERE and I don't know why it's happening. That and Microsoft Word is fucked up. And I can't get my ~~slash~~ ~~porn~~ work off the laptop because the removable CD drive doesn't work either. Tragic, tragic!

So! Without further rambling (because I had all these points earlier on and I forgot them all)A drabble! For

trowicia because she rocks and I couldn't help her the other day. My guilt kicked my ass. ^_~ I'm sorry this isn't better. The words had trouble coming out!

Remus isn't sure what he expects from Sirius after their first full moon on their own. James -finally- managed to break Lily's barriers and got a date and Peter had to serve a detention with McGonagall - 'Professor McGonagall!' his brain balks - for falling asleep in Transfiguration. Again. So it was just going to be him and Sirius. On their first full moon alone since 'The Prank.'

Before the change clawed his brain to nothing more than shredded rags of thought, he worried about what the wolf would do to Padfoot. The burn of the wolf's anger at being betrayed by a pack mate was still fresh. Wondered what would happened without his wits around him.

Now it's morning and he can't remember a thing about the night yet because he's in pieces on the floor. That's normal. All he knows, as the cold wood of the Shack sears against his cheek, is that parts of him are bleeding again and his bones are aching so badly he thinks his body is about to split in two and the wolf is still lingering at the edge of his mind, like the dying moonlight filtering in through the slashes of wood beams.

It's too early now and he can feel himself stitching himself back together, feels his body covered in drying, sticky blood which means more scars. There's a sharp but familiar pain in his right shoulder which means he dislocated it again. No matter, he can feel it starting to heal.

There's a soft sigh that Remus realises he let out and an answering mumble from his feet. It's impossible to move yet but not for Sirius.

So Remus lies against the wood, cursing the Wolf as he always does, wondering where his trousers are when - that can'tbewhatIthinkitis! But as a tongue swipes against his thigh, he realises that he hasn't gone mad, Sirius Black, flirt of Hogwarts, is kissing his way up his body.

Well....this is new.

"Whatidaru do'ng?" Remus asks, in his first attempt at speech. Which fails miserably and ends up coming out as a long and needy moan. Sirius has never done anything like this. Actually Sirius has never done this to him his brain corrects and reminds Remus of the time he caught Sirius and some girl from Hufflepuff on his bed.

But suddenly all thoughts of Sirius-and-the-girl-from-Hufflepuff are gone because Sirius' teeth just grazed over one of his nipples on the path to lay a painfully gentle kiss on the gash across his collarbone.

And it isn't fair because Remus isn't Remus yet - he's a half-finished patchwork doll on the floor of the Shack and if Sirius keeps - OhsweetMerlindothatagain - doing this, he'll remain a half-finished-Remus and he doesn't care anymore because Sirius is licking at the hollow of his neck.

Then Sirius stops dead. Remus manages to meet eyes which are nearly black from the dark of the shack and opens his mouth....But words aren't forming in his head when Sirius Black's breath is ghosting over his neck and making every hair on his body stand on end.

Obviously this is some joke that you don't get. Some joke James would get, his brain says snidely, and Remus is inclined to agree.

Well, he does agree until his lips are crushed against someone else's and oh wait that has to be Sirius and he wonders distantly is he's the one making that moaning? The lips are gone as if they were never there and he is definitely the one moaning now. There are still no words in his brain. At least, none that a Prefect or a Remus Lupin should ever use.

And then words don't matter because he can't even breathe because Sirius beams at him as if he's the most glorious sight which he isn't because he's a naked, scarred, 17-year-old werewolf boy covered in blood.

"Morning Moony." Sirius says, as if this is the most normal thing in the world and leans in for another kiss.

Sorry Tro! That sucked. It was very quick. ^_^;;;

I'm away to watch T.V with Matt! And eat Cornetto!