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Hey everyone, hope you’re all okay :) This is the fourth (and probably second from last) part of “My Moony Wish” written mainly for el spamola, as a way to stop her from crying and pouting (yes, she knows what I mean :P) and anyone else who likes some fluff basically. I have the other three parts on my journal _jenc_ for anyone how wishes to find out what on earth this fourth part means. :)
Remus was wrapped warmly in Sirius’s arms, still happily content with being in his dream world with Padfoot.
That was at least, until, he distinctly heard someone whimper, from quite a distance; someone who sounded very familiar…
Feeling as though it was costing him every ounce of strength of effort he had; he slowly pulled away from the arms of his Padfoot dream, opened his eyes and found: Hmmm…. Real Padfoot?
Rubbing a bleary eye with his small hand, he sat up and found that he was indeed looking directly at the object of his desire; and to his consternation, he saw that Sirius was looking at him. Why did he sense that Sirius had been watching him for quite sometime?
He gave himself an unconscious shake and put his ‘feeling’ down to wishful thinking.
Suddenly Remus felt much more awake, this awake ness alerted him to a problem:
There was some strange awkwardness between Sirius and he at the moment and what was worrying him most of all, was that he wasn’t quite sure why: Had he spoke out loud while dreaming of Sirius?
Oh God! What if I have? Is it any wonder he’s looking so damn terrified…. Sweet Merlin, what the hell am I going to do? He hasn’t spoken one word so far.
“Neither have you” came an ‘all knowing’ voice inside his head, vaguely resembling Lily’s voice.
Okay, take deep breaths, keep calm, start a conversation as naturally as possible, you’ll know from his response…. King Arthur and all his noble Knights; doesn’t Sirius look adorable biting his lower lip like that…..mmmmm, keep doing that Sirius: No! What is wrong with you, you crazy person. Plan is: Attempt conversation! But why hasn’t he looked away from me at all?
Remus looked up into Sirius’s deep grey eyes and his heart gave a start:
Why on earth is he looking at me, like he almost wishes to devour me! No… It can’t be. Pull yourself together Remus! And yet…. Why is he staring at me in that way? Almost like he feels for me, what I feel for him..
No, that can’t be true; he looks utterly terrified, very unbecoming of Sirius Black, yet I am almost certain that there is tender longing, and hungry passion in those gorgeous grey eyes; exactly the way he looks at me in my dream.
Am I still dreaming?
Remus pinches his thigh hard, with his right hand which is still under his duvet covers.
Ouch!! Bugger. Nope, definitely awake. Time to break this, exceptionally uncomfortable and unnerving silence, I think:
“Sirius, are you alright? You seem rather nervous.”
‘Way to go Moron’ came the Lily sounding voice once more.
‘Aren’t you talking about yourself fool?’
Remus was pulled from his cursing of his Lily voice, when he heard Sirius reply:
“No. No. Not nervous. Me? Nervous? Never!” said Sirius in a strange strangled sort of voice, attempting a weak shaky laugh with his not-so articulate answer.
This scared sounding voice used by Sirius, gave Remus a desperate desire to scoop Sirius in his, albeit small delicate arms and soothe him back to his normal cocky self.
Remus had reached a decision without realising he was forming one:
He pulled back the covers, slipped out of bed, stood up straight and stretched slighty, for he felt rather stiff.
As he walked slowly towards Sirius; who seemed rooted to the spot, for he hadn’t moved one inch since Remus woke; his heart was thumping madly against his chest, as though trying to break free, while practically screaming the obvious:
He wants you! And you know it! Kiss him!
He stopped directly in front of Sirius, who seemed unable to breathe. Now that he was facing Sirius, there was no mistaking the love that shone through Padfoot’s beautiful grey eyes <3 His brain, which had temporarily been forgotten, came back into play and gave it’s opinion on the situation: His brain seemed more than satisfied by the look he was receiving from Sirius.
He only hoped his eyes could convey his delight, and also, his love and longing to kiss the boy standing before him.
Sirius seemed to be breathing again, that’s a good sign surely? Except his breaths are deep and heavy, as though he’s trying to stop himself from kissing me.
Should I kiss him?….
Remus was wrapped warmly in Sirius’s arms, still happily content with being in his dream world with Padfoot.
That was at least, until, he distinctly heard someone whimper, from quite a distance; someone who sounded very familiar…
Feeling as though it was costing him every ounce of strength of effort he had; he slowly pulled away from the arms of his Padfoot dream, opened his eyes and found: Hmmm…. Real Padfoot?
Rubbing a bleary eye with his small hand, he sat up and found that he was indeed looking directly at the object of his desire; and to his consternation, he saw that Sirius was looking at him. Why did he sense that Sirius had been watching him for quite sometime?
He gave himself an unconscious shake and put his ‘feeling’ down to wishful thinking.
Suddenly Remus felt much more awake, this awake ness alerted him to a problem:
There was some strange awkwardness between Sirius and he at the moment and what was worrying him most of all, was that he wasn’t quite sure why: Had he spoke out loud while dreaming of Sirius?
Oh God! What if I have? Is it any wonder he’s looking so damn terrified…. Sweet Merlin, what the hell am I going to do? He hasn’t spoken one word so far.
“Neither have you” came an ‘all knowing’ voice inside his head, vaguely resembling Lily’s voice.
Okay, take deep breaths, keep calm, start a conversation as naturally as possible, you’ll know from his response…. King Arthur and all his noble Knights; doesn’t Sirius look adorable biting his lower lip like that…..mmmmm, keep doing that Sirius: No! What is wrong with you, you crazy person. Plan is: Attempt conversation! But why hasn’t he looked away from me at all?
Remus looked up into Sirius’s deep grey eyes and his heart gave a start:
Why on earth is he looking at me, like he almost wishes to devour me! No… It can’t be. Pull yourself together Remus! And yet…. Why is he staring at me in that way? Almost like he feels for me, what I feel for him..
No, that can’t be true; he looks utterly terrified, very unbecoming of Sirius Black, yet I am almost certain that there is tender longing, and hungry passion in those gorgeous grey eyes; exactly the way he looks at me in my dream.
Am I still dreaming?
Remus pinches his thigh hard, with his right hand which is still under his duvet covers.
Ouch!! Bugger. Nope, definitely awake. Time to break this, exceptionally uncomfortable and unnerving silence, I think:
“Sirius, are you alright? You seem rather nervous.”
‘Way to go Moron’ came the Lily sounding voice once more.
‘Aren’t you talking about yourself fool?’
Remus was pulled from his cursing of his Lily voice, when he heard Sirius reply:
“No. No. Not nervous. Me? Nervous? Never!” said Sirius in a strange strangled sort of voice, attempting a weak shaky laugh with his not-so articulate answer.
This scared sounding voice used by Sirius, gave Remus a desperate desire to scoop Sirius in his, albeit small delicate arms and soothe him back to his normal cocky self.
Remus had reached a decision without realising he was forming one:
He pulled back the covers, slipped out of bed, stood up straight and stretched slighty, for he felt rather stiff.
As he walked slowly towards Sirius; who seemed rooted to the spot, for he hadn’t moved one inch since Remus woke; his heart was thumping madly against his chest, as though trying to break free, while practically screaming the obvious:
He wants you! And you know it! Kiss him!
He stopped directly in front of Sirius, who seemed unable to breathe. Now that he was facing Sirius, there was no mistaking the love that shone through Padfoot’s beautiful grey eyes <3 His brain, which had temporarily been forgotten, came back into play and gave it’s opinion on the situation: His brain seemed more than satisfied by the look he was receiving from Sirius.
He only hoped his eyes could convey his delight, and also, his love and longing to kiss the boy standing before him.
Sirius seemed to be breathing again, that’s a good sign surely? Except his breaths are deep and heavy, as though he’s trying to stop himself from kissing me.
Should I kiss him?….