I make myself nervous sometimes
title: Inducing Communion
author: FawkesRises/acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
rating: teen
pairing: Sirius/Harry
word count: 449
notes: really really like this pairing. it’s kind of ridiculous.
standing aside he's the savior
of your only human part you
cannot see
he came to save us
you will see
- Heir of a Dying Day, Lacuna Coil
He comes into your room in the middle of the night.
You wake up, not exactly sure why. What is a sound? A feeling? You look around your bedroom half asleep and see him standing in the doorway.
Nightmare? you ask. He nods and pads over to the bed in sock feet. You can't even hear the sounds of his footsteps; it's like he's a ghost. How appropriate.
Coming through the dark, he looks innocent silhouetted against the hall light; for a moment you see someone else standing there. Someone you used to love. It's easy to confuse the two of them. Especially now when you can't see Lily's eyes staring back at you.
You slide over, making room for him beside you on the bed. All the while there's a little voice in the back of your head that's suddenly woken up. The part that realises Molly was right - you do confuse Harry with his father. The part that's screaming at you now - NONONONONO! Don't lie down! This is not James. He's sixteen. He's not James!
But it's already too late because you remember other nightmares and other sixteen year olds. James always made room for you.
So as Harry settles under the sheets beside you, you can't help but reach out. Your hand traces the curve of his face. His skin is warm and leaves a strange tingle in your fingertips.
He shifts in bed and suddenly he's looking you straight in the eye. You suppress a shiver. Out of the blue you realize you're terrified and that's funny because you've never been scared of anything before.
But Harry doesn't seem afraid at all. He's got that look on his face. James's look.
Before you can say anything, not that you would know what to say, he's climbed on top of you. His knees on either side of you and he's pressing so close you can't help but feel the juvenile arousal through his pajama pants. Understanding comes down like lightning and you know what's going to happen.
Harry leans down and kisses you.
His mouth is warm and wet. That little voice is still screaming nonononono. But it's drowned out by ohgodohgodohgod.
Because Harry knows more than you thought he did. His fingers are quick and clever. They make you forget that this is wrong and you should tell him to go back to bed.
Your hands betray you even more, doing all the rationalizing for you. They creep up Harry's t-shirt without caring. About age and confusion and what will happen in the morning.
Everything's spun together and you can't even remember the time or the year or who is here with you-
JamesHarryJamesHarryJames…
-fin
author: FawkesRises/acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
rating: teen
pairing: Sirius/Harry
word count: 449
notes: really really like this pairing. it’s kind of ridiculous.
standing aside he's the savior
of your only human part you
cannot see
he came to save us
you will see
- Heir of a Dying Day, Lacuna Coil
He comes into your room in the middle of the night.
You wake up, not exactly sure why. What is a sound? A feeling? You look around your bedroom half asleep and see him standing in the doorway.
Nightmare? you ask. He nods and pads over to the bed in sock feet. You can't even hear the sounds of his footsteps; it's like he's a ghost. How appropriate.
Coming through the dark, he looks innocent silhouetted against the hall light; for a moment you see someone else standing there. Someone you used to love. It's easy to confuse the two of them. Especially now when you can't see Lily's eyes staring back at you.
You slide over, making room for him beside you on the bed. All the while there's a little voice in the back of your head that's suddenly woken up. The part that realises Molly was right - you do confuse Harry with his father. The part that's screaming at you now - NONONONONO! Don't lie down! This is not James. He's sixteen. He's not James!
But it's already too late because you remember other nightmares and other sixteen year olds. James always made room for you.
So as Harry settles under the sheets beside you, you can't help but reach out. Your hand traces the curve of his face. His skin is warm and leaves a strange tingle in your fingertips.
He shifts in bed and suddenly he's looking you straight in the eye. You suppress a shiver. Out of the blue you realize you're terrified and that's funny because you've never been scared of anything before.
But Harry doesn't seem afraid at all. He's got that look on his face. James's look.
Before you can say anything, not that you would know what to say, he's climbed on top of you. His knees on either side of you and he's pressing so close you can't help but feel the juvenile arousal through his pajama pants. Understanding comes down like lightning and you know what's going to happen.
Harry leans down and kisses you.
His mouth is warm and wet. That little voice is still screaming nonononono. But it's drowned out by ohgodohgodohgod.
Because Harry knows more than you thought he did. His fingers are quick and clever. They make you forget that this is wrong and you should tell him to go back to bed.
Your hands betray you even more, doing all the rationalizing for you. They creep up Harry's t-shirt without caring. About age and confusion and what will happen in the morning.
Everything's spun together and you can't even remember the time or the year or who is here with you-
JamesHarryJamesHarryJames…
-fin