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Title: Caught
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: No pups for me. *cries*
A/N: I wrote this for the dream challenge in which you had to include the words 'dent', 'towel', and 'green'. I wrote it in forty minutes. *facepalm* Enjoy!
“Sirius,” I sighed. “Do put some clothes on.” My eyes skittered up from the Daily Prophet that I held in my hands to see Sirius Black standing with his hands on his hips and his hair sopping wet while only wearing a towel.
“Why?” Sirius asked, casting me a playful glance.
“Can you not see that I am trying to read here?”
“Why, yes, I can,” he replied.
I shook my head. “So let me read and stop being so bloody sexy. Got it?”
The paper was lifted in front of my eyes once more as I skimmed over the same sentences I had been reading since Sirius had gotten out of the shower: “The curse left a huge dent in the number of civilians standing about the two young fighters. Officials soon were called in to break up the fight.” Over and over, the same words passed through my eyes. I could read nothing else as there was a Sirius-shaped shadow casting over my lap.
He stuck out two fingers to the middle of the paper and drew it flat to my lap. Promptly following the act, he shuffled the papers onto the floor.
“Remus,” Sirius huffed, climbing onto my lap. “Nothing you are currently reading is more interesting than what I have just washed.”
I took this in for a moment and looked up at him. “Just because you are right, does not mean that I-” I began to say, but was interrupted by Sirius’s lips. Well, so much for finishing that article, I thought.
He worked busily at my belt, right there in the middle of the dormitory. There wasn’t time for romantics, only for sloppy kisses and violent jerking motions. Soon, my belt and tie lay strewn across the floor, and my shirt was half open. His hands slowly unbuttoned my trousers to expose the dark green boxers I had received as a Christmas present from the person who was now practically mounting me. His tongue went slowly across my jaw as he pulled my pants down around my knees. I had to push up my hips while he did so, but neither of us was complaining.
Sirius placed his hand on my neck and cupped it, drawing my head forward into a deep kiss. I returned it gratefully and hungrily while his hand trailed down my beaten and palpitating chest. I had no choice but to moan into his mouth. With a grin he slowed it down, tracing feather-light fingertips around my hips.
“Sirius,” I whispered, leaning my head back and exposing my neck as his hand dipped under my shorts.
“I know,” he replied happily.
“And that’s when I said, ‘Lily, I’m not wearing your name around my neck and that’s final’!” cried James to Peter as he burst through the door.
“Oh, James! I know exactly what you- Oh my God.” Peter squeaked.
Both our heads turned to face them as they stood not three feet from us, gawking.
It was all like a terrible dream. We had been caught.
-fin