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Title: Beach Day
Genre: Harry Potter-- more specifically, the Marauder Era.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Any warnings: Slash!
Betas Used: None! If you're interested in betaing for me, do drop me a comment <3
Summary: The Marauders go to the beach; shenanigans ensue. I had a version of this I posted before, but I did a run through of it and I think made it a bit better. Then ending's different, also. <3 Note: "Chocolate: truly it is the greatest of all brown colored foods" comes from the show Dave the Barbarian from Toon Disney. NOT MINE. <3
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“I hate the beach.”
Remus Lupin made a face at the bright sun that rained above him; even his sunglasses and sun hat could not protect him from its blazing heat. His nose was completely covered in white zinc oxide, and he carried a bag full of towels and sunscreen on his hip. His Bermuda shorts were an obnoxious shade of plaid that was saved for fairly old men or complete loonies; his button-down shirt was completely buttoned all the way, save the one at the very top, which no one in his right mind would button… even if you were Remus Lupin. Gawking at the sun above him, he forced his feet to walk on the hot sand; though it burned the soles of his feet, it did have a sort of numbing effect that reminded him somewhat of flobberworms. It was very odd, the way the sand managed to wiggle in between every one of his toes (his sandals had come off a few steps onto the beach, after realizing that Peter was kicking up far too much sand not to get any in his shoes, and that resistance was ‘futile,’ as Sirius often scoffed). Remus knew that he would have sand in his mouth, behind his ears, and in his trousers before the end of the day. He pat his bag, remembering that he had packed a few bars of chocolate; the thought was rather soothing.
"Okay, scratch that... I hate sand."
Or rather, it would have been soothing, save the fact that he was walking with Sirius Black, who made most things terribly unsoothing… well, except for those sort of things, which Remus imagined were very soothing. Shuddering at his thought, he turned to his shaggy-haired counterpart and watched him grin lopsided at the waves that danced in front of him. He had already ripped his shirt off (No doubt to attract women of all ages, Remus snorted to himself), as it was dangling over his shoulder like a prize; his board shorts were black- plain and simple- with a large dog running down the side of his right pant.
“Hating sand is a very un-Marauder thing to do, mate,” the young man in front of them called out with the black hair that managed to stick everywhere. James Potter was a fairly content person; he’d recently gotten back together with one Lily Evans after a fairly bitter break-up (something involving a raging parakeet and three dumbfounded house elves was what Remus gathered had to do with it), and was now holding hands with her as the group walked down the beach together like a pack of dogs.
“Very!” shouted a squeaky voice that could only come from Peter Pettigrew. Peter was scouting out a site where they could start camp, prancing about the area like a real idiot trying to find where the sand was ‘most comfortable.’ Remus rolled his eyes at the remark and readjusted the bag that was slung across him, causing a bottle of sunscreen to fall out. Remus groaned and half answered as he bent down to pick up the sunscreen.
“It’s just that sand… it gets simply everywhere. And you can’t clean it out for days.” Sirius grinned, pushing his bodyweight into Remus like a wrecking ball.
“Moony you are NOT ALLOWED to ruin the beach for me; in fact, disrespect the beach and she will bite you in the arse.” Sirius growed these words, a canine edge running over the rim of each word; crouching into an aggressive position, Sirius tackled Remus's right side. Remus, already unbalanced from bending over, toppled to the side and was momentarily submerged in the sand at their feet.
“Ngguhh ahh mreh,” Remus muttered into the sand around his mouth, trying to push the heavy boy off of his back; had his face not been stuffed into the sand, it would have been understood that he had said, “Get off me.” They squirmed about on the ground, Sirius pinning Remus down with his arms for a moment; Remus sighed, at last turned over and able to breath normally. “Get off, bugger,” he sighed, pushing Sirius off him. James, Lily, and Peter had decided to stop walking to watch them duke it out in the sand. It wasn't that Remus was uncomfortable or that Sirius was that adept at pushing Remus to the ground... Remus felt his Adam's apple drop a few feet and he saw a bead of sweat glide down the crevase between Sirius's pectorals. Another gulp, and more spewing of sand.
Lily sighed and proceeded to kick Sirius in the side. “Get off, come on, it was only funny for the first few minutes when he was eating sand,” she chided, intertwining her fingers with James’s, causing him to turn a shade of fuchsia that previously didn’t exist in this universe. Grinning like a dork, he motioned to Peter. “This spot’s good, Pete, old boy,” he called, waving him towards them. Peter was carrying an umbrella and a few beach chairs, and they bounced about as he ran towards them. Sirius sighed, rolling off Remus; Remus went on to spit out a mouthful of sand. “Since when was it amusing to get me covered in sand,” he grumbled, standing up with great difficulty. Sirius merely chuckled, patting him on the back.
James cleared his throat as he slipped his arm around Lily’s shoulders and pulled her away to the coast-line to observe the surf, winking to the rest of them over his shoulder as he left. Peter finally arrived, and Remus grudgingly got Sirius to help out setting up the umbrella and chairs-“But I want to go in the ocean!” - using his bars of chocolate as bait- “Oh, okay.” They dug a hole for the umbrella, and managed to whack Peter in the head with it multiple times (“Owww!!” “… Sorry about that, mate… didn’t see you there…” Muffled snickering is heard in the background). Finally, the umbrella and chairs were set up; Remus managed to snag one while Sirius and Peter went to go frolic in the water. Cracking open the crease of one of his favorite books, he relaxed into the chair- which was precisely under the umbrella, with no sun hitting him in the slightest. He kicked back and sighed, deciding to start from the beginning of the book instead in merely opening it to a random page and beginning there. Passing his fingers quickly over the title pages, he found himself flying through the first fifty, one hundred pages of the book… until he realized that nothing had sunk in. He had merely been flipping the pages, not reading. Sighing, he put the book down sadly. Remus was rarely in a non-reading mood. Tipping his hat down over his eyes, he decided it would be a right good time for a beach nap…
After a half-hour of sweet relaxation, Remus found himself startled at the fact that neither Peter nor James nor even Sirius (he was most surprised about the last Marauder) had approached him with thoughts of pranking him of simply getting him up and out of the shade. Slightly perturbed, Remus sat up to see that the beach was completely deserted in front of him. He could hear muffled laughter coming from rather far away, and it was then that he knew that he was in trouble. Groaning, he pulled his hat down around his ears and threw himself backwards against the chair. Something bad, very bad, was about to happen to him, and he didn’t like it, not one bit. The brim of the hat managed to smudge some of the zinc on his nose, and he could feel it spread to his left cheek.
He could hear the footsteps coming toward him, but he couldn’t see anyone. Blast, they must have James’s damned cloak, Remus thought bitterly, bracing himself against the flimsy arms of the chair he sat upon. As Remus was thinking this through, very bitterly, a few things happened at once: one, Peter Pettigrew sneezed quite loudly beneath the Invisibility cloak, causing James and Sirius to both give him looks of indignation; two, Lily appeared from the waves like a positive Aphrodite, causing James to gawk awkwardly and freeze; and three, Remus finally pinpointed where the invisible Marauder’s were planning on attacking from. Unfortunately for Remus, he was too late.
“Chaaarge!” shouted Sirius balefully, thrusting the Invisibility Cloak off himself and James, leaving Peter undisturbed in his sneezing fit.
“Argghh,” Remus shouted, as he attempted to escape his early demise. Sirius and James tackled him to the ground, James still slightly dazed from Lily's emergence from the waves. Remus went down hard, the two boys toppling him easily. Sirius was laughing so hard it looked as though he couldn’t breath. Remus actually couldn’t breath.
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“Nguuhhh.”
“Jamesy, d’you think we should get off the poor boy?”
“Nguuuh!”
“I don’t think so, Pads… I don’t think he’s embraced the sand yet.”
“Ngrurguh-- embrace the sa-?!”
“Embrace it, Moony… repeat after me. I am one with the sand. I am one with the sand. Now you try.”
“I refuse to sink to that level.”
“Ahh, I see you’re going to make this difficult… Prongs?”
“Yes, darling?”
“The sand.”
“Gladly.”
“Nguhhh! I am one- pfft! I am one with the sand! I am one with the sand!”
“Ahhh… can you hear the zen in his voice?”
“I can, I can, Prongsie… and it’s simply delicious.”
“I can taste the deliciousity.”
“Well I can taste the sand, you arses... will you two shut up and get off me so I can go scrub off? I feel so dirty, bloody hell.”
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Remus groaned softly as James and Sirius got off him with the greatest of ease. He lay there on the ground for a moment, and grinned absentmindedly. The sand beneath him felt soft and warm, like a glove or saran wrap. Honestly, he hadn’t really minded that Sirius had been on him. The pressure of another body (or two, as the case was) was like a loving blanket. Remus sighed and sat up, brushing himself off though he really had begun not to care about the sand anymore. Both Sirius and James had moved on as well.
“Reeeeeeeems, d’you have any chocolate on you?”
Remus raised an eyebrow, as if to say, When don’t I have chocolate on me? Sirius grinned doggedly and pounced upon Remus's pack. "Where where where's the goods?" he bounced about, throwing things out of the bag at random. At last, the stash was discovered-- slightly melted, maybe, but still good. The stash, however, didn't last very long. Lily had finally joined them, and she demanded at least half of James's share, though Remus supposed James didn't mind that part of the bargain, as he liked to watch her eat. The chocolate was gone within the hour.
"Good ol' 'oony, I can al'ays count on 'ou," Sirius said, stiffled slightly by the massive amount of chocolate in his mouth. He swallowed. "Chocolate: truly it is the greatest of all brown colored foods." Remus sighed as the scent of Peruvian dark chocolate wafted his way from Sirius's mouth: heaven in a chocolate bar. Or perhaps bliss in situation, Remus couldn't really tell. Peter was always one to go for the milk chocolate, which Remus personally thought was an insult to the cocoa bean. Only Sirius and himself knew the true meaning of chocolate: dark chocolate. After all, they'd always bicker who got the dark when James brought back an assorted box...
By the end of it, Sirius looked as though someone'd attacked him with a chocolate bar. Dark brown smears surrounded his mouth, and he had a pronounced chocolate mustache that looked nearly real. "Sirius, wipe your face," Lily scolded, wiping James's mouth as she would a toddler's. As James grinned stupidly at any contact from the beautiful redhead, he was momentarily disabled. Sirius licked a circle around his lips, causing it to smudge even more.
"Well that made it better," Remus deadpanned, and Sirius guffawed. "Why don't you get it off, then," Sirius goaded, leaning forward. "Ehh? Eh?" Remus rolled his eyes, though it was something he would have liked to do in private; specifically not in front of Peter. Sighing, he stood. "I'm tired of the beach," he muttered. Lily said something that concurred with this statement, and of course, James followed suit. Peter nodded vehemently, as he usually agreed with whatever James said, and at last, Sirius was the only one who looked like he still wanted to still stay on the sandy shores. Peter packed up the things while Sirius sulked, refusing to wipe the chocolate off his mouth like a stubborn child. At last, they were off: James and Lily lead the pack, caught in their own little bubble of romance, with Peter trailing behind them, oblivious. Sirius and Remus walked together in silence.
"You know," Remus started, "if you'd wanted to stay longer, I think-" Sirius waved him off. "The fun was wearing off, you were right." Silence again.
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"Moony?"
"Yes, Sirius?"
Silence.
"Sirius?"
"... Unk?"
"Oh bugger, I'm sorry, just forget it-"
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They kiss. It wasn't Hollywood-esc in the slightest; Remus was standing at an odd angle, and Sirius still had chocolate on his face, but it was enough. Teeth scraped with a rabid fervor, and Remus feels Sirius's hand banging against his shin. They pulled apart, and were about to say something when Peter raced toward them with an odd look on his face.
"Moony, you've got chocolate on your face," Peter pointed out. Remus didn't react for a moment, then he looked Peter in the eyes. "Thank you, Peter," he said softly, wiping it away. Peter gave him and then Sirius a strange look, and then walked away muttering. Remus and Sirius walked together in silence; Remus kept his hands to himself, and Sirius locked his fingers beneath his armpits. It would be a long walk home, and Remus had sand in unmentionable places and Merlin, he had just been kissed (rather soundly, too). Putting a hand over his damp mouth, he wiped his lips clean. Just like old times.
Genre: Harry Potter-- more specifically, the Marauder Era.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Any warnings: Slash!
Betas Used: None! If you're interested in betaing for me, do drop me a comment <3
Summary: The Marauders go to the beach; shenanigans ensue. I had a version of this I posted before, but I did a run through of it and I think made it a bit better. Then ending's different, also. <3 Note: "Chocolate: truly it is the greatest of all brown colored foods" comes from the show Dave the Barbarian from Toon Disney. NOT MINE. <3
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“I hate the beach.”
Remus Lupin made a face at the bright sun that rained above him; even his sunglasses and sun hat could not protect him from its blazing heat. His nose was completely covered in white zinc oxide, and he carried a bag full of towels and sunscreen on his hip. His Bermuda shorts were an obnoxious shade of plaid that was saved for fairly old men or complete loonies; his button-down shirt was completely buttoned all the way, save the one at the very top, which no one in his right mind would button… even if you were Remus Lupin. Gawking at the sun above him, he forced his feet to walk on the hot sand; though it burned the soles of his feet, it did have a sort of numbing effect that reminded him somewhat of flobberworms. It was very odd, the way the sand managed to wiggle in between every one of his toes (his sandals had come off a few steps onto the beach, after realizing that Peter was kicking up far too much sand not to get any in his shoes, and that resistance was ‘futile,’ as Sirius often scoffed). Remus knew that he would have sand in his mouth, behind his ears, and in his trousers before the end of the day. He pat his bag, remembering that he had packed a few bars of chocolate; the thought was rather soothing.
"Okay, scratch that... I hate sand."
Or rather, it would have been soothing, save the fact that he was walking with Sirius Black, who made most things terribly unsoothing… well, except for those sort of things, which Remus imagined were very soothing. Shuddering at his thought, he turned to his shaggy-haired counterpart and watched him grin lopsided at the waves that danced in front of him. He had already ripped his shirt off (No doubt to attract women of all ages, Remus snorted to himself), as it was dangling over his shoulder like a prize; his board shorts were black- plain and simple- with a large dog running down the side of his right pant.
“Hating sand is a very un-Marauder thing to do, mate,” the young man in front of them called out with the black hair that managed to stick everywhere. James Potter was a fairly content person; he’d recently gotten back together with one Lily Evans after a fairly bitter break-up (something involving a raging parakeet and three dumbfounded house elves was what Remus gathered had to do with it), and was now holding hands with her as the group walked down the beach together like a pack of dogs.
“Very!” shouted a squeaky voice that could only come from Peter Pettigrew. Peter was scouting out a site where they could start camp, prancing about the area like a real idiot trying to find where the sand was ‘most comfortable.’ Remus rolled his eyes at the remark and readjusted the bag that was slung across him, causing a bottle of sunscreen to fall out. Remus groaned and half answered as he bent down to pick up the sunscreen.
“It’s just that sand… it gets simply everywhere. And you can’t clean it out for days.” Sirius grinned, pushing his bodyweight into Remus like a wrecking ball.
“Moony you are NOT ALLOWED to ruin the beach for me; in fact, disrespect the beach and she will bite you in the arse.” Sirius growed these words, a canine edge running over the rim of each word; crouching into an aggressive position, Sirius tackled Remus's right side. Remus, already unbalanced from bending over, toppled to the side and was momentarily submerged in the sand at their feet.
“Ngguhh ahh mreh,” Remus muttered into the sand around his mouth, trying to push the heavy boy off of his back; had his face not been stuffed into the sand, it would have been understood that he had said, “Get off me.” They squirmed about on the ground, Sirius pinning Remus down with his arms for a moment; Remus sighed, at last turned over and able to breath normally. “Get off, bugger,” he sighed, pushing Sirius off him. James, Lily, and Peter had decided to stop walking to watch them duke it out in the sand. It wasn't that Remus was uncomfortable or that Sirius was that adept at pushing Remus to the ground... Remus felt his Adam's apple drop a few feet and he saw a bead of sweat glide down the crevase between Sirius's pectorals. Another gulp, and more spewing of sand.
Lily sighed and proceeded to kick Sirius in the side. “Get off, come on, it was only funny for the first few minutes when he was eating sand,” she chided, intertwining her fingers with James’s, causing him to turn a shade of fuchsia that previously didn’t exist in this universe. Grinning like a dork, he motioned to Peter. “This spot’s good, Pete, old boy,” he called, waving him towards them. Peter was carrying an umbrella and a few beach chairs, and they bounced about as he ran towards them. Sirius sighed, rolling off Remus; Remus went on to spit out a mouthful of sand. “Since when was it amusing to get me covered in sand,” he grumbled, standing up with great difficulty. Sirius merely chuckled, patting him on the back.
James cleared his throat as he slipped his arm around Lily’s shoulders and pulled her away to the coast-line to observe the surf, winking to the rest of them over his shoulder as he left. Peter finally arrived, and Remus grudgingly got Sirius to help out setting up the umbrella and chairs-“But I want to go in the ocean!” - using his bars of chocolate as bait- “Oh, okay.” They dug a hole for the umbrella, and managed to whack Peter in the head with it multiple times (“Owww!!” “… Sorry about that, mate… didn’t see you there…” Muffled snickering is heard in the background). Finally, the umbrella and chairs were set up; Remus managed to snag one while Sirius and Peter went to go frolic in the water. Cracking open the crease of one of his favorite books, he relaxed into the chair- which was precisely under the umbrella, with no sun hitting him in the slightest. He kicked back and sighed, deciding to start from the beginning of the book instead in merely opening it to a random page and beginning there. Passing his fingers quickly over the title pages, he found himself flying through the first fifty, one hundred pages of the book… until he realized that nothing had sunk in. He had merely been flipping the pages, not reading. Sighing, he put the book down sadly. Remus was rarely in a non-reading mood. Tipping his hat down over his eyes, he decided it would be a right good time for a beach nap…
After a half-hour of sweet relaxation, Remus found himself startled at the fact that neither Peter nor James nor even Sirius (he was most surprised about the last Marauder) had approached him with thoughts of pranking him of simply getting him up and out of the shade. Slightly perturbed, Remus sat up to see that the beach was completely deserted in front of him. He could hear muffled laughter coming from rather far away, and it was then that he knew that he was in trouble. Groaning, he pulled his hat down around his ears and threw himself backwards against the chair. Something bad, very bad, was about to happen to him, and he didn’t like it, not one bit. The brim of the hat managed to smudge some of the zinc on his nose, and he could feel it spread to his left cheek.
He could hear the footsteps coming toward him, but he couldn’t see anyone. Blast, they must have James’s damned cloak, Remus thought bitterly, bracing himself against the flimsy arms of the chair he sat upon. As Remus was thinking this through, very bitterly, a few things happened at once: one, Peter Pettigrew sneezed quite loudly beneath the Invisibility cloak, causing James and Sirius to both give him looks of indignation; two, Lily appeared from the waves like a positive Aphrodite, causing James to gawk awkwardly and freeze; and three, Remus finally pinpointed where the invisible Marauder’s were planning on attacking from. Unfortunately for Remus, he was too late.
“Chaaarge!” shouted Sirius balefully, thrusting the Invisibility Cloak off himself and James, leaving Peter undisturbed in his sneezing fit.
“Argghh,” Remus shouted, as he attempted to escape his early demise. Sirius and James tackled him to the ground, James still slightly dazed from Lily's emergence from the waves. Remus went down hard, the two boys toppling him easily. Sirius was laughing so hard it looked as though he couldn’t breath. Remus actually couldn’t breath.
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“Nguuhhh.”
“Jamesy, d’you think we should get off the poor boy?”
“Nguuuh!”
“I don’t think so, Pads… I don’t think he’s embraced the sand yet.”
“Ngrurguh-- embrace the sa-?!”
“Embrace it, Moony… repeat after me. I am one with the sand. I am one with the sand. Now you try.”
“I refuse to sink to that level.”
“Ahh, I see you’re going to make this difficult… Prongs?”
“Yes, darling?”
“The sand.”
“Gladly.”
“Nguhhh! I am one- pfft! I am one with the sand! I am one with the sand!”
“Ahhh… can you hear the zen in his voice?”
“I can, I can, Prongsie… and it’s simply delicious.”
“I can taste the deliciousity.”
“Well I can taste the sand, you arses... will you two shut up and get off me so I can go scrub off? I feel so dirty, bloody hell.”
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Remus groaned softly as James and Sirius got off him with the greatest of ease. He lay there on the ground for a moment, and grinned absentmindedly. The sand beneath him felt soft and warm, like a glove or saran wrap. Honestly, he hadn’t really minded that Sirius had been on him. The pressure of another body (or two, as the case was) was like a loving blanket. Remus sighed and sat up, brushing himself off though he really had begun not to care about the sand anymore. Both Sirius and James had moved on as well.
“Reeeeeeeems, d’you have any chocolate on you?”
Remus raised an eyebrow, as if to say, When don’t I have chocolate on me? Sirius grinned doggedly and pounced upon Remus's pack. "Where where where's the goods?" he bounced about, throwing things out of the bag at random. At last, the stash was discovered-- slightly melted, maybe, but still good. The stash, however, didn't last very long. Lily had finally joined them, and she demanded at least half of James's share, though Remus supposed James didn't mind that part of the bargain, as he liked to watch her eat. The chocolate was gone within the hour.
"Good ol' 'oony, I can al'ays count on 'ou," Sirius said, stiffled slightly by the massive amount of chocolate in his mouth. He swallowed. "Chocolate: truly it is the greatest of all brown colored foods." Remus sighed as the scent of Peruvian dark chocolate wafted his way from Sirius's mouth: heaven in a chocolate bar. Or perhaps bliss in situation, Remus couldn't really tell. Peter was always one to go for the milk chocolate, which Remus personally thought was an insult to the cocoa bean. Only Sirius and himself knew the true meaning of chocolate: dark chocolate. After all, they'd always bicker who got the dark when James brought back an assorted box...
By the end of it, Sirius looked as though someone'd attacked him with a chocolate bar. Dark brown smears surrounded his mouth, and he had a pronounced chocolate mustache that looked nearly real. "Sirius, wipe your face," Lily scolded, wiping James's mouth as she would a toddler's. As James grinned stupidly at any contact from the beautiful redhead, he was momentarily disabled. Sirius licked a circle around his lips, causing it to smudge even more.
"Well that made it better," Remus deadpanned, and Sirius guffawed. "Why don't you get it off, then," Sirius goaded, leaning forward. "Ehh? Eh?" Remus rolled his eyes, though it was something he would have liked to do in private; specifically not in front of Peter. Sighing, he stood. "I'm tired of the beach," he muttered. Lily said something that concurred with this statement, and of course, James followed suit. Peter nodded vehemently, as he usually agreed with whatever James said, and at last, Sirius was the only one who looked like he still wanted to still stay on the sandy shores. Peter packed up the things while Sirius sulked, refusing to wipe the chocolate off his mouth like a stubborn child. At last, they were off: James and Lily lead the pack, caught in their own little bubble of romance, with Peter trailing behind them, oblivious. Sirius and Remus walked together in silence.
"You know," Remus started, "if you'd wanted to stay longer, I think-" Sirius waved him off. "The fun was wearing off, you were right." Silence again.
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"Moony?"
"Yes, Sirius?"
Silence.
"Sirius?"
"... Unk?"
"Oh bugger, I'm sorry, just forget it-"
---
They kiss. It wasn't Hollywood-esc in the slightest; Remus was standing at an odd angle, and Sirius still had chocolate on his face, but it was enough. Teeth scraped with a rabid fervor, and Remus feels Sirius's hand banging against his shin. They pulled apart, and were about to say something when Peter raced toward them with an odd look on his face.
"Moony, you've got chocolate on your face," Peter pointed out. Remus didn't react for a moment, then he looked Peter in the eyes. "Thank you, Peter," he said softly, wiping it away. Peter gave him and then Sirius a strange look, and then walked away muttering. Remus and Sirius walked together in silence; Remus kept his hands to himself, and Sirius locked his fingers beneath his armpits. It would be a long walk home, and Remus had sand in unmentionable places and Merlin, he had just been kissed (rather soundly, too). Putting a hand over his damp mouth, he wiped his lips clean. Just like old times.