Very Short Fic: I Am Sirius's Shoe
I Am Sirius’s Shoe
By minnow_53
Disclaimer: My shoes are red or even pink.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius. Left/Right.
Rating: PG-13
Era: MWPP
Summary: Remus and Sirius are sole mates.
Not Much Thanks: To my beta, who read it, groaned, ‘God,’ and threw it back at me.
Dedication: If you want it, it’s for you, _emeraldgreen! Just a tiny fetish fic to celebrate your getting your Masters! It’s a bit late: sorry!
Now crossposted to remusxsirius and two_boys.
I Am Sirius’s Shoe
I am Sirius’s left shoe.
I’m a school shoe, black and sturdy, with laces.
His foot is a bit big for me. It rubs at my toe. Get away from my toe, boy!
His socks are not very exciting, sadly. His mother sends plain black socks. Darn it!
I have a little heel. *blushes* But it’s nothing heel-like, as such. Just so he doesn’t walk flat-footed and fall down.
He goes bomp, bomp, bomp, up the stairs. I pinch him and hiss, ‘Shut up!’
I have a friend, yay! My friend is Remus Lupin’s right shoe. It’s brown. *turns away in shame at being seen with brown shoe* But it’s cool. It has no heel! The heel is all worn away!
My friend has a beautiful tongue. It’s shiny and polished, because Remus Lupin takes good care of his shoes, except the heels, but we don't like those anyway. My tongue is a bit scabby, though it used to be the brightest tongue at Hogwarts. Stilettos moaned in ecstasy when I poked it out at them.
Clunk, clunk! I fall to the ground, with my twin, Mr Right. Clunk! My friend, Brown Shoe of Remus Lupin, falls to the ground with his twin, Mr Left. Then the socks are thrown on top of us. Ugh. Use your magic, boys! Honestly. There is no need for feet to smell that bad.
I edge closer to Brown Shoe and waggle my laces at him. ‘May I see your tongue?’ I beg.
In response, Brown Shoe sticks his tongue out at me and makes it quiver! I can’t imagine how he does that, but I feel my sole stiffen. ‘C’mon, big boy! Show us your uppers!’ I plead. ‘Let me feel that leather on me!’
Our boys are on the bed, writhing and moaning, as they always do. Sometimes, I want to quip, ‘Put a sock in it, guys!’ Today, talking to Brown Shoe, this no longer seems like a joke. I want Brown Shoe to touch me with his tongue! I want to put my sock in him and wriggle it about. I want to dance with him, and shuffle him round the floor.
I try to mount Brown Shoe, but at that point our owners start making the loud noises. Ah. Ah. Oh. This means they will soon be putting us on again and heading back down the stairs.
Thump, thump, thump. Here we go! My sock is inside out. I squeeze Sirius to protest.
I tell Brown Shoe, ‘I will caress you at lunch, promise.’
Brown Shoe smiles. He has the cutest dimples…
End
By minnow_53
Disclaimer: My shoes are red or even pink.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius. Left/Right.
Rating: PG-13
Era: MWPP
Summary: Remus and Sirius are sole mates.
Not Much Thanks: To my beta, who read it, groaned, ‘God,’ and threw it back at me.
Dedication: If you want it, it’s for you, _emeraldgreen! Just a tiny fetish fic to celebrate your getting your Masters! It’s a bit late: sorry!
Now crossposted to remusxsirius and two_boys.
I Am Sirius’s Shoe
I am Sirius’s left shoe.
I’m a school shoe, black and sturdy, with laces.
His foot is a bit big for me. It rubs at my toe. Get away from my toe, boy!
His socks are not very exciting, sadly. His mother sends plain black socks. Darn it!
I have a little heel. *blushes* But it’s nothing heel-like, as such. Just so he doesn’t walk flat-footed and fall down.
He goes bomp, bomp, bomp, up the stairs. I pinch him and hiss, ‘Shut up!’
I have a friend, yay! My friend is Remus Lupin’s right shoe. It’s brown. *turns away in shame at being seen with brown shoe* But it’s cool. It has no heel! The heel is all worn away!
My friend has a beautiful tongue. It’s shiny and polished, because Remus Lupin takes good care of his shoes, except the heels, but we don't like those anyway. My tongue is a bit scabby, though it used to be the brightest tongue at Hogwarts. Stilettos moaned in ecstasy when I poked it out at them.
Clunk, clunk! I fall to the ground, with my twin, Mr Right. Clunk! My friend, Brown Shoe of Remus Lupin, falls to the ground with his twin, Mr Left. Then the socks are thrown on top of us. Ugh. Use your magic, boys! Honestly. There is no need for feet to smell that bad.
I edge closer to Brown Shoe and waggle my laces at him. ‘May I see your tongue?’ I beg.
In response, Brown Shoe sticks his tongue out at me and makes it quiver! I can’t imagine how he does that, but I feel my sole stiffen. ‘C’mon, big boy! Show us your uppers!’ I plead. ‘Let me feel that leather on me!’
Our boys are on the bed, writhing and moaning, as they always do. Sometimes, I want to quip, ‘Put a sock in it, guys!’ Today, talking to Brown Shoe, this no longer seems like a joke. I want Brown Shoe to touch me with his tongue! I want to put my sock in him and wriggle it about. I want to dance with him, and shuffle him round the floor.
I try to mount Brown Shoe, but at that point our owners start making the loud noises. Ah. Ah. Oh. This means they will soon be putting us on again and heading back down the stairs.
Thump, thump, thump. Here we go! My sock is inside out. I squeeze Sirius to protest.
I tell Brown Shoe, ‘I will caress you at lunch, promise.’
Brown Shoe smiles. He has the cutest dimples…
End