[Harry Potter] Doggy Style
I HAVE DOWNLOADED FIREFOX. WHY THE HELL DID I NOT DO THIS SOONER. IT'S SO FAST AND NICE. AND WHEN MY INTERNET RANDOMLY SHUTS DOWN, IT CAN OPEN BACK UP ALL THE TABS THAT I HAD OPEN. I THINK I HAVE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN. skdfjksjdf and it's got a spellchecker too oh my goooood. ♥
But that's not what I meant to post about. I meant to post the ficlet I wrote last night instead of doing anything productive. Right. I'm just gonna go keep fangirling Firefox over in my little corner here.
Title: Doggy Style
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius, Remus, Lily
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 755
Summary: Companion fic to Puppy Love. Lily can’t help but continue with the bad jokes at inappropriate moments. [Remus/Sirius fluff]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, blah blah no monies blah.
A/N: Blatant fan service for me. I couldn’t resist, okay? Just shoot me.
“Is the door locked?” Remus murmured, the first thing he thought of as Sirius shut his Potions textbook with a loud slam and pushed him back onto the bed. He was still holding his quill.
“Course it is,” Sirius grumbled, plucking the quill from Remus’s hand and tossing it - along with the rest of Remus’s homework - off the bed. “You’d have a conniption otherwise.”
Remus smiled despite himself, running a hand through Sirius’s hair as the other boy moved closer, pressing kisses to his face and neck. “That’s a pretty big word for you to be heaving around in casual conversation,” he remarked.
“I learn from the best,” Sirius replied, chuckling.
“I guess all those detentions with McGonagall do have some effect on you,” Remus quipped, closing his eyes and leaning into Sirius’s wandering touches.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “I meant you, you prat.”
“I know. I was making fun of you. Try it sometimes.”
Sirius didn’t respond, instead biting down sharply on Remus’s collarbone.
“S-sirius,” Remus gasped, “do you want me to have more injuries than I normally do?”
“If it’ll get you to agree when I say scars are sexy,” Sirius answered, kissing the pale skin on Remus’s neck as if apologizing.
Remus snorted, amused, and Sirius took the opportunity to tug off his own shirt before going to work on Remus’s clothes. He didn’t get very, however, as at that moment the door to the dormitory burst open, and a laughing redhead ran into the room, slamming the door behind her. The boys on the bed froze; Remus looked like he was going to faint and slaughter Sirius simultaneously.
Lily let out a deep breath, her laughter fading. At last she turned around, finally spotting what she had inadvertently interrupted.
“Oh.” She giggled awkwardly. “I didn’t realize you guys were up here.”
Neither boy said anything, though Remus did take a second to remove Sirius’s hand from under his trousers and rather clumsily push him off the bed.
Lily rubbed the back of her neck. “You see, Peter just helped me pull a really fantastic prank on James to get him back for the whole jelly-in-my-dresser thing, and I’m sad to say that James got a hold of Peter as we attempted to escape, and I figured this would be the last place he’d look for me - ”
Remus held up a hand, cutting her off, and turned to glare at Sirius. “Of course the door is locked?”
Smiling sheepishly up at the irate werewolf, Sirius replied, “I thought it was.”
Growling obscenities under his breath, Remus rolled off the bed, stomping into the bathroom and shutting the door harshly. Sirius winced, picking himself up off the floor and flopping facedown across his own bed.
“He get a little testy when someone interrupts you, huh?” Lily said with forced cheer, bending down and picking up Sirius’s shirt from where it lay on the floor.
“More like he’s absolutely mortified at the possibility that you could have come in a few minutes later,” Sirius muttered into his pillow. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Still,” Lily sighed, sitting down on the edge of Sirius’s bed and dropping his shirt on his head, “I’m sorry.”
Sirius didn’t move to put his shirt back on. “He’s not mad at you. I’m the one who told him the door was locked.”
Lily bit her lip. “I could tell him I unlocked it?”
“Remus isn’t an idiot like James, Lily,” Sirius said, propping himself up on one arm. “I’m pretty sure there’s nothing we can do about it now.”
Glancing gloomily at the closed bathroom door, Lily wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her head on her knees. She poked Sirius with her foot. “So.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow. “So what?”
“Remember what I said the other day? About you and Remus and the puppy love thing?”
Sirius’s expression darkened. “Get out of the room, now.”
Lily giggled. “Come on, you can’t still be mad about that.”
“Try me.”
“This is a serious question, I swear!” she said, biting her lip again to stop from laughing.
Sirius was clearly not convinced. “Fine. What about it?”
“So, when you guys do it…no matter what position you’re in, would you always call it doggy style?”
The fit that Sirius threw was so loud that Remus stuck his head out of the bathroom to see what was going on; he narrowly missed getting hit in the face with Sirius’s shirt as the dark-haired boy hurled it at Lily’s laughing, retreating form.
end.
But that's not what I meant to post about. I meant to post the ficlet I wrote last night instead of doing anything productive. Right. I'm just gonna go keep fangirling Firefox over in my little corner here.
Title: Doggy Style
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius, Remus, Lily
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 755
Summary: Companion fic to Puppy Love. Lily can’t help but continue with the bad jokes at inappropriate moments. [Remus/Sirius fluff]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, blah blah no monies blah.
A/N: Blatant fan service for me. I couldn’t resist, okay? Just shoot me.
“Is the door locked?” Remus murmured, the first thing he thought of as Sirius shut his Potions textbook with a loud slam and pushed him back onto the bed. He was still holding his quill.
“Course it is,” Sirius grumbled, plucking the quill from Remus’s hand and tossing it - along with the rest of Remus’s homework - off the bed. “You’d have a conniption otherwise.”
Remus smiled despite himself, running a hand through Sirius’s hair as the other boy moved closer, pressing kisses to his face and neck. “That’s a pretty big word for you to be heaving around in casual conversation,” he remarked.
“I learn from the best,” Sirius replied, chuckling.
“I guess all those detentions with McGonagall do have some effect on you,” Remus quipped, closing his eyes and leaning into Sirius’s wandering touches.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “I meant you, you prat.”
“I know. I was making fun of you. Try it sometimes.”
Sirius didn’t respond, instead biting down sharply on Remus’s collarbone.
“S-sirius,” Remus gasped, “do you want me to have more injuries than I normally do?”
“If it’ll get you to agree when I say scars are sexy,” Sirius answered, kissing the pale skin on Remus’s neck as if apologizing.
Remus snorted, amused, and Sirius took the opportunity to tug off his own shirt before going to work on Remus’s clothes. He didn’t get very, however, as at that moment the door to the dormitory burst open, and a laughing redhead ran into the room, slamming the door behind her. The boys on the bed froze; Remus looked like he was going to faint and slaughter Sirius simultaneously.
Lily let out a deep breath, her laughter fading. At last she turned around, finally spotting what she had inadvertently interrupted.
“Oh.” She giggled awkwardly. “I didn’t realize you guys were up here.”
Neither boy said anything, though Remus did take a second to remove Sirius’s hand from under his trousers and rather clumsily push him off the bed.
Lily rubbed the back of her neck. “You see, Peter just helped me pull a really fantastic prank on James to get him back for the whole jelly-in-my-dresser thing, and I’m sad to say that James got a hold of Peter as we attempted to escape, and I figured this would be the last place he’d look for me - ”
Remus held up a hand, cutting her off, and turned to glare at Sirius. “Of course the door is locked?”
Smiling sheepishly up at the irate werewolf, Sirius replied, “I thought it was.”
Growling obscenities under his breath, Remus rolled off the bed, stomping into the bathroom and shutting the door harshly. Sirius winced, picking himself up off the floor and flopping facedown across his own bed.
“He get a little testy when someone interrupts you, huh?” Lily said with forced cheer, bending down and picking up Sirius’s shirt from where it lay on the floor.
“More like he’s absolutely mortified at the possibility that you could have come in a few minutes later,” Sirius muttered into his pillow. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Still,” Lily sighed, sitting down on the edge of Sirius’s bed and dropping his shirt on his head, “I’m sorry.”
Sirius didn’t move to put his shirt back on. “He’s not mad at you. I’m the one who told him the door was locked.”
Lily bit her lip. “I could tell him I unlocked it?”
“Remus isn’t an idiot like James, Lily,” Sirius said, propping himself up on one arm. “I’m pretty sure there’s nothing we can do about it now.”
Glancing gloomily at the closed bathroom door, Lily wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her head on her knees. She poked Sirius with her foot. “So.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow. “So what?”
“Remember what I said the other day? About you and Remus and the puppy love thing?”
Sirius’s expression darkened. “Get out of the room, now.”
Lily giggled. “Come on, you can’t still be mad about that.”
“Try me.”
“This is a serious question, I swear!” she said, biting her lip again to stop from laughing.
Sirius was clearly not convinced. “Fine. What about it?”
“So, when you guys do it…no matter what position you’re in, would you always call it doggy style?”
The fit that Sirius threw was so loud that Remus stuck his head out of the bathroom to see what was going on; he narrowly missed getting hit in the face with Sirius’s shirt as the dark-haired boy hurled it at Lily’s laughing, retreating form.
end.