Ciao Gianni,
Fuck, but the most wonderful thing has happened.
A few weeks ago it was Sirius's 17th birthday. (We had some very nice celebrations that lasted several days beyond the date in question, thank you for asking.) Well, his fantastically BRILLIANT cousin got him an amazing gift.
A motorbike.
A fucking Muggle Babbano, symbol of rebellion motorbike!
And even better? He has plans to purchase a full leather kit to wear.
LEATHER!
God G, I am finding it nearly impossible to sleep at night if he's been talking about it. My Runes professor actually kept me after class the other day to ask if I was okay, as I'd seemed more distracted than normal lately.
Now, I 'm not the biggest fan of flying a broomstick, but that's mostly my Mum's Mu Babbano influence, really. But a motorbike? Lord but they are insanely sexy and fantastic and I've always rather wanted to ride one (also Mum's influence, come to think of it). Just...all that power tucked between a man's legs (leather-clad legs, no less!). How is a boy supposed to dream about wrapping his arms around his...whatever Sirius and I are...and being driven off the to a place so private that not even the wind knows it? And then to peel him out of the tight leather and
Shit. I can't be thinking like this at five o'clock in the dorm when anyone can walk in. You see my problem?
But it's more than just the sex aspect of the bike. It's the whole idea of the freedom it brings. We could go anywhere with an even path beneath the tires. We could go somewhere and not fool around, but rather just sit quietly against a tree and hold hands and trade a few kisses and watch the bees buzzing around. And we could talk. I never feel like we talk enough. I want to tell him everything. Every blessed and damned thing in my life just because I want him to know me more completely than anyone ever could.
I think I'm
Do you think it sou
I don't know why I'm telling you this. I guess it's because I have to tell someone, and unless I want to tell Sirius's cousin herself...well, consider yourself lucky.
Give my love to Raphael, and keep some for yourself,
P.S. I'm in love, aren't I? I'm pretty sure I am. I'm scared out of my mind.
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A few weeks ago it was Sirius's 17th birthday. (We had some very nice celebrations that lasted several days beyond the date in question, thank you for asking.) Well, his fantastically BRILLIANT cousin got him an amazing gift.
A motorbike.
A fucking Muggle Babbano, symbol of rebellion motorbike!
And even better? He has plans to purchase a full leather kit to wear.
LEATHER!
God G, I am finding it nearly impossible to sleep at night if he's been talking about it. My Runes professor actually kept me after class the other day to ask if I was okay, as I'd seemed more distracted than normal lately.
Now, I 'm not the biggest fan of flying a broomstick, but that's mostly my Mum's Mu Babbano influence, really. But a motorbike? Lord but they are insanely sexy and fantastic and I've always rather wanted to ride one (also Mum's influence, come to think of it). Just...all that power tucked between a man's legs (leather-clad legs, no less!). How is a boy supposed to dream about wrapping his arms around his...whatever Sirius and I are...and being driven off the to a place so private that not even the wind knows it? And then to peel him out of the tight leather and
Shit. I can't be thinking like this at five o'clock in the dorm when anyone can walk in. You see my problem?
But it's more than just the sex aspect of the bike. It's the whole idea of the freedom it brings. We could go anywhere with an even path beneath the tires. We could go somewhere and not fool around, but rather just sit quietly against a tree and hold hands and trade a few kisses and watch the bees buzzing around. And we could talk. I never feel like we talk enough. I want to tell him everything. Every blessed and damned thing in my life just because I want him to know me more completely than anyone ever could.
I think I'm
Do you think it sou
I don't know why I'm telling you this. I guess it's because I have to tell someone, and unless I want to tell Sirius's cousin herself...well, consider yourself lucky.
Give my love to Raphael, and keep some for yourself,
P.S. I'm in love, aren't I? I'm pretty sure I am. I'm scared out of my mind.
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