[fic] Ride
Ride
Fandom: HP
Ship: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sirius + Remus + motorbike = ♥
A/N: This is for enterincolor, who managed to stump me yesterday. It's about 220 words.
"You know what would be brilliant?" Sirius said. He lifted his head, brushed his fringe away from his forehead with a grease-smudged hand, and Remus saw that his eyes had that familiar, worrisome gleam.
"It would be brilliant," said Sirius slowly, as if he were savoring each word, "if we could get it to fly."
Remus's lips quirked. "Fly? First you have to get it to drive. Unless you're thinking of skipping that step and going straight to flying. I guess you don't have to worry about fixing the engine if it's going to fly."
Sirius waggled his torque wrench at Remus's chest. "It's going to drive. It's going to fly. It's going to turn invisible and fire lazies if I can figure out how."
"Lasers," Remus corrected mildly.
Sirius looked down at the motorbike's rusted hull, and the grey gleam softened, like mist coming in over a lake. "She's going to do it all."
"She?"
"What, jealous?"
"No. I just assumed… Well, she?"
"I'm a traditionalist," said Sirius. Remus snorted. "All right, maybe not. But the bike's a she. It just is. And I know you'll never admit you're jealous of something other than you between my legs, so I'll say here and now that as brilliant as we make her, you'll always be the better ride."
3.30.07
Fandom: HP
Ship: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sirius + Remus + motorbike = ♥
A/N: This is for enterincolor, who managed to stump me yesterday. It's about 220 words.
"You know what would be brilliant?" Sirius said. He lifted his head, brushed his fringe away from his forehead with a grease-smudged hand, and Remus saw that his eyes had that familiar, worrisome gleam.
"It would be brilliant," said Sirius slowly, as if he were savoring each word, "if we could get it to fly."
Remus's lips quirked. "Fly? First you have to get it to drive. Unless you're thinking of skipping that step and going straight to flying. I guess you don't have to worry about fixing the engine if it's going to fly."
Sirius waggled his torque wrench at Remus's chest. "It's going to drive. It's going to fly. It's going to turn invisible and fire lazies if I can figure out how."
"Lasers," Remus corrected mildly.
Sirius looked down at the motorbike's rusted hull, and the grey gleam softened, like mist coming in over a lake. "She's going to do it all."
"She?"
"What, jealous?"
"No. I just assumed… Well, she?"
"I'm a traditionalist," said Sirius. Remus snorted. "All right, maybe not. But the bike's a she. It just is. And I know you'll never admit you're jealous of something other than you between my legs, so I'll say here and now that as brilliant as we make her, you'll always be the better ride."
3.30.07