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❝Finally!❞

❝Finally❞

There's always been tension between the two of you, a will-they-won't they kind of vibe. Perhaps you're even romantically involved, if that's your way. But for some reason, you haven't taken the next step yet.

Now, though, you're finally ready to be sexually intimate.

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Prompts:
☆ First Time: This is your first time having sex, so it was something to approach with caution.
☆ Unsure: You're uncertain of your skill or prowess or even how to go about this.
☆ Uncorrupted: One of you is more innocent, younger, more inexperienced, and the other doesn't want to take that away.
☆ Differences: The two of you are different enough - perhaps even different species - that intimacy may be an issue, but you're ready to attack it head on.
☆ Taken: You aren't "together," and one of you is involved with someone else. This is the big decision to do an act that may be viewed as heinous.
☆ Forbidden: There's been no sexual contact because it's utterly forbidden, be it incest, class difference, enemies, etc.
☆ Realization: Maybe you'd been friends, but this is the first time you've really seen them in that light.
☆ Otherwise Distracted: Whether it be a job, a holy mission, or anything else along those lines, you've just been too busy to be with someone like that because it would take your mind away from what you have to do.
☆ Finally Free: Before, you just didn't have the chance. Now you do.
☆ Only Time: You were unsure before, but now, it looks like you'll only have this once chance to be together.
☆ A Long Time: You've been separated and it happened before you could get to the good parts. You want to pick up where you left off.
☆ Desperate: You've wanted them for so long...God, this feels so good, you never want it to stop.
☆ Romantic: You want it to be perfect.
☆ Waiting Until Marriage: Doing things all proper-like.
☆ FREE STYLE

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I'll have whatever you're having.

[ Anything will taste amazing, he doesn't say. You look like shite, he also doesn't say, and makes a mental note to find a calendar at some point, figure out how long it's been since the last moon, how long it'll be until the next. Despite it all, though, and all that's between them, Sirius can't get enough of just looking at Remus. ]

Can I borrow your... [ He makes a gesture. ] Shower? Bath?

[By rights, Remus should probably be thinking, "you look like shite" right back at Sirius - but he isn't. In fact he's thinking that Sirius looks a good deal better than he'd looked yesterday, when he'd stumbled bone-weary and starving to his doorstep. He's no less skinny than yesterday, of course, but a comfortable rest has lightened the dark shadows around his eyes and made his movements look less leaden. He's far from the devastatingly handsome person that Remus knew in his youth, but at least he's no longer the corpse-like apparition on all of the "WANTED" posters after he'd escaped Azkaban.]

Shower only, I'm afraid. But there's a bench to sit on in the shower stall. Here...

[He turns and opens the door opposite the bedroom, revealing an old but very well-scrubbed little bathroom. There's a sink, toilet, and narrow shower stall with, yes, a bench for sitting on when Remus is not well enough to stand, and all of them bear signs of having been refurbished from long neglect by magic. Faint cracks in the porcelain base of the toilet show where the thing was broken entirely off the floor, and a certain roughness around the drain in the bottom of the sink is the only remaining scar from the thriving colony of mold that had once lived there. The shower head, faucet and drain all look quite new, since Remus had to install them himself from what had been no more than empty holes when he'd first come upon the house. Given all this it seems unlikely that the house should even have access to modern pipes and running water. But Remus steps inside and taps his wand against the shower head; at this point there's a dull clanking noise from somewhere under the house and a clear, strong flow of water pours forth.

Remus leaves the clothes he's gotten for Sirius on the closed toilet seat and steps politely out from the bathroom to let Sirius in.]

Take as long as you need. I'll have bacon and eggs ready for you when you're finished.

Remus... [ Sirius's voice is low as he brushes past the other man, quiet, but with no less heartfelt sincerity. ] Thanks.

[ And then he's shutting the door behind himself to shed the threadbare outfit (rags) he had been living in. Sirius is careful not to look in the mirror; he doesn't think he'd appreciate what he sees. Once, he'd been the vainest of them all (It's amazing you're not a bloody peacock, James had laughed) but now... He doesn't have any misconceptions for what Azkaban does to a man.

The hot water is heavenly, and despite the cleaning charm he'd cast the night before, it takes a good fifteen minutes before the water properly runs clear and he finally feels clean again. Remus's clothes hang loose around his frame, his wrists looking practically skeletal, and Sirius is, again, reminded of how far he'd fallen from their schooldays, bloody hell. Better not to think about it. ]

Something smells amazing, Moony.

[ He walks into the small kitchen, sniffing at the air and keeping his tone as jovial and light as he can manage. ]

[Remus isn't surprised when Sirius takes his time in the shower; he probably hasn't had much access to hot showers since returning to Britain. And after the natural and supernatural cold that characterizes Azkaban - well, Sirius probably needs all the hot showers he can get. Possibly the people who live on nearby farms will feel a slight weakening of their water pressure this morning, but Remus thinks that Sirius needs the water a lot more than they do.

He hears quite clearly when Sirius turns off the water, so he's ready with breakfast by the time he emerges from the bathroom. Enough bacon and eggs for both of them, or perhaps more than enough. He knows that Sirius might not appreciate too much food being forced on him, but he wants to make sure Sirius eats enough to start regaining his health. The others used to accuse him of being too motherly back at school from time to time, whenever he told them that a plan was too dangerous or tried to look after them when they were sick. He'd always denied the accusation and said that he was just practicing the common human decency that the rest of them lacked. But he can see a glimmer of truth to it all now: he really does want to care for Sirius until he stops looking like he might die. Is that so unreasonable?

When Sirius walks in and calls him "Moony" Remus swears he can feel chills rush down his back. No one, no one has used that name for him in the years since James and Lily were killed. No one has known him well enough for nicknames. Even though Sirius's voice has a rasp and timbre that it never had when they were young, hearing him use the old nickname is like being plunged back in time. To a much, much happier past.

He turns and lays a heaping serving plate in the middle of the old but immaculately clean table, bacon on one half of the plate and scrambled eggs on the other. Their own plates and silverware are already laid out neatly. He's using just about all of the silverware he owns; it's not like he's ever needed enough for two people.]

Help yourself. We've got some black tea steeping, as well.

[ If he were a little more considerate, a little less stuck in the depths of self-pity, Sirius might consider just how much of an upheaval he must be causing to Remus's life. Certainly his grocery bill, at least, since it isn't as though Sirius could access his vaults or go shopping. But at the moment, at least, his eyes light up at the veritable feast laid out in front of him. ]

You are a delight.

[ Without allowing himself to think too much of it, he squeezes Remus's shoulder lightly as he passes him, settling at one of the table settings and reaching out to fill his plate without waiting. ]

[Remus gives a soft snort of laughter at the rather grandiose compliment. It's another little echo of the past: Sirius always had a flair for the dramatic. Sometimes he used huge, sweeping statements for humor or irony - but Remus thinks that more often he used them because he actually felt that way. That was Sirius: everything was black or white, nothing was subtle or complicated when you looked closely. He could never do anything by halves, or without genuine conviction. Perhaps that's part of why his adolescence was so tumultuous; even after he'd escaped his impossible family he'd had mood swings so intense that they made everyone else's teenage drama seem almost reasonable. If Sirius thinks he's a "delight" right now, what will he think when Remus makes him lunch as well?

Of course, feeding Sirius until he stops looking like a skeleton will mean depleting more of his meager savings than expected, but Remus is very experienced in the art of budgeting around unexpected expenses. Just keeping his medicine cabinet stocked with assorted healing potions for the next difficult full moon has been more than enough practice. Besides, Remus thinks, it's a nice change to spend his money on someone else's health for a change.

He picks up two chipped mugs of steaming tea and sets the larger one in front of Sirius before setting his own down beside his own plate. He takes only small helpings of bacon and eggs for himself; he wants to leave enough for Sirius.]

It's not as exciting as the meals you can get in Hogsmeade, but at least it's always fresh. I get the eggs every week from a family down the road because I evicted some foxes from their property for them.

[ Don't think he missed that little detail. Sirius is pretty absorbed in the food (hot! seasoned! different textures!) but on his second helping, he eyeballs Remus's plate and drops a significantly larger serving there between heaping spoonfuls onto his own. ]

My compliments to the hen, then.

[ He slows down, now, taking the time to actually chew before swallowing, and taking sips of tea between every few bites as he speaks up thoughtfully. ]

I could probably do something like that, if you think it'll help. Herd sheep, or something.

[ It shouldn't be that hard, in theory. Just a lot of running around and barking, right? ]

[Despite himself, Remus is slightly touched when Sirius notices his empty plate and shoves a generous helping onto it. He can just imagine their teenage selves making rude noises at them for this; perhaps they've both grown a bit more motherly in their old age. He thinks for a moment of warning Sirius to slow down a bit, or else he'll make himself sick after his long starvation - but he decides against it. Sirius has always been more likely to do something stupid if he's just been told not to. He does, however, make sure to refill Sirius's tea whenever it gets low.

He looks up again when Sirius speaks. Sirius's suggestion makes him grin.]

You want to become a sheep dog? Your first day on holiday from Hogwarts and you're already eager to get back to work. There's no stopping you, is there?

[Sirius, of course, has no idea why his suggestion is ridiculous: he was born and raised in London, after all. He's about as far from a good country boy as you can get. So he doesn't understand why a large, heavy-set, extremely fuzzy dog would be a poor choice to herd sheep in Yorkshire.]

I expect I'd be laughed out of the village for presenting you as a sheep dog, I'm afraid. Not that I don't think you could be an excellent sheep-frightener, you understand. Just that no one else in the area would agree.

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