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 Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 10:39 am
Wendy giggled as though to say "Well, if you insist." She returned the kiss, closing her own eyes, and put her left hand on his shoulder. In the moment when they parted for air she whispered, "Happy Christmas, Remus," before pressing her lips to his again.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 11:45 am
Remus smiled into Wendy's lips. "This is the best Christmas I've had in a very long time," he said quietly, trailing one hand down her face and holding her waist with the other.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 12:05 pm
For an immeasurable amount of time the two of them stayed this way, kissing each other, holding each other, just basically living in the euphoric bliss that is first love. Wendy fought off exhaustion for as long as she could, but, alas, she was too human to remain in Heaven for too long - finally she couldn't stop the huge yawn that had been trying to arrest her for some time. She blinked blearily, laying her head on Remus's shoulder and hugging him as she would a teddy bear, closing her eyes. "Tired..." she murmured apologetically.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 12:24 pm
Sirius tore his eyes away from Marketa's back, and silently watched Glen and the Prochazkas getting ready for bed. He realized, as he saw Glen climbing fully-clothed into a makeshift bed on the floor, that he had no overnight clothing or anything. He sighed, stripping down to his undershirt and transfigured his pants into a magnificent set of flannel pajama bottoms. Had it not been a grim moment, he would have beamed at his excellent wandwork.
He folded his shirt, set it on an endtable out of the way, and made his way to stand at Matketa's side. Still, he said nothing.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 12:45 pm
Mar turned her head from where she had been standing frozen at the boarded-up window. She crossed her arms tightly across her stomach, as if there was a gaping hole in her chest and she was trying to hold herself together. She felt as if a doctor had put her entire body and mind under anesthesia; she was completely numb. She was still crying, though her earlier distress was gone, and she couldn't seem to stop apologizing. "Skoba, I..." She closed her eyes and simply shook her head, unable to find the right words. She leaned slightly until her shoulder was against his arm, her head on his shoulder, staring blankly at the wall.
Remus let out a small tired sigh and leaned his chin atop Wendy's head. "S'alright, I'm a bit tired too," he said quietly. He smiled into Wendy's hair. "Perhaps we should call it a night?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 12:56 pm
Wendy squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head vigorously like a pouty four-year-old and clung to Remus like a life-preserver. "Stayyy," she whined, even though she knew that that was more impossible than resurrecting the dead. If there was one thing her father and brothers absolutely would not permit...
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:02 pm
Sirius closed his eyes and savored the feeling of warmth on his shoulder. He had to fight the urge to stop and take in the scent of Marketa's hair.
Instead he just smiled and opened his eyes. "What, Mar? Are you okay?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:48 pm
Mar shook her head again and wiped her eyes for what felt like would be the last time for a while - at long last the tears seemed to be receeding. "I am just sorry," she said shakily, tightening her hold on herself. She bit her lower lip and fought a yawn. She didn't want to sleep tonight.
Remus smiled mildly and held Wendy close. "You know I can't do that," he whispered as if she were a very small child. He threaded his fingers through her soft hair. "Besides, I'll be here tomorrow for quite a while before I have to go home at six."
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 6:16 pm
Wendy stifled another yawn with the back of her hand before sighing dejectedly. "Yeah, I know..." She closed her eyes again as he combed her hair with his fingers and came very close to falling asleep right then. It just felt... so... nice... She somehow found enough willpower, however, to sit up and shake the sleepiness away temporarily. She smiled sadly at Remus and gave him a goodnight kiss. "See you in the morning, then," she murmured.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 6:24 pm
Remus sighed contentedly, and forced the kiss to linger on his lips for as long as possible. "My alarm clock is going to break in the night; it would be very nice to be woken up by a pretty girl tomorrow morning," he said huskily. Then, feeling very agile after his hot shower, he plucked her up from off the floor, and laid her down on the bed. He gave her forehead one last long kiss. "Goodnight, Wendy," he whispered before climbing lithely down the ladder and sneaking to his room, his now-dry hair jutting out in all directions. He couldn't have been happier.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 6:34 pm
Sirius shook his head dejectedly, choosing not to repeat what he felt. He doubted that, especially this late at night, Marketa would abandon her stubborn want to blame herself. In this aspect, she was almost identical to his mate, Remus Lupin.
Perhaps that's why he initially hated her so much, he mused. Because he saw so much of himself inside her.
So, instead of antagonizing the situation (as he had learned not to do with Moony, even though he had chosen to heed that knowledge very seldomly), he dropped it.
Sirius edged closer to her, wrapping his arm around her. At that moment, he felt goosebumps forming on his arms, and hoped that she wouldn't notice them.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 6:43 pm
Wendy had smirked and nodded at his request to have a wake-up call, then was seriously convinced for a moment that she'd fallen asleep and was dreaming, for the next thing she knew she was being lifted into her bed by quite possibly the most wonderful, adorable, sweet boy she'd ever met. If she'd had the energy, she probably would have given a fangirl-esque squeal when he kissed her softly on the forehead, almost like her father had done when she was younger. "Goodnight," she whispered back as he turned to go. She kept her eyes fixed on him until he disappeared through the trapdoor, closing it gently behind him. Then, wrapping one of her pillows in a tight embrace, Wendy fell asleep almost immediately, with a blissful smile still on her lips.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:13 pm
Marketa let out a short sigh, and burrowed her eyes into Sirius's now-bare shoulder. He was warm, and comfortable, and she would sleep right here, standing up, if she could. Then someone pointedly cleared their throat behind them. Mar spun around, hair flying, to see Glen raising one inquiring eyebrow at the pair. Marketa glared at him, and subconsciously moved away from Skoba. "I should get ready for sleep," she said quietly, walking briskly to the bedroom, silently praying Please don't fight, please don't fight, please don't fight...
Remus walked carefully down the halls of Wendy's small comfortable house, not wanting to wake anyone if they were asleep. He couldn't stop grinning like a fool as he wandered into the guest room. He crawled underneath the sheets and blankets, hugged his pillow to his chest, and fell asleep almost immediately with an incandescantly happy smile on his face.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:54 pm
*~The Very Next Day~*
(In Wendy's House, Anyway) When Wendy awoke the next morning it was because she was freezing her arse off - she pulled her covers tightly around her, her teeth chattering. For a while she thought she might be able to ignore it and go back to sleep, but eventually it was just too much to bear; she wrenched her eyes open and searched for the cause of her misery so she could annihilate it.
She observed, with horror, that her window was wide open. Taped to it was a note:
Rise and shine, Wendy!!
Love,
Sam, Jude, and Finn.
Wendy glared menacingly at the note. I. Will. Kill. Them. Still with her blanket wrapped securely around her, she clumsily crawled out of her bed and hammered the window shut before looking at her clock. 9:30 AM. She sighed - it was too late to get back in bed, so she stretched and yawned, doing her best to shake herself into wakefulness. As she did so, the memories of the day before slowly trickled back into her mind, and a smile slowly spread across her face with each recollection.Right, priorities: I need a sweater, I need socks, I need to KILL MY BROTHERS, and I need to wake Remus... so much to do, so little time...Wendy dug through her drawers until she found one of Jude's old hoodies and a pair of woolly socks to keep her warm. Then she opened the trapdoor and made her way down the stairs, but she hadn't gone two steps before her foot caught on one of her too-long pajama pant-legs and she crashed the rest of the short way down.OWWWWWWW!!!!!!" GOOD MORNING WENDY!" she heard her brothers call from the kitchen.
She made a mental note to make sure she killed them slowly and painfully, then made her way down the hall to the guest room. She opened the door, flipped on the light, and laid on top of the covers next to Remus, snuggling up to him because she was still shivering and tickling him because he needed to wake up. "Good morning, good morning, good morninga!" she sang.((Opening line of "Good Morning Good Morning" by The Beatles, in case you didn't know. ^^ wink )
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:02 pm
Remus had been peacefully drowned in the miracle of a man sleeping. He was sprawled across the bed under the covers, his mouth gaping open as he snored lightly and drooled a little bit on the pillow. Then, suddenly, there were cold fingers tickling his sides and a sweet voice singing to him. Not the wakeup kiss he had requested, but still just as good. His voice raspy with sleep and his eyes still closed, he whispered back: "Nothing is changed it's still the same. I've got nothing to say but it's OK." Then he smiled dazedly, now remembering to breathe through his nose so Wendy wouldn't have to face his morning-breath, and opened his eyes. "Good morning," he whispered.
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