The intimacy - the ability of Sirius Black to completely ignore the usual realm of personal space - had always existed, but it caught Remus off-guard, sleep-ridden as he still was.
He hunched in, the touch on his skin making him conscious of the long scars that stretched along his shoulders in partially raised parallel and criss-crossing lines - the hands pressed his threadbare pyjama shirt against them, making the nerve endings from the unscarred skin twitch. "That sounds more than mildly perverted, Sirius," he said reproachfully. "Is this one of those surprises that has me streaking in the halls again and horrifying all the guests? Because, as I said after the last time, it must be a good bottle of rum as the reward..."
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Date: 2006-10-22 05:43 am (UTC)He hunched in, the touch on his skin making him conscious of the long scars that stretched along his shoulders in partially raised parallel and criss-crossing lines - the hands pressed his threadbare pyjama shirt against them, making the nerve endings from the unscarred skin twitch. "That sounds more than mildly perverted, Sirius," he said reproachfully. "Is this one of those surprises that has me streaking in the halls again and horrifying all the guests? Because, as I said after the last time, it must be a good bottle of rum as the reward..."