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Author's Notes: Slash. And WAFF. XD Bite me.
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A Divine Taste
By rara avis
In the sunlight Remus saw Sirius: dreamy gazes, lounging on his back, spirits so high ohmemy. Sucking on a blade of grass. How does thou tasteth, O Divine One? Sweet and salty, perhaps? Oh, the things to wonder.
ďAinít all bad.Ē A voice Remus as recognizes: Sirius. And realizes heís been caught staring.
A shuffle: cloth, grass, fingers (white-like in the sun), a push (just --- there) Ö The pleasant surprise of grass (sweet and salty, indeed!) in his mouth?
Eyes meet eyes, considering.
And Remus finds not one blade can stand comparison against Sirius Black --- a Divine Taste, indeed.
I was listening to ďSeasons of LoveĒ, if that helps to clue you in. >_<
And! Why do guys chew on blades of grass? Isnít is sticky? Arenít there microscopic bugs on there? How does it really taste? Please, someone. Enlighten me.
And I canít believe I wrote this, though. The sap! It scares me.
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