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Sirius slides his hand up Remus's back, feeling the pull and stretch of skin over muscle and sinew. He marvels at the pale flesh and the silver of the scars. Remus moans softly and moves, grinding slightly against the bed as he shifts. He sprawls across the mattress as though nothing bothers him, as though no nightmares flicker behind his eyes. Sirius's hand continues its slow travel up and down Remus's spine and his eyes burn with envy as he blinks away the threat of sleep. |
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