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23 December 2006 @ 05:00 pm
Title: 'Tis the Season!
For: Subwah!
Ship: James/Sirius.

It's been so great writing for you, really! I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I have writing and I hope you have a magical holiday!

“If you touch me one more time, I will smack you.” James muttered, turning to scowl over his shoulder. “It’s called Homework, you should try it out.”

“Yeah, sure you will.” Sirius rolled his eyes, extending his foot to knock James’ books onto the floor. “Someone trying to impress some read head? By having all their work done?”

James flushed red, quickly ducking down to get his books. “Bugger off Padfoot.” Once he’d settled back into place he caught Sirius’ foot in the air, half way to his head. “Go find something useful to do, hmm?”

Not used to being ignored Sirius reached down to grab James’ hand, releasing his foot and forcing the other boy onto his back, coming to sit heavily on his chest. “Stop being a prat, Prongs.” Sirius said, grinning widely as the other boy struggled.

“Come on, get off me!” He protested, trying to shift the weight off, quills and books digging into his back. “You’ll spill the ink!”

“I will spill no such thing, seeing as you’ve got it on the floor.” Sirius rolled his eyes again, crossing his arms this time. “What’s so good about the bossy bint anyways?”

James stopped struggling, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Is someone jealous?”

“I’m no such thing.”

“I think you ARE!”

“Bugger off!”

“You’re the one sitting on my chest!”

“Good point.”

“So, are you going to move?”


“You’re impossible.” James concluded, giving up fighting against the man crushing him.

Sirius leant down, gently placing a kiss against his jaw. “It’s Christmas, not study like a lunatic season.” He informed him; gentle kisses placed along his jaw and then down his throat. “And there’s so much snow and so many unsuspecting first years.”

“Mmm…” James let out a sigh, tilting his head back. “That does sound tempting.”

“Yep, I thought you’d say as much.” He promptly stopped the kisses, sitting up.

James frowned, propping himself up on his elbows now that Sirius wasn’t intent on crushing him. “It’s Christmas, not be a bloody tease season.” James informed him.

“Oh but Prongs, dear friend, it’s always be a tease season!”