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03 January 2007 @ 01:13 am
LATE: Week 4 for F. T. Elves  
Title: Fathers Christmas
For: F. T. Elves
Ship: Remus/Hermione/Bill
Words: ~ 245
Week Four Prompt: Anything Goes
Warnings: fluffy, cuteness!

Somewhere in the house, a bell is ringing. A Christmas bell on their tree is ringing and a man is cursing softly.

"Shhh, you're going to wake her."

The quiet thump of boxes bumping together, contents rattling, follows.

"If your constant hissing of directions hasn't woken her by now, Wolfling, nothing will."

If stares can truly make a person bear their weight, the two settled upon her will have the holiday chocolates beat hands down for 'Most Weight Added During the Season'. She doesn't need to see them to know brown and blue will both share the hunted gaze and mischievous sparkle of little boys trying to be sneaky -- even if both sets of eyes belonged to grown men several years her senior.

"Good thing she's a heavy sleeper."

"Good thing your head was harder than that bell, you mean."

A soft growl is followed by even softer murmurs.

"Keep distracting me like this and, come morning, we won't have even half of Hermione's gifts arranged."

"But I like distracting you, Old Wolf."

More soft murmurs and a muffled smack of skin meeting skin, sharply.

She tries to keep up her pretenses, feigning sleep while her lovers play Father Christmas. But, an escaped giggle gives her away. Without opening her eyes, she smiles sweetly and pulls back the bedclothes.

"If you two are going to insist upon being cute, the least you could do is give me one of my presents now."
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