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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.

“Ain’t all bad.” A voice Remus as recognizes: Sirius. And realizes he’s been caught staring.

Oh dear.

A shuffle: cloth, grass, fingers (white-like in the sun), a push (just --- there) … 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 “Seasons of Love”, if that helps to clue you in. >_<

And! Why do guys chew on blades of grass? Isn’t is sticky? Aren’t there microscopic bugs on there? How does it really taste? Please, someone. Enlighten me.

And I can’t believe I wrote this, though. The sap! It scares me.

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