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I always knew there was a reason I don't watch local TV. Yesterday night, I remembered why.

I (thankfully) fell asleep to the most stupid, most horrible "horror" show I've ever seen. It was a show made so the TV station could pamper their own acting students, so you can just imagine the pathetic acting, the lame sets, the puking-inducing fake wig of the "dead one" and the horrible script. It was... Laughable, at most. It made me cringe with despair, at some other moments. Grrr...

Title: Interlude
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 844
Author Notes: here's jadis31's thank you fic, because she's wonderful and she got Velvet Goldmine for me! *loves her* So, kinda hurried, but here it is. Also, you wanted Neville, and even when I know this probably wasn't what you were thinking about, I did give it a try. :)

Neville climbs to the top of the bookcase with far too much ease for an eleven month old baby, and Harry giggles from the floor as he sees where his companion has gone. Remus chokes on his beer, finally realizing the baby eyeing the floor with a smile that says he’ll give a try to flying and Sirius finally lifts his head from the ground, dark bags under his eyes and looking too serene for Remus’ peace of mind.

“Accio Neville,” Sirius says sleepily, his hold on his wand languid and as the baby touches ground again with a giggle Remus finally allows himself to breathe again. Sirius turns to him, hair creating shadows on his cheeks, and Remus doesn’t know whether he wants to kiss him or hate himself for wanting to kiss him. “Maybe I should take over, for a while,” says Sirius as he sits up, pulling Harry into his lap.

“I’m okay, you can go back to sleep if you want to.” He sets the beer back in the table, sitting on the floor next to Sirius and the infants crawling on the floor, his back rested on the back of the couch. His eyes are closing on their own, though, and deep down he knows it wasn’t a good idea to convince both Lily and Alice that he would make a wonderful nanny.

Sirius rolls his eyes, and sets Harry back to the floor, where he instantly goes to steal whatever Neville now holds with chubby fingers (something green, Remus guesses, as he already knows the boy’s weird fixation with both plants and dirt. Especially to have them for lunch). “Bullshit,” Sirius says, and pulls his head to him, ignoring his complaints as he sets Remus’ head on his lap, and suddenly the sole idea of pumping blood to his brain sounds difficult. “You really need some rest, Moony.”

“M’ fine,” Remus says without any real attempt to cover the truth, and he stops altogether when Sirius starts tugging softly on his hair, mindless and still only half-awake, staring at the children playing in the corner of the room.

Remus allows himself to close his eyes and sigh deeply, the beer on his bloodstream giving him enough of an excuse to enjoy himself without the normal amount of guilt that comes every time he touches Sirius a moment longer than needed. Harry laughs with Neville, and the ‘Muny’ and ‘pa-foo’s coming out of his mouth almost make him forget just what the children parents are doing out there in the dark, risking themselves for the cause.

Fingertips on his skin, and Remus thinks he’s dreaming. Dark hair tickling his eyelids, and he chuckles a bit, and then there’s lips on his. He melts into the almost-not-there kiss, wondering just where did he ever go to sleep, and reality falls down on him as Sirius moans, practically wrapped around him from his sitting position. He pulls back, as hard as it is to break away, and looks up into Sirius eyes, as wide-open as his own.

“Care to explain?” he says dryly.

“Not really, no.” says Sirius straightening his back, swallowing twice before regaining the Black haughty air he claims to hate but assumes instinctually.

“Well fuck you too,” says Remus as he gets up to quickly, ignoring the dizziness that wants to overcome him for a second, just wanting to get away.

“No, stop, Moony…” A hand on his wrist, and Remus is pulled back roughly, falling sprawled across Sirius’ chest, and through the anger he can see the way Sirius’ façade has melted away, leaving just a scared boy, that can’t seem to get all the air he needs, cheeks red. “I- I just. Shit, this is just too confusing.” Sirius bites his lip, closes his eyes and throws his head back, resting it in the couch; and as Remus sees honesty on his words he decides to risk everything in a way he has never dared done before.

Remus shifts, and before he is completely aware of what he’s doing, he straddles Sirius, upper bodies touching and not enough air between them to breathe from. “No repercussions?” he asks, and Sirius shakes his head too fast, face already tilted towards Remus’, and then they’re kissing in earnest, a dream come true and another one shattered, and for the life of him Remus can’t think of a single reason they hadn’t done that before.

(Two hours later, he remembers, and he needs sleeping pills just to stop staring at the ceiling in anguish).

Sirius gets his fingers under the scratchy wool of Remus’ jumper, and tickles, and then they’re laughing into the kiss and the mood seems to improve as if magically, arms wrapped around the other.

There’s tugs on their clothing, and Neville starts crying after he realizes he’s not being noticed at all, and after that, when both the children parent’s come pick them up, they know they did a shitty job of taking care of them.

But then again, the night had been worth it.