((Yay it's back finally! Still spotty but back! What's in Alaska?))

Severus was not thrilled by the way that Remus kept groaning, but he did not call him out on it. Fingers, colder than Remus's skin, settled on the boy's chest. "Hadn't plans t' go 'nywhere, t' be 'onest," he murmured, the heat of his breath a direct opposition to the way the rest of his touch felt.

Severus had fleeting moments with Remus, all of which had to be secretive. There was no way, no way in any of the planar levels of existance, that Severus would give up what little he had.

"Magical wounds... I'm sure I can figure ou' a way t' tend 'em." Well, he did like challenges.