The Twelve Fucks of Christmas: A Wolfstar Story

Slippery When Wet

"Psst. Moony...you awake?"

"No."

A few moments of silence followed, "Are you awake now?"

Remus groaned and turned his back on Sirius, pulling the quilt back over his shoulder to shield him from the cold. It was Sunday morning and too early to be doing anything in Remus' opinion. It should have come as no surprise to anyone that knew him that he had always been more of a night owl—or wolf, werewolf...whatever. Sirius, however, had always been an early riser. The fact that Sirius was so chipper in the morning was something that Remus had learned to cope with over the years.

"I'll make you a cup of tea," Sirius offered brightly, pressing a kiss into Remus' hair. Remus smiled to himself and snuggled into his warm pillow. Okay, maybe his boyfriend being a morning person had its benefits.

The weight on the bed shifted as Sirius got to his feet. Remus, his eyes still closed, listened to Sirius' footsteps as he padded across the bedroom towards the window.

"Merlin's balls, it's freezing in here," he grumbled.

"I'd suggest you put some clothes on but I'd much rather you stayed naked and just came back to bed," Remus suggested lightly. There was a ruffle of curtains and then Sirius gasped.

"Moony!" he cried. "Check it out!"

"Unless someone's left a cauldronful of Galleons on our doorstep or David Bowie's frolicking naked in our begonias, I'm not moving from this bed," he declared.

"Oh, it's better than that!" said Sirius excitedly, leaping onto the bed causing Remus to bounce into the air. "There's at least three feet of snow out there!"

"And?"

"And?" Sirius sounded indignant. "Where's your sense of fun and adventure? We need to get out there before the kids get all the good snow first!"

"Get the good snow?" asked Remus irritably. "Where are they going to take it, exactly? And what kids? We live in the middle of nowhere!"

"I don't know, the kids from the village," he said quickly, waving his hand dismissively in the air. Remus doubted that very much; the nearest village was at least five miles down the road. Pulling his arm free of the warm covers, he grabbed blindly at the bedside table for his watch.

"What time is it...?" he squinted at the hands on the watch and groaned in annoyance before tossing it at Sirius. "What are you playing at? It's half six in the bloody morning!"

"I know!" Sirius cried. "We better get a move on!"

"Piss off."

Sirius bit his lip and gave Remus' shoulder a light shake, "Come on, mate. What if it melts by the time we get out there?"

"I'm sure the snow will still be there in an hour's time," he countered, propping himself up on his elbows, "Come back to bed."

Sirius shook his head and jumped back to his feet, "No can do. You stay in bed if you like, I'm going to make a start on making my snow fort. I'll meet you out there."

Remus gaped after Sirius as he pulled on a jumper and strode from the bedroom. He sighed and flopped back onto the bed. This wasn't how he'd planned on spending his Sunday morning.

Ten minutes later, Remus was trudging knee-deep through the snow, missing the warmth and comfort of his bed. That said, he couldn't help but admire how beautiful everything looked: the sky was a clear cerulean blue, the air so cold that Remus' breath came out his mouth and nose in great white plumes on each exhale. The rolling fields surrounding their remote little cottage were coated in a blinding sea of white, and he took a strange satisfaction from the subtle crunch of snow underfoot as he strode up the hill that overlooked the nearby lake. They swam in it on hot summer's days, but today it was frozen solid, shimmering and sparkling in the low winter sun.