[dalamar]

Прочитала отличный lay low at Lupin's сирирем A Fearsome Business, бегаю по потолку, пытаюсь превозмочь эмоции. Healing power of this paring is about to make me burst into hundredsthousands of ecstatic puppies. NOW KISS YOU CANINES
Ещё в этом фике есть: а) английская глубинка, б) милая маленькая девочка, в) ещё одно Тёмное Создание, г) Гермиона Грейнджер и д) стопицот кубометров психологически достоверного восстановления отношений. Пусть никто этого не прочитает, но я попытаюсь перевести - ради добра, справедливости и сирирема во всём мире.

The hallway was grey-lit, dusky and dim. They shuffled down the passage, taking small steps that kept them close to one another. Outside the bedroom Remus stopped them, turned, shouldered Sirius against the wall--not to pin, not to imprison, mindful even now of the fears of someone who had suffered cages for too long--only to lean in, to remind them both of the weight and comfort of body on body, skin on skin. To ask with tremoring hands, with reveling fingers: remember this? Remember that? And then no longer asking, but tenderly insisting: remember this. Remember. They stood with noses tip to tip, eyelids shuttering, hipbone aligned against hip. Sirius slouched, and Remus stretched upward, and even if the angles were sharper than before, the fit was just as good as it had always been. (с)