"BEACH DAY!” Teddy screamed as he tore off for the water, the exact moment the sun slipped beneath Remus’ sunglasses, turning his world a swirling, nauseating white.
Fuck! he shouted from inside his blindingly painful head. Mother fucking fuck shit fuck-fuck!
He should have stayed home. He was in no condition to be fighting a picnic blanket or his own tossing hair as the wind left both in a tangled mess.
His head was stabbing, his stomach eager to purge.
Not to mention the ache in his balls from that morning.
“You alright?” Dora asked with a laugh, giving him a firm slap on the back. His muscles let out a half-sigh at the brief touch.
He smiled, giving the blanket a sharp snap.
“Just glad I went with trousers today,” he laughed weakly, giving her a cheeky wink. “You ought to be ashamed."
“And what if I'm not?” she teased and, for a moment, something animal rushed through him. The sort of primal madness that had gotten him in this whole mess five years ago.
He dropped the blanket, his hands aching to grasp her hips, to pull her down onto the sand and graze his chin past h-
He closed his eyes. Dropped his chin. Began rolling up his sleeves.
“I ought to head down to the water before Teddy gets swept away."