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Part 1: meteor
The only disadvantage, Sirius thought, was the damned cold. Romantic and dangerous and sex on wheels, yeah, but the icy wind nearly flayed him as the motorcycle sped out over Lincolnshire.
"Moony," he yelled, "I need my gloves." Remus, bless his heart, fished them out from his pockets. Just as Sirius reached back for his gloves, something in the engine went "thunk" ominously and important things stopped operating. Including the very handy invisibility generator and the flight charms.
They dropped through the night sky like a meteor to earth. Sirius held his wand with no idea of what to do.
Part 2: fallen star
Remus whooped with primal glee as the ground rushed up. Sirius wrapped his legs grimly around the motorcycle and chanted spells through frozen lips. Something had to work….
One metre above the treetops, the air about them finally thickened, and they slowed. Sirius directed the bike to a clearing, and it landed, still thunking.
"I lost your glove," Remus said, and he seemed genuinely sorry.
"Fuck, Moony, I nearly lost you," Sirius said, the blood pounding in his ears almost louder than his own words.
Remus frowned. "I trust you," he said simply, and Sirius' legs collapsed under that weight.