Disclaimer: Harry Potter, names, characters and indicia are solely JK Rowling's. I do not take credit for any thing you recognize in this story.
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The Mornings After
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"Are you watching me sleep?" Amusedly.
"No." Guiltily.
He chuckled gutturally and raised his eyebrows knowingly. "Lily, honestly, there's nothing wrong in watching me sleep."
She gaped openmouthed at him and blinked. "I was not watching you sleep. Shut up," She snapped.
He sighed amusedly. "As you wish, my darling." And he closed back his eyes.
"I really wasn't," she repeated in a small voice.
"Mhm," he mumbled.
"Oh shut up," she mumbled and slumped back against the cushions.
He let out another small laughed and nuzzled his nose against her neck, taking in the sweet smell of her fading perfume. His even breaths fanned out across her skin, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention.
If there was one thing she loved about sex with James –other than the sex itself, of course – was the mornings after. The way he let her cuddle against him, the way his warm skin felt against hers, the way he nuzzled his nose against her neck like that. It just about made him perfect, if it wasn't for the fact that he kept teasing her about watching him sleep. Every time.
She couldn't help it really. He looked so… angelic and peaceful. She really felt like hurling when thoughts like that occurred to her, but if she had to throw up every time a similar thought popped into her head ever since she and James got together, she'd had become dehydrated a long time ago.
It was unnerving, the effects he had on her.
Like now, when his fingers were lightly trailing up and down her stomach, barely brushing the undersides of her breasts, and she felt the familiar tug of arousal in her nether regions.
He wasn't really doing anything. It still sent her hormones haywire.
She hated him.
And then his tongue was licking at that sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, and a faint moan escaped her throat.
"I love you," she giggled.
She was pathetic.
She felt him smirk against her shoulder, where he left gossamer kisses against her skin, his hands now trailing south, towards her hips, and her legs unconsciously parted. His smirk grew wider.
"I-I wasn't watching you sleep," She stuttered, as his teeth nibbled at her ear and his fingers slid closer to her clit.
"I'm sure you weren't." The sarcasm in his tone didn't escape her, but she honestly didn't care when his mouth and fingers were rapidly building up the pleasure in her abdomen.
"God, I love sex in the morning," She groaned, licking his lips, and wrapping her legs around his stomach, feeling his arousal pressing against her.
He chuckled against her lips, his tongue teasingly touching hers in a slow yet deliberate dance. A low moan escaped her throat and her back arched when he swiftly slid inside of her, every part of their bodies flush against each other.
It was slow and passionate, and the low sound of his groans in her ear was driving her insane.
Then another sound joined their moans of passion.
A very different kind of sound.
"Fuck," He muttered.
"I told you we had to put a sound proof charm on the room," She grumbled, pushing him off of him. "Now Harry's awake."
"Hey!" He protested. "I can't help it if I'm such a good lover that you can't control your screaming!"
He ducked right in time to avoid the vase aimed at his head.
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Fin
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A/N: So this is probably incredibly meaningless, but I really felt like writing something…cute. Leave your reviews before you close this window, please!