AN: This story was originally supposed to be a one shot but I felt it getting to long and there was a need for chapters D: Anyway I hope you enjoy it. It has a bit of Slashy Remus-y Sirius-y love so if you don't like that the back button is typically located to the top left button of your internet navigator.

Disclaimer: HP is way too cool for me to own.

James led Lily by hand up the stairs to the seventh year's boys dormitory. It seemed to always happen this way; after double potions the couple fled to the empty Gryffindor common room and climbed the staircase in jubilance. This had become their "dirty" little secret.

James sat on a neatly primped bed and kicked off his socks and shoes.

"Remus would kill you if he knew you were rubbing your quidditch toes all over his sheets," Lily said.

James laughed and took his athletic socks and rubbed them on Remus' pillow.

"Then let us not tell him."

"James! That's disgusting," she exclaimed.

"But you love me and what I do." James said while he began to undress, stripping his pants, shirts, vest, and tie.

"Yeah right," she snorted slipping off her tie and unbuttoning her shirt.

James' attention had soon been pulled away from his own disrobing to the luminous skin that showed from across the room. Silence overcame him.

"You're staring," she mumbled incoherently.

"As the boyfriend I remember having rights to do so."

"It's weird, quit it."

"You're just cute when you're half naked. Dontcha think?" He gave his wicked grin and bent over to the ground looking for a shirt.

"And I just love it when you bend over."

"HEY!" James came back up looking over at Lily with eyebrows furrowed.

Lily had made a discernable noise that James couldn't quite read and he bent back over. He found his old faded Gryffindor quidditch t-shirt on the rug nearest his trunk, pulled it on and hopped into his own bed. He looked over to Lily who was looking through his drawer frantically. James patted the bed with a lustful expression crossing his face.

"C'mon love. I'm getting cold without you."

"Oh please! You can wait. I can't find—."

There was a sudden pause until Lily turned around to face her boyfriend.

"James why is there a—," Lily said pulling out a shirt from the drawer. She held out the top so the design could be seen clearly.

James shot out of bed and was at Lily's side no less than a second.

"Um…," he began.

Lily giggled and pulled the shirt over her head.

"I just wanted to know. It's a cute shirt…for a guy your age." Lily pointed to the big brown teddy bear that was sewn badly onto James' shirt. It wore a large red bow around its neck and had a quote bubble at the left of its head.

"You're 'beary special' James?" Lily said biting her lip a bit hard.

"Oh please! You act as if your mother's never made you sit down and learn to sew, " James said heading back to the bed.

"Aw, don't give me that James," she said following him to the bed. They both slid under the sheets and gathered pillows for their heads. James lay left of Lily, his arm wrapping around her slender waist while the other hoisted his head up. Lily, cold from the outside temperatures, snuggled into James' chest while looking up occasionally.

"I hate potions James," she whispered.

"What—why? You're the best at that class!" James said, his eyebrows frowning in concern. He had pulled away from her slightly to get a better look into her demantoid eyes.

"It's alright I suppose, but—,"

"Is it because of Snape?"

"No-no-no!" Lily said quickly burying her head back into James' chest. She wrapped her arms around his torso and sniffed into his chest.

"Did you just sniff me?" James asked hysterically looking down at Lily.

"Are we playing the question game?"

"Oh Evans don't try to hide your obsession!"

"Hah! You lost!" Lily said, thankfully appreciating the low light in the dormitory.

"So what do I smell like?" James asked gleefully.

"Boy," Lily said flatly.

"Oh, then you must smell Sirius on me because I am a man." James let go of Lily to pull one of his arms out and show her his muscles.

"I'm sorry love, but I don't see anything." Lily said moving her head swiftly left and right pretending to search for something miniscule.

"Really? If I didn't have muscles I couldn't do this then could I--," James was cut off by the sudden squeal Lily made as he grabbed her by the waist, held her in the air, and flipped her so that she was now positioned underneath him.

"Anyone could do that! I weigh the same as a bloody--," Lily said exasperatedly.

"Troll?" James said his eyebrows lifting as a grin formed his mouth.

"JAMES! I am insulted!" Lily gasped for dramatically and put her hand over her chest.

"I was only kidding Lily!" James said putting his arms back around her body and kissing her cheek.

Lily only pretended to fight against the warmth of James Potter but found it impossible to resist. She resorted to pouting and looking down at his arms.

"You swear you didn't mean it?" She asked fruitlessly, knowing the correct answer.

"Of course love. You know I didn't mean it that way. You're as light as a pillow."

There was an immediate silence and Lily's tactic had changed.

"So what do you mean? You think I'm too skinny?" Her voice raised its pitch and she now sat in an awkward half in bed-on-bed-out of the bed position.

James took precaution to the not so smooth move he had just made.

"I hope you're kidding," James said. He laid comfortably, head on his pillow, staring up at Lily. He knew she was joking. His hand reached out and pushed one of Lily's fiery locks behind her ear, his expression full of affection.

Lily had stopped in her momentary fake girly drama when James' skin touched her own. It was always warm and she shuddered under his touch. James caught this reaction and inclined his body towards her.
His hand reached to the back of her neck and he kissed her forehead, and her freckled nose, and softly on her cheeks. Lily's breath hitched, suddenly unable to breath due to the overwhelming smell of summer. That's what James smelled like; the scent of fresh grass, a bit of sweat and sweet apple cider Lily couldn't help but take in his aroma.

"So you were just playing around, right?" James wrapped his arms around her tightly and nuzzled into her neck.

"Yes," she murmured, a grin breaking from her angry façade.

"You sure?" He asked now giving her descending kisses down her throat.

"Yes!" Lily said now trying to push the anxious teenage boy away.

"I'm not convinced," James mumbled into the beginning of her sternum, his lips carrying on until Lily let out sounds of protest but not very loud ones.

She caught his hands which had now slipped under the 'Beary Special' shirt. Her eyes had closed and her body no longer opposed this feeling.

"James."

He kissed her mouth setting her on another tangent of shudders.

"Jame-,"

"Shh," James whispered.

Lily's mouth had been silenced by James' hand and she gave him a bewildered stare.

"Listen," he said quietly.

There had been stomping up the stairs as Lily and James talked but now there were hushed whispers at the door.

Sorry for the really crappy chapter ending. Like I said I wanted this to originally be a one shot all together but I felt the need to post :D. Review please and I'll have the next chapter up soon!
Lots of love, Emi.