Disclaimer: I don't own it. Just borrowing for my (and your) entertainment.
Summary: She always does this to him, and he can't help but act on it. It's her fault, sort of, for looking so damn perfect in his shorts. (Heavily inspired by the 5 Seconds of Summer song "She Looks So Perfect".)
AN: Normally I can't stand song fics but I have been listening to this one blasted song on repeat for the last like, 3 weeks, and I guess it struck a chord within me and so here I am, posting this little ficlet for you all because it really needs to get out of my head. Just a little blurb, really. Enjoy!
He watched her walk across the room, hips sashaying from side to side in that cute little swing he had so helplessly fallen head over heels for in his Fourth Year. She was slipping on a tee shirt, one of his absolute favorites, humming a song under her breath as she balanced on the balls of her feet. She was a toe-walker, light as a feather on her feet.
But what really drew his attention was the bottom half of her body. A pair of his dark green boxer briefs was now slung low on her waist, the ends of the shorts reaching about mid-thigh on her. Her pale legs, long and slimly muscled, stood out in stark contrast to the dark fabric.
"I can feel you thinking from here." She cast a glance at him in the mirror, her dark red hair swinging back and forth as she wrestled the long locks into a ponytail. Hazel eyes glittered prettily at him from her reflection and he shot a lazy grin at her.
"Have I ever told you how unfairly sexy it is that you make my underwear look that good?" He rolled onto his stomach in the middle of the bed, the blue sheet covering his body falling dangerously low on his person. It wrapped around the trim cut of his waist, pulled tight against the sway in the lowest part of his back.
"Hmmm." She tapped a finger against her bottom lip thoughtfully and he had to bite his own to keep from groaning aloud. "Not today." She bounced a few more times on her toes, the tease, and spun on the spot, heading for the large walk in closet they shared. She paused by the foot of the bed, one hand trailing across the haphazardly spread comforter. Her eyes sparkled again as she met his intense stare. "But you can show me, if you'd like."
And then he lunged, sheet be damned, and all but ripped the tee shirt from her upper half as he dragged her back to bed. She giggled the entire time, not caring that she would probably be late for work for the third time this week, or that she would have to redo her ponytail since his fingers now twisted her hair back into unruly strands
Because if there was one thing Lily Luna Potter enjoyed, truly enjoyed, it was making Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy become the unbridled man he really was.
AN: Annnnnd that's it!