m&mwp. Happy (late) birthday, Mew!
She'd taken too many drinks and looked close to passing out when Remus found her being groped by some slimy bloke in the Leaky Cauldron. He convinced himself that it was the fatherly instinct that caused him to charge up to the pair of them yelling his head off. Throwing the git half way across the room… well, he blamed that on the wolf.
"Lily Luna Potter," he scolded, well aware that she wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway. "Imagine what your father would say."
She laughed, throwing her head back and flinging her arm around the older man's neck. Bringing her face close to his ear, she let out a breath, her laughter mellowing to a giggle as she acknowledged his shudder.
"Do I make you nervous, Remmy?"
Her voice alone made him consider shrugging her off him and leaving her in the street. The girl was far too clever for her own good – batting those pretty lashes at him and imploring him with those chocolate eyes. It was the thought of Harry, who would surely kill him for leaving his only daughter in the street drunk, that made Remus wrap his arm around Lily's waist securely. His lips were tight though, and he clenched his spare hand, unaware of the blood he was drawing in his palm as he led Lily down the street.
"I think I make you nervous," Lily murmured. She grinned wickedly, before pursing her lips and connecting with his cheek. "I know I make you nervous."
He gulped, quickly removing his arm and crossing them both over his chest, his eyes set dead ahead of him. Essentially, he was trying his best to ignore her. But even so, the image of her red lipstick printed on his cheek didn't fail to stay on his mind as she stumbled about in front of him, her hips swaying dangerously.
"Come on, Remmy," she called, turning to face him with her head cocked to the side. "Take me home – take me to your home. Hell!" She finished with a yell and continued just as loudly, "Take me to your bed. It's not as if you don't want to!"
The way she was curling her red locks around her finger was positively toxic and Remus could feel his self-control wavering. How had she learnt to move her body like that? And who taught her to bite her lip like that? Surely not a man had taught her to be such a tease.
Groaning, he said, "Lily. Go home."
"Go home?" Lily pouted, her lower lip jutting out and her eyes widening. "Anyone would think you didn't want me, Remmy."
She was sauntering up to him now, staggering slightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. He relaxed, but only for a second. In a flash, he wrapped his arm around her wrist, throwing her rather violently in the other direction.
Instead of being put off, like any self-respecting would have been, Lily sat in a muddy puddle on the street with her head cocked to the side as she stared up at him.
"I'm not an innocent little girl any more, Remmy," she whispered, her hair covering his face and revealing her creamy white neck. In a small voice, that he might not have heard had he not moved closer to her to clasp her frozen hands, she added, "Take a bite, Remus. Just bite me, damn it."