Night Patrols
When Lily thinks back to the letter she has long since lost, informing her she had been chosen for the Head Girls position and outlining a list of duties, she is certain that 'snog the Head Boy in dark corridors whilst patrolling' wasn't one of them. Yet here she is, held up against a wall entirely by James, as one of his hands inches further and further towards the hem of her skirt, when she really ought to be patrolling. Not that she minds, of course; she happens to like the feeling of James' hands inching up to her hem, not to mention the way his hand sits just right on the small of her back, or how his lips, which usually fit against hers so well, are clashing against hers so furiously and desperately; he tends to get a little more over enthusiastic during their night time sojourns in dark corners when they should be patrolling. The irony of the situation isn't lost on Lily; if they weren't the Head Boy and Girl, a perhaps more well behaved duo than them would be stalking the place, weeding out hidden couples just like them. The thought makes her giggle, the sound expelling across James' lips.
James pulls away slowly, detaching his lips from Lily's, his head craned so he can look up at her, something he does with a confused expression. "You know, it isn't very reassuring when you're kissing your girlfriend, and she laughs," he complains, his eyebrows rising up in question. "Is there a problem, Evans?"
Lily answers his confused expression with a sympathetic one of her own, and pulls his head back up to hers, settling her lips against his so she can nibble gently at his bottom lip. "Nope, no problem," she states firmly, pulling away ever so slightly. "The snogging is lovely. I was just thinking that we aren't too good at patrolling."
"Oh, right. Nice to know that when I'm thinking about taking your skirt off, you're thinking about patrols," James teases lightly. "Though I s'pose we ought to be putting a stop to these sorts of activities, rather than partaking in them. Maybe we should… stop this and do that?"
Shaking her head, Lily leans forward once more, closing the miniscule gap between them once again, and buries her head in his neck, her tongue reaching out to sweep along his pulse point in a way she knows drives him crazy. "But patrols are so boring and this is… not. Besides, it must nearly be ten by now anyway, no point starting now."
It is now James' turn to laugh, which he does whilst at the same time squirming underneath the feel of Lily's tongue running along his neck. "And everyone said I would be a bad influence on you," he breathes in a soft drawl.
Though perhaps, considering the way he is nudging her head up so he can capture her lips with his, they are both a bad influence on each other.
