Two boisterous men burst into the kitchen.

Lily rolled her eyes; she didn't have to turn around to know that they'd be completely caked with mud and grime after their impromptu game of Quidditch in the warded backyard.

"Evans, have I ever told you how much I love you? Really, really, love you? More than James?"

Sirius must have smelled the cookies cooling in the pan on the counter top then.

"Nice try, Black. The cookies are a bit hot, I've just got them out of the over and neither of you are touching them until you're clean."

She felt a pair of familiar arms snake around her waist. "I can think of another thing that's hot," James whispered. "Really, really hot."

"Nice try, James," laughed Lily, pushing him away. "Both of you go upstairs and get washed - "

"Ouch!" Sirius drew his hand away from the pan as though scalded. And looking at his hand, he was.

Lily quirked an eyebrow and James sniggered. "That's what you get for trying to steal a cookie behind my back, Black. Now c'mon, go upstairs and clean up, because I can smell you from here."


For Sanch. Lots of love!