Chapter Nine, Kissing III

When she lay's her head on your shoulder, tilt her head up and kiss her.

Just a heads up, this chapter contains snogging, more detailed than I've ever written I think. So bear with me.

Three years ago, on the spot, he'd graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had hoped and wished, but never really known if he and Lily would have made it through. There were times, even back in Hogwarts, when they'd fought so hard he'd thought they wouldn't make it even one day outside of Hogwarts' secure environment. Times when he thought they'd let harsh cruelties create a crack between them, and that they'd one day find that crack too big to overlook.

But, as much as they'd had their rough times, there were the good times – the times where James was so convinced that they'd spend the rest of their lives together, have children, grandchildren, a home and pets that not even the most skilled fortune teller could have convinced him otherwise. Luckily for James, the good times had been considerably more than the bad.

While looking back three years ago, he didn't much remember the friends, teachers or enemies. The pranks were, though somewhat foggy, somewhere in his memory along with other escapades done by himself and the Marauders. But the only thing he could see crystal clear was that final graduation day when he'd kissed Lily barefoot in the pouring rain.

All he could think of now this day exactly three years later was that moment in the pouring rain and of Lily. Now, exactly three years later, she was coming to live with him. Finally. He had nagged on her for so long, and now he'd get his way.

Looking around his living room his chest swelled with love while his eyes lingered on the photos of him and Lily hung on the walls. Lily had come by yesterday to put them up, as well as dropping off a few moving boxes.

He smiled. This apartment was no longer his home, and he could feel it. It was their home and their start on the rest of their lives.

The clock on his wall struck eight and Lily would come any minute, with more of her moving boxes filled with new stuffs for their home. He couldn't help the foolish grin that spread across his face. He'd really gotten her, all those years of pining after her, reciting cheesy poems Sirius picked out (it wasn't until recently James realized he'd only done it to embarrass James) and saying moronic pick-up lines (again, Sirius' idea) and admitting his feelings had finally paid off. He'd gotten his flower.

"Why're you smiling like an idiot, come and help me with these instead?" Lily's angry voice came from behind three boxes covering her body. She looked about to topple over anytime now.

"Why didn't you just levitate them?" he asked and rose to take two of the boxes.

"Yes! Why didn't I levitate them?" she said and smacked her forehead with her palm, "Why didn't I think of that, it was totally obvious? Or, maybe I didn't do it because you live right in a Muggle area and your neighbors have a clear insight into your living room and I just didn't want to be the stupid idiot who exposed the Wizarding world?"

"Grumpy, love. Don't be that way." He kissed her lips, "Today's a great day."

"I know. Sorry. But my back is killing me, those goddamned moving boxes are heavy."

"No, not really. You're just weak." He smiled cheekily while he teased the already annoyed witch and toyed with the boxes in his grip. Lily pulled a face as she put down her carton in the middle of the floor.

"Let's get this over with, shall we?" she asked and pulled the curtains closed. When James wiggled his eyebrows with an amused smirk on his face she just sighed.

"I meant we're going to be packing up these things. And we're doing it by magic, that's why I pulled the curtains you horny fool!" she laughed and began waving her wand. James smiled, although a little disappointed, but began helping her nevertheless.

Three hours later they both sat exhausted on the couch, only half of the boxes were unpacked.

"Geesh, Lily, how much stuff could you bring?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, James, want me to throw some out?" Lily said sarcastically.

"I wouldn't mind…" James mumbled and rolled his eyes, a habit he'd picked up from Lily. He could almost feel Lily rolling her eyes beside him when she sighed.

They sat still for an indefinable amount of time; it could have been half an hour but it might as well have been thirty seconds.

Until Lily leaned her head on his shoulder. Exhausted, but lovingly, he tilted her head upwards and claimed her mouth with his. He sucked gently on her lower lip before dragging his tongue along it, begging for entrance.

She opened for him directly, years of practice had allowed them to almost hear the other's intentions and respond to them directly, like instinct.

He snuck an arm around her waist as their tongues danced with each other and before she knew it she was sitting in his lap, with a leg on each side of him. She fisted her hands in his unruly curls and he dragged his hands along her backside, leaving flaming trails behind.

It was funny how, even though they'd been together for so long, their bodies responded to the other's tough like each time was the first.

She inched closer to him, trying to get closer still even when there was no distance between them.

He moaned in her mouth as her breasts pressed against his chest, and when she felt his erection below her, her brain went as if intoxicated. She snogged him even more eager than before, a light growl escaping her lips and he tugged her closed, clearly even more aroused by her animalistic sound.

Their lips broke apart for seconds, fighting to find their breath again, but their hands never stopped travelling the others body.

Lily let her hands travel beneath his shirt for the innumerous time, feeling his hard chest beneath her cold fingers. She heard James' breath hitch, felt it in his chest, and smiled wickedly.

"Let's go and initiate our bedroom."

"We've been in that bedroom before, Lily." James pointed out while his hands slipped under her shirt.

"Not when it belonged to both of us." She grinned and he couldn't help one of his own spreading.

"I've no complaints." He swept her up into his arms and carried her into their bedroom, slamming the door shut with his foot. Yep, he really did love living with Lily.

AN: How did you like it? The late update is due to the fact that I was in Portugal for two weeks, and this week I've been working and when I came home I was always too tired to do anything but sleep. Sorry! :(

How did you like this chapter? It's a bit different from how the others have been. Too detailed? Let me know!