She rose quietly. It took quite a lot of effort, as she had become tangled in the sheets over night. After her freeing her limbs, she stepped lightly onto the floor beneath her. As silently as she could manage, she began rummaging around, looking for the clothes that had been strewn across the room the night before. After five minutes of looking with no success, she cursed herself for being so rambunctious.
She just couldn't help it. She was always that way around him. Louder and angrier and livelier and funnier and happier and so much more passionate than when she was with anybody else. It was great fun at the time, but when morning came, as it inevitably did, there were always consequences, and they were never fun. She had thoroughly enjoyed herself last night, throwing her clothes off to feel him skin on skin, but now it was morning and she was naked and she couldn't find her clothes and, despite the bright light streaming in from the windows, it was cold.
She stopped looking for a moment, put her hand on her hips, and sighed. The temptation to just crawl back into bed and cuddle up with the boy sleeping in it, the boy who was always, always warm, was overwhelming. It wasn't like he would mind… Actually he'd probably rather enjoy it and maybe they'd… No! No. No, no, no, no, no. She could not do that. She had plans! She had promised herself that she would not fall back into that delicious trap. She had plans and she was sticking to them!
As if a sign from the heavens, the moment she resolved to stick with the aforementioned plans, she noticed her knickers hanging from a lamp on the bedside table. Success! She walked quickly over to the other side of the room, pulled the offending material off the lamp shade and pulled them back on. Now, where was her shirt? She continued rummaging around, searching for the missing article. Where was it? And why was it so cold?
"What are you doing?" A deep voice called from behind her. She froze immediately. She turned to face the no-longer-sleeping man who was now sitting against the headboard, wrapped in a sheet and looking at her expectantly. The morning light reflected off of him, and though she knew the sheets were white, they appeared yellow in the glow. She didn't answer. "Leaving already?"
"You weren't supposed to wake up," she replied. Her hands were on her hips and her expression scolded him. She was only vaguely aware that the effect was ruined by her nakedness, "You always ruin everything."
"I ruin everything?" he responded. He rose from the bed and began to approach her, "But you're the one leaving me in bed."
"Of course I am, Potter," she maintained her stance, "I have plans."
He came closer. "Plans?" he asked, "Well that's funny, because I have some plans too."
"Oh really?" She tried to keep a straight face, but he was very close now, and he was leaning into her and it was difficult not to smile when he was so near. "What sort of plans?"
"The kind that involve you staying here with me," he whispered. He moved slightly closer and wrapped his arms around her, covering her naked body with the sheet wrapped around him, and immediately warming her with his embrace, "And getting rid," his hands moved down to the knickers she had found earlier, "Of these."
"Mmmmmm," she pretended to think about his proposition, but her arms found his shoulders of their own accord, "I think I could be amenable to your plans…" she smiled and leaned up to kiss him.
As usual with James, she just couldn't help herself. He was so warm, and it seemed as though he was glowing in the yellow light of the morning. That was just James though; it seemed he was always glowing. Of course, he made everyone around him glow too. It was why Lily loved him so much.
He leaned into her, and let her begin pushing him back toward the bed. He stopped her briefly before they toppled over, "So, what exactly were you planning this morning?"
"Oh," she grinned, "I was going to make you breakfast, but I like this idea more."
"Merlin, I really ruin everything, don't I?" She nodded, "Well," he said, "We can always go back to your idea later…"
She giggled, "Okay, James, I'll make you breakfast."
"I love you, Lily," he kissed her on the nose.
She grinned and crinkled her face, "I love you too, James."