Sirius

Moony shifted and sighed in his arms. His back was pressed warmly against Sirius's chest. Sirius kept one arm wrapped around his waist, and propped himself up with the other arm. He placed tiny, gentle kisses on Moony's bare shoulder. He couldn't believe last night was real. He had fucked one of his best friends, and it wasn't even mildly weird. Remus felt natural in his arms, he felt like he belonged there. Sirius leaned over him to see his face. He was awake.

"Moony, has anyone ever told you, you have the most perfect arse?"

"Yeah, Davidson." Remus sighed. His voice was soft with sleep and Sirius thought it was the cutest thing he'd ever heard. He always sounded so tiny and adorable in the mornings. Next to him moaning and coming beneath him, it was Sirius's favourite thing about him.

"Ugh." Fucking Davidson, "What a kiss arse."

"You have no idea how true that is." Remus breathed, letting his eyes drift closed.

Sirius went back to covering his shoulders in soft kisses, and whispered, "You have a filthy mouth, Moonbeam."

Peter

When Peter entered the kitchen, Sirius and Remus were nowhere to be found. James was sat at the dining table though, staring wide-eyed at his coffee. Peter greeted him, but he barely looked up. He looked... sick. Maybe he had caught a cold after the Quidditch match, he needed a big breakfast.

"Food?" Peter asked, rooting through the many cupboards in the room.

He found a carton of eggs, and some untouched vegetables. Vegetable omelettes it was. They'd eaten a lot of the sausages and bacon, and Peter knew he'd have to save the remaining ones for Remus tomorrow. Or they'd have to find a shop, otherwise they'd have a very hungry, very angry werewolf boy on their hands.

James hadn't replied to his question, so Peter turned around and waved his ingredients around, "Omelettes."

James nodded, and settled back to staring at his coffee. Peter shrugged, he was probably just tired or sick. He set about making the omelettes, and heard Sirius and Remus enter. They were giggling about something, but composed themselves enough to say good morning.

"What you cooking, Wormy?" Sirius asked, as he beelined to the kettle. He had an earsplitting grin on his face, completely opposite to the look on James's face.

Peter showed the whisked eggs to his friend, "Omelettes."

"No sausages?" Sirius asked, looking a tad disappointed.

"Yeah, Sirius loves a good sausage." Remus beamed from the dining table.

Sirius shot him a look, and Peter drew his eyebrows together. He was half tempted to ask what was going on, but the butter had just melted in frying pan. He shrugged, and carried on cooking.

"So do you. Can't get enough meat, can you?" Sirius asked, pouring boiling water into two mugs.

"I'm a werewolf. We need it." Remus said.

Peter glanced at him. His eyes sparkled with something Peter couldn't place. He glanced at James to see if he knew what was going on, but he'd gotten paler. He looked sicker than he had.

"You are pretty needy." Sirius agreed, carrying Remus's tea and his coffee over to the table. He sat down and grinned at Prongs, "What's up with you, sourpuss?"

"Nothin'" James muttered, barely audible. He couldn't look Sirius or Remus in the eye, he focused on the pan in Peter's hands. Peter was angled slightly around to see them all, while cooking.

"You sure, Prongs?" Moony asked, placing his tea down. He sounded genuinely concerned, "You look really pale. Do you have a cold? I can make you some herbal tea."

"I'm fine, Moon-" James froze, something flashed behind his eyes. Sirius and Remus exchanged a confused glance, and then looked at Peter for help. Peter shrugged, and James eventually shook his head, "I'm fine, Remus."

James drank his cold coffee, and stared at the wooden table. Sirius glanced at Remus and mouthed, "Remus?".

Moony shrugged, and sipped his tea again. Peter focused all his attention on the omelettes, oblivious to whatever had happened between the three of them.

Now he could use magic while cooking, he managed to make four omelettes in record time. He served everyone breakfast, with the tension and confusion still floating in the air. He sat down and dug in.

James barely ate his, he kept glancing furtively at Sirius and Remus. The latter were grinning goofily at each other, and whispering things as they ate. Peter ate, pretending he didn't find anything weird about this morning.

He had just popped the last piece of his omelette – delicious, even if he did say so himself – into his mouth, when the kitchen door swung open. All four of them looked up, briefly confused, until Lily Evans appeared in the doorway. Then they all looked perplexed instead.

James

James looked at his friends. They were all looking towards the kitchen door. That was good, they could see her too, he wasn't hallucinating. Still, it couldn't be a good sign that she was here. Not after what he had done. She must have been here to break up with him. He stood up, without really meaning to. She looked at him, and she was so beautiful he had to look away.

He opened his mouth. He had intended to ask what she was doing here, or beg for her forgiveness, but nothing came out. He hadn't said anything, and now he was stood up, staring at her like an idiot. At this point, he would settle for any word in the English language. Even if he just said beetroot, it would be something.

She waited.

He still didn't say anything.

He was hot and clammy, and why did she have to be so beautiful? Why did she have to look at him so expectantly? He did the only thing he could think of. He walked past her, and left the room. He didn't need to turn around to know she'd followed him. Entering his bedroom for the week, he heard her shut the door behind them. He steeled himself, he could face her. He would face her as she broke up with him, he could do this.

She didn't smile when he looked at her, but he did. He couldn't help it, she was as gorgeous as ever, and all James wanted to do was get down on his knees, hug her waist, and beg her to forgive him. It was pathetic, he knew it.

"Lily, I'm sorry." He said, the words tumbling out of his mouth. The rain pattered loudly against the window, and he raised his voice to be heard over it, "I should never have said that. Your sister's not a bitch, she's-"

"She is a bitch!" Lily interrupted.

James's mouth hung open in shock. He had heard Lily swear before, but never so blatantly. Usually it was whispered against his skin, or muttered under breath when she messed up a potion. She was never so clear and loud.

Her mouth twitched slightly at his dopey expression, and he clamped his mouth shut.

"She is a bitch, but she has every right to be." Lily said, "Imagine you had a magical sibling, while you were a muggle. Imagine watching her get to fly on brooms, and create potions that mimic love, while you have to learn maths. It's hard for her, she's allowed to hate me."

She paused, and looked at the couch, the corner of her lips turned downwards. James wanted to hug her, but he resisted. He folded his arms across his chest to stop himself. She had yet to get to the part when she shouted at him, and he didn't want to annoy her more than he already had.

Her eyes flicked back to his, "But you, James Potter, have no right to say that about her! You don't get to-"

"I know." James said, rather quietly compared to her shouting.

It was her turn to look dopey. She had been expecting a fight, obviously. She had expected him to yell at her, to stand his ground, no matter how wrong he was, like he used to. But he wasn't that guy anymore. Lily had changed him, for the better.

Of course, he was miles away from actually being humble, but he was closer than ever. He knew he was wrong, and he would accept his punishment even if it was her breaking up with him.

He realised he hadn't said anything for a while, and Lily was looking at him expectantly. He cleared his throat, "I know I shouldn't have said that. No one should ever insult someone else's family... Unless it's Sirius's, because even he would admit they're real dicks." James glowered at the thought of them, and then remembered Lily was still with him, "My point is, if you want to go back home and never talk to me again, I won't stop you."

He looked at her, her face was a mask. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, so he continued, "I mean, please don't do that, because I'll miss you more than anything. And I'll probably fail Potions without you."

James was sure the corner of her mouth twitched again, only minutely, "No, that's not true. I won't fail Potions, I'll fail all my exams. I would write I miss Lily as the answer to every question. So please don't leave me, but, you know, if you want to, I won't stop you." He added quickly, "And it won't be like when we were kids, I won't follow you around and ask you out everyday. I'll leave you alone."

She frowned again, and that sealed it for James. She was leaving. At least she was sad about it, but she was still going to go. He'd fucked up beyond repair, and he deserved to be dumped. He shut his eyes, because he was letting her leave, but that didn't mean he had to watch. He listened to the rain, and waited for the tell tale close of the door.

Only it never came.

He heard her footsteps. He cracked one eye open. She was closer to him, standing inches away, arching one eyebrow at him. She swatted him on the arm, and smiled. That smile. James wanted to stare at it for eternity.

"You're an idiot." She said softly, still smiling. James smiled back, "Did you really think I would break up with you?"

James nodded, and she whacked him again.

"JAMES POTTER, YOU IDIOT!" She laughed, and he laughed too, "I don't believe you! I wouldn't break up with you over that! I love you, you complete moron, I only came to shout at you for a bit."

"You love me?" James whispered. He reached out and entwined his fingers with hers, pulling her even closer. He kissed the top of her head, she smelt like flowers. She freed her hands from his and stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"Of course I love you." She whispered back, pressing her lips firmly to his. His heartbeat picked up, he could taste her strawberry lip balm.

James swept her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She tasted like heaven, and strawberries, better than anything James had ever tasted. He wanted to devour her. She tugged on his hair. He lowered her to the couch, and ended up on his knees in front of her. She looked into his eyes, and owned him instantly, eternally. He kissed the nearest thing to him, her knee.

"I love you." He whispered.

"Obviously." She beamed. She leaned downwards and kissed him firmly.

Her tongue ran across his bottom lip, and he couldn't believe he had fretted over this for days. She had forgiven him so easily and so completely, he couldn't believe it. He should never have expected anything else. It was Lily, after all. She got angry at him, a lot, but she always forgave him.

She was brilliant. She was everything. He smiled against her lips, trailing his fingers across her thigh, to the hem of her skirt. Her legs parted slightly, and he drew small circles on her thigh, tasting her tongue with his.

She sat back suddenly, watching him through her long eyelashes. He pushed between her legs slightly, and reached for the hem of her t-shirt. She moved to let him pull it off, revealing a familiar lacy bra. He recognised it instantly, it was his favourite. He quirked one eyebrow, and colour flooded her cheeks.

"I've missed you too." She explained. When he grinned, she added, "Shut up."

He pulled his own t-shirt over his head, and Lily ran her fingers through his hair to neaten it. He leaned upwards and found her collarbones with his lips. She sighed, and James ran his hands over her soft skin, dragging her closer. Her fingers stilled briefly in his hair, as he placed kisses down her chest.

She arched her back and he fumbled with the clasp of her bra. He pulled it off, and threw it somewhere behind him. He kissed the warm skin of her breast, wrapping his mouth around her pink nipple. She moaned softly, barely audible. He dragged his teeth across the sensitive skin, and she gasped, hands clenching in his hair.

He loved her. He loved her more than anything. He wanted to show her how much he loved her. He kissed below her breast, kissing her ribs. He ran his tongue over her hip bone, and her hips arched slightly. He moved away just enough to pull her skirt off.

James moved back and crashed their lips together. She nibbled his bottom lip, eliciting a moan. He needed her so badly. Days spent without her were bad enough, but it had been over a week since he'd last seen her. He had missed her so much. He had missed the smell of her hair, the taste of her skin, her laugh.

He kissed the inside of her thigh, and removed her underwear. She was already sounding breathless, and he knew just what to do. He kissed the highest part of her thigh, and moved across to the other. His eyes flicked up to her face, and she was blushing so prettily. He purposefully kissed the space above the sprinkling of pubic hair.

He moved to place his lips over the sweet-spot that would make her moan, but her voice stopped him, "Sirius."

He pulled his face away quickly, and stared at her, mouth hanging open. He had certainly not expected that. He opened his mouth to ask why she had said his name and not James, but nothing came out. Her lips twitched, and she moved slowly, sitting up. She reached for his face, and ran her fingers down his cheek, so gently.

"I'm not thinking of Sirius, you can stop looking panicked." She breathed, "I meant, Sirius, or Remus, or Peter, they're not going to..." Her eyes flicked purposefully towards the door.

"Oh, oh." He said, he reluctantly stood up. If he was honest, this wouldn't the first time one of his friends had walked in on them. Still, he didn't want a repeat of that. He grabbed his wand from where it had fallen from his pocket and aimed it at the lock, "Colloportus."

He turned back and she nodded her head. The rain was still pattering against the window, and the candlelight was spinning gold into her hair. He was back between her legs in an instant, nibbling her inner thigh. He ran his tongue over the reddening skin. He bit the skin, released it, then kissed it again. He kept going, feeling Lily's hips twitch with every bite.

He couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to taste her. He kissed the hood of her clitoris. Sucking it softy, then licking her broadly with his tongue. Lily moaned his name, and he felt a twitch in his pants. The floor was digging into his knees, but the sound of Lily's moaning was enough to make him stay where he was.

He pushed one finger inside her, feeling it grow slick. He arched it expertly, applying pressure to the roof of her vagina. He licked upwards, and flicked his tongue against her clitoris again. Lily arched her back, and he knew she was already so close. It was easy, really, he knew just what to do to make her come.

He loved the taste of her. He could hear her breath quickening when he paid attention to all the right places. He slipped in a second finger, feeling her muscles clamp down on them. He didn't care about his friends, he didn't care about anything but her right now. She was everything in his world, she was all that mattered, he was going to make her come.

"I love you." She said again, her voice shaky and breathy.

He didn't reply but he smiled against her. He sped up his fingers, matching his pace with the movement of his tongue. She was warm and close. Her fingers were in his hair, pulling on the roots. Suddenly, her legs tightened around his shoulders and her orgasm rushed out of her. Her muscles contracted rapidly, and she arched her back. Her nails dug into his scalp as she fell into bliss.

He didn't stop. He kept going, he licked up the wetness that came out of her. He squeezed her thigh with his free hand, probably leaving bruises where his fingers were. He kissed every inch of her, sucking at her clitoris again. He licked until her hands tightened in his hair, and she pulled him away.

"Stop, it's... sensitive, I... Oh... god..." She panted, unable to form words. She let her eyes close.

He smiled triumphantly, and licked his fingers clean, while she caught her breath. He didn't move from between her legs, he moved upwards and rested his head on her chest. He could hear her erratic heartbeat, feel the fast rise and fall of her chest, he smiled. He never wanted to let her go. Never, ever, ever.

He felt her come back, her breathing return to normal. She wrapped her arms around him, enveloping him in the smell of her. After a few seconds of silence, where they listened to each other breathe, Lily said, "My mum thinks I've gone to the shop."

"Don't leave." James replied, wiggling free of her grasp.

He stumbled to his feet, and she draped herself horizontally across the couch. He couldn't drag his eyes away from her. He lifted her legs and sat down, resting them in his lap. He drew patterns along her smooth thighs, feeling happier than ever.

"I'll have to eventually. I can't go back home without milk, and naked." She let out a melodic laugh, and he smiled fondly.

"You can take Sirius's milk." He glanced around the room, "And I'll find your clothes... eventually."

She grinned and reached for his hand. He entwined their fingers, and she pulled him down with surprising strength. He wrapped around her, and she nuzzled inside his arms. She sighed when he pressed his lips to her shoulder.

She wiggled her hips, rubbing against his crotch, "It feels like we're not done here... I guess I can stay for a bit longer."

He let out a deep laugh, and nuzzled his face into her neck. After placing a kiss below her ear, he asked, "Forever?"

"Forever." Lily agreed, and he could hear the smile in her voice.