Hello, hello! Two updates in one day? I know! SCANDALOUS! (Not really, but sod it, it felt right (write? HA. Okay, sorry))

Again, I'm pretending they're not dead. Because I love them and THIS WEEK IS STRESSFUL AND I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THAT THEY'RE DEAD. OKAY? OKAY.

EXCITED FOR MY AURORS UPDATE TOMORROW?! I AM! If you're not reading it, you should read it! I don't really do the multi-chap fic thing, so I AM NOT ASHAMED IN ASKING FOR MORE READERS BECAUSE HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS CAN GIVE ME FEEDBACK.

My, I'm shouty today.

Disclaimer: I'm not JKR. Sorry?

Lily buried her face in her hands and sighed. No matter how much paperwork she did, it would never stop being horrendously annoying. If those fucking bastards ever pulled their heads out of their arses, she probably wouldn't have to do as much.

She felt a pair of warm, strong arms wrap around her shoulders and she sighed contentedly as their owner dropped a kiss onto the side of her neck.

"Mmm... Sirius, I thought you'd forgotten about me." "Oi!" James moved his hands and pinched her sides, sending Lily into a fit of laughter, "Oh, it's YOU, darling!" She said, turning in her seat and trying to carry on the joke, "Here I thought it was my secret lover. My sincerest apologies." James smirked, "Secret lover my arse," he pressed his lips to hers, a chaste kiss he knew would make her want more, and ghosted his lips up her jaw towards her ear, "no one could make you come like I do." His voice was rough, already, with need, and when he took the bottom of her earlobe between his teeth, she had to bite back a moan.

"I don't know," she said quietly, running one hand through her hair to keep from touching him, "Sirius is a pretty spectacular lover. He does this thing where..." she trailed off and shuddered. Torturing him was more fun than it should be. It's a sickness.

James, not entirely to her surprise, laughed, "Oh, love," he wrapped his hands under her elbows and picked her up, scooting her chair out of the way with his foot and setting her down on top of all her stupid paperwork. Her hands were trembling with the need to touch him, and she wasn't going to, really, until he leaned down and pressed another one of those annoyingly chaste kisses onto her lips and said, with that maddeningly victorious smirk, "If you're going to pick a secret lover, next time try not to pick my very gay brother."

"It was worth a shot," she said, reaching up and winding her fingers into his hair. James chuckled, his warm breath tickling her skin and making her ache, "Sorry you've failed this time, love." "Have I?" Lily arched her eyebrow and James laughed, stepping closer and pressing his hips against hers, "I guess not," he whispered, turning his head and pressing a kiss to her throat.

Somehow, after all the time they'd been together, he was still able to drive her to the brink of madness, to make every time feel like the first time. He knew her body as she knew his - all the cues and sweet spots as familiar to them as their own skin. Lily could make a map of James' body ("A Marauder's Map of Sin?" James had asked with a laugh when she'd mentioned this to him a few years ago. She smacked him. They shagged in the cupboard in their entry way for old times sake.) and she was confident that he could make one of hers. But no amount of familiarity dulled the electricity that pummelled through her veins at the sight of him, the overwhelming need she felt whenever he smirked at her, shouted at her, ran his hand through that stupid hair, looked at her, hazel eyes blazing, behind his perpetually crooked glasses.

"James," she said, tangling her fingers tighter in his hair and pulling his mouth up to hers. He smirked again, recognising the desire that had thickened her voice, and placed his hands on either side of her hips, holding his mouth a breath away from hers. "James," she said, her voice more of a frustrated growl this time, and James, the bastard, just chuckled, his eyes burning into hers and making her want to do desperate things. "Say it," he whispered. She could hear the barely suppressed laughter in his voice and she wanted to smack him. But she opted for a weak lie instead - "I'm not saying something that isn't true." Her voice sounded breathless and she didn't honestly know why she was bothering to fight him anymore. He'd been playing this game since Hogwarts and he always won.

He pressed his forehead against hers and grinned, moving his hands onto her hips, sliding them up under her shirt and letting his fingertips slide over her heated skin. "Now, Evans," his eyes were alive with amusement as they always were when he called her by her maiden name, "let's stop pretending you can resist me. Just say it," he trailed his fingers down her hips and ghosted them between her thighs - she could barely feel his touch through her trousers and it was maddening. "Just say it," he whispered, tilting his head and planting a light kiss on her pulse point, "and I'll fuck you right here on this table."

The moan escaped her lips before she could stop it and she felt James smirk against her neck. Fuck, she hated losing. But maybe losing this wouldn't be so bad... especially if he kept his promise and shagged her on the table. James always did keep his promises.

"Fine," she whispered. James pressed a kiss to her neck, the grin evident on his lips, and pressed his forehead to hers again. He loved watching her give in.

"You're an incredibly sexy quidditch god and I need you tofuck me."

The grin that filled his face was, as always, completely and totally glorious. His left hand flew off her hip and cupped her cheek, pulling her mouth to his and finally, finally, kissing her.

She groaned at the contact and James laughed against her lips, "Someone is needy today." "Oh sod off you git," she said, pressing her mouth firmly against his and moving her hands to his chest and beginning to pop open the buttons on his shirt. She fumbled the first few, but once her hands steadied a bit, her hands flew down his shirt, throwing it open and thrusting her hands inside once she'd popped the last button. James groaned as her fingers trailed across his skin, his hands slipping up the back of her shirt as he pressed her closer to him. He had just popped the clasp on her bra when,

"My mum and dad are both at - AGH! MUM! DAD! BLOODY HELL!"

Lily and James sprung apart - Lily spun, flushing as she faced her, now horribly traumatised, son and his 'guest': Ginny Weasley, doubled over with laughter and clutching Harry's hand. "Hi, son," James said, grinning and beginning to button back up his shirt. "I thought you two were at work today?" Harry's voice was tight, embarrassed, and Lily smiled, the flush just beginning to die down in her cheeks, "Sorry to disappoint." She hopped off the table and flashed a grin at James before looking pointedly at the stairs. "Well, son, we'd love to stay and chat," James said, taking Lily's hand, "but we have... some Christmas presents to wrap." "Dad. It's July." "Birthday presents then," James said, dragging Lily to the stairs.

Ginny was positively shaking with laughter now and Lily grinned before James pulled her up the stairs, "Nice to see you again, Ginny." "You too, Mrs Potter. Harry and I will just - " she jerked her head towards the door and Harry groaned, "Seriously you guys?!" James poked his head back around the wall and smirked, "Don't play the innocent, son. I know what you two were up to. You're just sorry we beat you to it." "OH MERLIN!" Harry shouted and James and Lily laughed as they stumbled up the stairs. "YOU TWO ARE WORSE THAT UNCLE PADS AND UNCLE MOONY!" Harry shouted and James laughed as Lily shouted back, "WE TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT!"

Until next time xx