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lilyteddy, i forgot to use the prompt sorry.
requested by WIZARDOLOGY
He is sleepy in the mornings. His hair sticks up in every direction and he leans on the edge of his desk and sips coffee out of a lipstick-stained mug. George Zabini is forever making innuendo-laden remarks about that and Lily smiles into her Slytherin scarf and doesn't say a word in response. Teddy - no, Professor Lupin, in class he's Professor Lupin - pretends not to hear and rumples his already-messy hair up further (a habit picked up from Lily's father, shut up) and manages to shape his mouth around the words he needs to teach with. At this time of day his dreams are heavy in his eyes and he is not as good at avoiding staring at her and Lily is the one who has to do all the work.
He's better in the afternoons. He is more alert, awake, dosed up on coffee, moving energetically about his classroom and making transfiguration theory actually interesting, who'd have thought it possible, and definitely being great at pretending not to know the map of freckles that bridge Lily's nose, not to know the spot on her shoulder she likes to be touched on, not to know that when she's staring at the small exposed "v" of skin at the collar of his shirt she's thinking of the marks she left on his back with her nails last night. He is perhaps a bit quick to cross the room to answer her question quietly while the rest of the class work, a bit hot-headed in his tellings-off when another student hits her with a spell by accident - but he is Teddy and hasty is practically his watchword and all in all Lily thinks he's doing rather well.
There are the moments, of course, when his hand lingers on her shoulder or his fingers brush her cheek and she can't help the way her eyes flutter shut in response and she catches Zabini or Chloe Nott giving her this look like she's got "I'M HAVING SEX WITH THIS GUY" written all over her. She just scowls in return and rolls her eyes and if they catch her staring longingly after him from time to time, well so what, he's attractive, half the girls in the school moon after him.
She remonstrates with him in the evenings when she goes to him for "tutoring" for not playing the game well enough and his shoulders stiffen as he's making her coffee and he keeps his back to her for too long. He apologises when she is done talking and she cannot bear the way he can't look at her and so she crosses the room and litters kisses up his neck like the promise of sins and he turns to her and spills "sorry"s against his skin and she laughs and tugs him to the bedroom, leaving the coffee to cool on the side, and when they are done they curl up on his sofa, she in his shirt and he in his boxers, and they drink cold coffee and tease each other and things are so easy Lily wants to cry sometimes from the rightness of it all.