Quarantine Prompt #1 from anonymous on Tumblr: smut, but make it fluffy

"James Potter," Lily Evans gazed over the morning newspaper as James slumped into the chair across from her, "is that a tattoo?"

James, who'd come into the flat late the night before, looked down at his arm and then scoffed, "no, I doodled on myself last night when I was bored?"

"If you were so bored," Lily commented dryly, "you should've come help me in my room, with your clothes off."

"I would've but my girlfriend is the jealous type."

Lily sent him a sneer, but he could see the flecks of golden playfulness behind her green eyes. They'd been dancing dangerously close to each other in the last few weeks. Lily had dared James he couldn't go a month without fucking her and he'd taken that challenge. It was starting to get absolutely imprudent, how often Lily tried to get a rise out of him, including now when she licked the yogurt off her spoon, never dropping eye contact with him. James' eyes watched as she licked a spare bit of yogurt from the corner of her mouth. His fingers curled into his palm.

"Maybe." She challenged, "the boyfriend is stubborn and should just give into his needs."

"Ah," Something sparkled behind his hazel eyes, "the tattoo, you mean?"

Lily blew her fringe from her eyes in annoyance, knowing very well that James was determined to win their bet. She was determined to break it. She had spent the last week, every night, wanting and waiting for him to come to their room again. He'd been sleeping on the couch, so that way he wouldn't be tempted.

Lily sank in her chair, eyeing him with a perfect little smirk as she let her hand fall under the table. She licked her spoon again, heaving out a soft sort of sigh. James face grew into frowns and he stood up, leaving her alone at the table.

Lily watched as he started rummaging through the kitchen, looking for his cereal and some milk. His hair was a mess around his head and she just wanted to run her fingers through it. She dropped her spoon in the bowl as she watched James pour some cereal for breakfast. James heard her spoon clang against the bowl, and he turned slowly, one thick eyebrow raised in her direction.

"What do I have to do?" she asked.

A flicker of a grimace on his face, "what do you mean, Evans?"

"What do I have to do to get you to shag me?" She said bluntly, "right here, right now."

There was a flicker of surprise that crossed James' face, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced with a cool and calm expression. Lily knew why he was startled, out of them both she was more reserved and less inclined to need sex. That changed after three weeks of not a single one of his fingers drifting lower than her chin.

James remained impassive, picking up a jug of milk as he said slowly, "you know, I don't like to be teased."

Lily knew, just then, that he was teasing her.

Bugger.

She stood up from the kitchen table, eyes flashing. James licked his lips and pushed the bowl of cereal away when she started walking his way. She was done giving him brutal hints and suggestions. The bet was off, and she was prepared to beg on her knees for him. Based on the way his hazel eyes were tracing the way her fingers were skimming the edge of her shirt, she knew she wouldn't have to beg for long.

"I thought you liked teasing." She murmured, pulling her shirt off to show her cream-colored skin underneath.

James looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. His hazel eyes were darting from the perk of her breasts to the open doorway. His eyes stopped darting to the door when Lily pulled down on her bottoms, shimmying out of them easily. James let out a low curse under his breath. Lily kicked her shorts off her ankles and looked up at him expectantly, her hand dropping to touch herself.

"I want to win." He said fiercely, "I never lose our bets."

"James," she said, voice taut, "you didn't lose, I'm begging you, please, just touch me."

"But I like watching you touch yourself."

He certainly didn't come rushing in, like she expected. Instead, James pushed up and off the counter, walking around her slowly. He circled her once before his fingertips began tracing along her shoulders and neck. She shivered from the touch and closed her eyes. Her own finger was pushing harder against her clit just from his small touches. His fingers were warm and elicited goosebumps that rose on her arms and neck as he traced her like a work of art.

"I was going to give in any day now," he admitted.

She opened one eye to find him standing before her, hazel eyes swollen with lust. He pressed one kiss to her forehead and another to her nose. Lily waited for his mouth to connect to hers, but it stayed back so he could keep talking to her, working her up. She could feel the heated need between her legs, and she pulled her hand away again to focus on something other than her own yearning.

"I was going to give in any day," one of his hands dragged her hair over one shoulder, "you're utterly persuasive, I had to leave last night when I heard you fucking yourself, or I was going to—"

She cut him off breathlessly, "I wanted you too, so badly."

His mouth fell to the hollow of her throat and he bit her softly, then licked his apology against her skin, "I never want you to dare me to do something so painful, ever again."

"Never." She promised, her arms snaking around his neck, "this was stupid."

"Stupid." He agreed, kissing along her neck before finally, finally, their mouths connected.

She opened her mouth against his desperately, wanting the taste of his mouth to once again become familiar in the late morning light streaming from the kitchen windows. James picked her up by her arse as they snogged and carried her over to the kitchen table, setting her down on it. Lily wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him close. James kissed her slowly, tenderly, as if he savored her taste as much as she savored his.

"I love you." She said against his mouth, "I'm sorry."

James pulled back, face darker from the blood rushing to his cheeks while they snogged, "I could tell you I love you," he pressed his forehead to her and one of his hands dropped between them, "but I'd rather talk with my hands right now, if my girlfriend doesn't oppose."

"I won't ever oppose again."

She sighed in relief as his fingertips danced along the inside of her thigh. Lily's fingers pulled his boxers down with her hands until it was up to her feet to shimmy the fabric down his dark thighs. James kicked the clothes aside as his hands stopped playing with her thighs to pull them apart. She felt her heart start beating erratically in her chest as James dropped down, sliding her to the edge of the kitchen table. Even though she knew it was coming, she couldn't bite back the little gratified sigh the minute his tongue touched her skin.

He pulled back to smirk at her cockily, "I know you can be louder than that."

His touch sent her voice flying to the highest octaves and the lowest points. One hand was gripping the edge of the table, her other hand pleasing her own breasts. James licked her in soft, calculated strokes that had her preening in pleasure. When his fingers were added to the mix, she bit down so hard on her own bottom lip that she was certain it would bruise.

After three weeks of needing James, wanting him, she came rapidly against the kitchen table. It was the same burst of fire, rush of heat through her veins that she'd always be able to do to herself, but with James it was always more invigorating.

James pulled his fingers out from underneath her and she watched with hazy eyes as he licked them like he was fucking licking ice cream. Like she'd licked the yogurt spoon. Lily felt a small groan grow in the back of her throat as her eyes lowered to where his other hand was now occupied, touching himself with slight fingers. His eyes met hers and he removed his hands from their task until they were rested on her hips. His eyes were dangerous, daring.

"You came fast." He seemed disappointed.

Lily chewed on her lip, her fingers tracing his jaw tenderly, "I missed us."

James kissed her soundly. She tasted herself on his lips.

He asked fluidly when they broke apart, "do you want me to make you cum for every day that I didn't?"

Lily grew excited at the very thought, "sounds like it's going to be a long day."

"Not if you keep cumming so fast." He nipped at her earlobe, "even though it's quite flattering."

Lily smirked under his caress, "Wait until I get my hands on you."

"I'm waiting."

Lily ultimately made the trek to his bedroom, knowing the bed was a safer place to do the things she wanted to do to her boyfriend. It had been three weeks of torture and stubbornness, as such Lily wasn't about to give him a quick fuck and be done with it. She knew what she craved, and it was worshiping every inch of the man she'd stupidly dared to stop fucking her. James followed her, not questioning when she pushed him roughly down on the bed and straddled him before kissing him deeply.

She couldn't help but rock herself into his thigh as they kissed, the heat between her legs like a fire she couldn't do anything too besides let it burn. She was turning herself on just by grinding into his thigh, her breath catching in her throat. James' hands pulled at her hips, willing her to stop her delicious movement.

"Easy," he exhaled, "You're making it really hard for me right now, and I don't appreciate it."

"James." She nagged as he held her hips firmly in place, "it's been weeks."

"And who's fault was that?" He chuckled.

"Mine." She admitted sourly, hating herself for it.

"I wanna take my time with you, memorize every curve." He brushed at her hair, "make up for three weeks of absolute torture."

"I missed you." She told him, eyes wide, "let me show you how much."

James let her lay him back against the mattress, watching her tensely as she began kissing under his jaw. She licked, nipped and sucked her way down his neck, onto his chest. Her fingers were splayed on either side of his body as she placed a kiss on all her favorite parts of him. His expansive chest, his flickering hips and finally Lily settled her mouth on his cock. James' hips bucked against her lips and she grumbled against him, pushing his hips down.

She pulled her lips from him with a loud sucking noise, "I thought we were taking it easy?"

She'd teased James and he laughed, but his laugh was quickly replaced by a moan when she went back down on him. If Lily was loud in the kitchen, that was nothing compared to James as she sucked him off, mouth and hands in sync. She watched as he threw his head back against the sheets, eyes rolling back as he praised her in few words. She stopped just as soon as she'd started, knowing he was too close to keep going and not have him inside of her.

James knew exactly why she pulled away and quickly sat up to meet her halfway for a searing kiss. Their hands connected in the middle and Lily melted into his touch as they kissed. Lily twisted a leg around his hips, connecting them in the middle with a hearty little push. She settled around him, giving his bottom lip a preemptive tug of teeth. Her hands pined his own hands behind his head as she started moving against him slowly, delicately. Both of them took to muttering little sweet nothings as she led the dance, rocking into him so that they'd both be pleasured.

In the most cliché way, they came together. Lily stifled her curses against his shoulder, leaning into the feel of him cumming inside of her. James' hips rutted desperately until the end, his breath shifted and uneven from sex. Lily didn't move as she started planting kisses up his neck and onto his face. She kissed every inch of his face, even after he was lying beside her instead of under her.

"We're never making a pact not to have sex again," James told her as he folded against her, "and if you try, I'm fucking you then and there, just to remind you why it's a bad idea."

Lily turned to face him, her hair falling into their faces, "fuck me then, because I already want to suggest it then."

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her until they were both falling back into delightful patterns of skin and touch.