This chapter has back-to-back sexual scenes. Followed by more sexual tension. Quarantine is weird, guys, what can I say.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. Art work by the awesome Meg (tumblr: anxiouspineapples)

Merry Fucking Christmas

Christmas Holiday, 6th Year

Lily awoke the next morning from the greatest fucking dream of her life. Or at least, she thought it was, until she opened her sleepy eyes. Holy fucking shit. He's here. It was real. Lily fought the dueling urges to either run far away or attack him with her mouth. He looked so fucking cute while he was sleeping. All the worry and angst and various masks he wore throughout the day were wiped clean and all that was left was: James. My James. Somehow, his parted lips smelt great (that's it, he's sold his soul to the devil) and his hair was even messier than usual. She couldn't believe that he must actually try to tame it in his waking hours then. She could play with his damn hair all day.

But then she realized what she was feeling against her bare thigh under the Snitch blanket. Suddenly, she had a strong suspicion he wasn't wearing trunks under his sweatpants. Fucking relax, Lily. She tried calming herself down. However, when she looked back up to his face, she saw he was now awake too, and his hazel eyes were reflecting the same need she knew was painted in hers.

Without taking another second to think, she pushed her breasts achingly against his chest as she captured his lips with hers, pushing his trousers down so she could grab his morning wood. She tugged up and down his shaft, letting him know just how badly she needed him right now. He just as desperately reached under her silk gown and pulled her knickers to the side. As they continued their frenzied kiss, she felt him groping around her nightstand blindly for his wand, finally finding it and casting a lubing spell on his cock. Ready to go, he pushed himself over and into her shamelessly in one fluid motion, guided by her hand. It seemed as though they were both eager to cement the feelings they'd confessed the night before, eager to assure each other (and of course, themselves) that it hadn't all been a fever dream concocted to fulfill their wildest fantasies.

But despite the rushed pace at which they'd begun, Lily wasn't sure if they'd ever made love as slowly then now, fully clothed, hopelessly trying to make each other whole with their bodies.

Lily watched James' face, staring at her, as he became enraptured by the feel of her, looking both pained and unreasonably pleasured at the same damn time. She was mesmerized by his body, the way it moved on top of hers in her favorite dance, lithe and completely hers. She kissed at his neck, needing something tangible to tether herself to.

"Lily…" His vocal cords vibrated along her lips with his deep, scratchy, barely-awake muttering. "Let's start every morning like this."

She laughed, dropping her head back. "Deal." Despite the carefreeness of his words, James Potter was doing what he did best: giving her unyielding eye contact that made her toes curl. "What?" she moaned, slightly self conscious under his scrutiny. He was giving himself to her so deep, seeing how far he could go, and she felt her body blissfully stretching to accommodate him.

"Everything," he breathed.

She giggled again. "You're supposed to say 'nothing', James." She raked her fingernails over his scalp, clenching her muscles around him.

His brows scrunched as he groaned out. "I said what I said, Lily."

After they'd both finished, they went to their separate bathrooms to freshen up, leaving Lily alone with her thoughts in the shower. She'd practically had to push him through the wall herself as James had insisted that he was 'actually an excellent shower buddy' and could ensure that Lily 'got all her nooks and crannies thoroughly cleaned and squeaky.' As appealing as that offer sounded, Lily needed to think. Everything was changing — and a lot. James had distracted her with his confessions so all-consumingly that not once had her mind strayed to Snape's warning about Voldemort last night. Was she being dumb?

No, her inner monologue assured her. James literally just told you everything you've ever wanted him to say. Lily smiled to herself, touching her lips as the water washed over her. The number of times James had used the word 'love' alone had told her things were started to become different for him too. 'I was falling in love with you…' Suddenly, Lily felt no more shame lingering in the back of her mind when she reminisced about their first date. It had been special. It had been perfect. And he'd felt it too, but in a moment of weakness, pulled back. She guessed she couldn't understand fearing you were turning into your parents so much — and making all the same heartbreaking mistakes for love that they had — that you'd give up on a good thing, but who was she to judge someone else's grief? She knew she had her own closet full of embarrassing skeletons that she hoped no one would ever ransack.

'I'm not scared of it anymore.' The words reverberated in her brain as she opened the shampoo bottle and squirted some onto her hand, lathering her hair with coconuty goodness. So he's all in. Lily took a deep breath. Was she? She wanted to be… She was super curious if they could work — they did fight an awful lot, even if he had just implied that it had all been in an effort to get a rise out of her. She supposed this holiday would be a great test run. They could see if they even liked being around each other anymore, or if maybe their chemistry did just boil down to sex. (We certainly can't seem to keep our hands off of each other…) And how disappointing would that be?

After she rinsed off, she walked to her trunk to pick out a cute outfit. Just as she was wiggling into her tightest jeans, a deep voice just over her shoulder caught her attention. "You know," Lily jumped, but James stilled her movements by encircling her body with his arms, drawing her into his hard chest, "I feel like I've been sleeping on your ass…"

Lily tilted her neck so she could see him. "Sleeping on it?"

"Yeah, sleeping on, under-appreciating." His right hand slipped to her lower back, pressed against his stomach, and traveled between them down to the curve of her jeans, his fingers clenching possessively around their intended target. Lily could feel her spine arching instinctually into his touch, wanting nothing more than for him to claim her once more. "It's just that your tits are so damn perfect I get distracted." His breath was hot and seductive in her ear, and she found herself getting turned on by the crude way he was describing her body to her. Considering she was still in her bra, she had no doubts about where his eyes were currently glued to. "But then you wear these fucking skintight jeans," his left fingers pushed over her zipper, and Lily dropped her head back heavily onto his shoulder, "and I can't think of anything else."

As his lips started nipping and sucking at her neck, Lily tried one last feeble attempt to derail exactly where she knew this was heading. "You know they'll notice if we don't show up until noon, right? And I'm not showering again, so I will smell like sex at the table."

"Lily, you're so bad at talking me out of things." James was definitely smirking as he unbuttoned her jeans from behind and helped her push them back off. "Fuck, you smell good," he said absentmindedly, face in her hair.

It was in that moment that Lily realized his house just so happened to be stocked with the same scent of shampoo she always used. Before she could ponder the implications of this, James had bent her over the bed and gotten on his knees behind her, sliding her panties down. "Wait!" Lily cried out frantically. "What are you doing?" She'd slapped her hand over her bottom in a vain attempt at propriety.

James head poked out from behind her arse almost comically. "I wanted to eat you out?"

"Okay, but does it have to be from that angle?"

James looked cutely confused, face still right next to my arse cheek. "What's wrong with this angle? This way I can see your ass. Remember how I was just waxing poetic about it? How I couldn't stop watching it bounce against me when I did you on that desk?"

Lily had no idea how he managed to keep his expression so dreamy when such utter filth was pouring from his lips. "You didn't mention that part—"

"Merlin, Evans, it was all I could see for days—"

"OKAY!" Lily practically screamed. "Ass-bounce aside," he chuckled at her words, "I don't want you looking at my," her voice became incredibly quiet, "asshole."

James' brows scrunched confused. "Well, I wouldn't be looking at it as much as my nose would practically be inside of it," Lily sputtered, so James continued quickly, "but why not? You have a beautiful, tight litt—"

"What?!" Lily screeched. How the hell was she still bent over this bed looking back to him perched on the floor?

"What?" James asked confused and now also a little afraid he'd stepped in it.

"How would you know what my butthole looks like?!" she whispered viciously.

"Lily," he said gently as though approaching a scared animal, "it's like, right next to your vagina." Oh my god, that's it, I'm gonna jump out of this window. "So like, when I'm behind you in any position… I see it."

"Fucking hell," Lily cried, clapping both her hands over her face in complete humiliation.

"Hey," James cooed, getting up and falling onto the bed next to her, pulling her down to him. "Stop. Do you need me to point out everyone has assholes?"

"Stop!" Lily whimpered, hitting his chest. "I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

James' jaw dropped. "I can't believe that was something I was supposed to tell you!" Lily groaned, so James continued, kissing the top of her head. "I'm serious though, yours is perfect." Lily snorted. How he could still be horny after this conversation, she had no idea. "Like… I would do stuff to it."

"You're insatiable, Potter."

"You make me this way, Evans."

"Huh. Weird. They got up at the exact same time. Don't you think that's strange, Mar?" Sirius said, a foot perched on the opposite knee as he read The Daily Prophet.

"So strange," Marlene responded, shooting Lily a wink as she bit into her toast on the other side of the dining room table from him. Lily knew she'd be confessing a lot to her friend later. Apparently including never to do doggy-style until you had backdoor confidence.

Lily decided she wasn't in the mood to be teased today, at least not any more. After James and she had gotten over their lesson in anatomy, Lily had regained her peace of mind by fucking James silly reverse cowgirl style. They both considered it a win-win: Lily felt in control, and James was able to hold onto her cheeks the entire time. "Jealous, Black?"

Sirius cocked an eyebrow at her. She could tell he had no idea where she was taking this, but he was loving that she was fighting back all the same. "Of what, Rose?"

Lily plopped herself down next to Marlene. "Of having competition for James' time." Sirius smirked while Lily poured herself a glass of milk. "Don't worry, I can get him back to you before bedtime if you'd like."

"That would be awfully kind of you."

"What the fuck guys, I'm right here," James sighed, settling next to Sirius.

Lily wasn't even that surprised when Quaffle the house-elf brought her a fresh stack of crêpes. Yes, she'd noticed some glaring flaws over the years, but she could truly never fault James' ability to pay attention to her. With him, she always felt seen. James winked at her from across the table.

"Rose? Am I missing something here?" Marlene questioned, thoroughly out of the loop.

It turned out that James was different at home. He was not as hard around the edges, like he had less to prove, or perhaps just no one to prove it to. Every now and then she'd have to catch herself from smiling at him like a little schoolgirl as she'd always done at the beginning of last year… but she couldn't help it. Not when he was goofing off with Sirius, or caring for his father, or telling her terrible, terrible puns.

After lunch, Lily's three friends went to the freezing pitch they had in the backyard to fly around for a bit. Lily used this time to start on her holiday homework, after taking a brief moment to bask in the luxuriousness that was the Potter private library. Honestly, seeing his home, she was surprised James wasn't even more of a dick.

"Nuh uh uh uh, Evans, no way, come on," James said surprising her with his sudden appearance by her table a few hours later. His cheeks were attractively flushed and his hair was falling in beautiful disarray. He caught her hands and made to pull her up.

"Oh my god, James! Your hands are so cold!" Lily squealed, trying to avoid him, but it only made him place his palms faster all over her, stealing body heat from her neck and face. "Stop!" she giggled.

"Only if you agree to not do homework on the first bloody day of vacation."

Lily squirmed out of reach. "No can do. Already finished my Potions essay." She held up her completed scroll proudly.

James rolled his eyes. "Come on, you can do this later. Fight the anxiety."

"How do—" Lily stopped mid-sentence; was it really that shocking that he'd know yet something else about her? Of course he'd know she wouldn't fully be able to relax until it was complete. A more important and interesting question floated to the surface. Perching herself onto the table facing him, she asked, "When did you realize you liked me?" Now that they'd ripped the bandaid off on asking each other questions, it seemed so much easier to continue to do so.

James smiled at her newfound cocky attitude. "Jeez, you tell a girl you're falling for her one time." He placed his hands on either side of her thighs, leaning in.

"I'm serious," Lily said, leaning back onto her arms too, keeping him from avoiding her query with any funny business.

"Tease," he whispered as he looked down her body biting his lip. How he could call her that with a straight face considering the two orgasms she'd already given him today was beyond her. (His roaming eyes still got her hot and bothered though.) She guessed this was the way of the warm-blooded, teenage wizard… and witch.

"Well?" she asked, crossing her legs and making sure to bump him back a bit, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

He smirked at her. "First year. We were learning to make things float. You were talking to Mary, explaining what your parents did in the Muggle world and Avery overheard and called you the M-word." He looked down to the ground for a moment. "But then you sat upright, all proud, and in that adorable voice of yours said, 'I don't know what that is, but I'm gonna kick your butt at this spell,' and you fucking did." He looked up to her lips, now radiating pride himself. "Like a boss. Flitwick totally heard the whole thing because he gave you 20 points, which might as well have been a million to us in 1st year and you were a living legend and I was like, yup. That one."

"That one?" Lily cocked a brow. "How romantic."

"I was 11. It was like picking out a wand at that point."

"A wand? Wow, Potter, this just keeps getting better…" she mocked.

James gave her a lopsided grin, his eyes twinkling. "But then Sirius reminded me you probably had cooties and then a week later I found out you couldn't ride a broom to save your life so there went that crush…"

He was leaning into her now, lips parting sexily as he invaded her space. "Damn broomsticks and Sirius…" she breathed, adjusting to allow his encroachment.

"Merlin's left tit, seriously guys?!" Sirius' loud booming voice echoed through the room. "I mean, besides the fact that you apparently talk about me as foreplay, which honestly, no real surprise there," he ran a hand through his hair amused as Lily shot up, but James remained perfectly still save for a slow head tilt to the source of their interruption, his face now nestled against Lily's breasts, "haven't you guys already gone at it enough for one day? Don't make me learn a zapping spell."

"Wouldn't work anyway," James answered confidently, straightening up and helping Lily hop off the desk. "You'd just train me to enjoy getting zapped."

Lily clucked her tongue amused and cleaned up her papers, strangely all messily strewn about. "So if I can't do homework, what am I supposed to do now?"

Before James could give her the suggestion it looked like he really wanted to, Sirius jumped in. "Well, since we're under house arrest, we're gonna choose our gifts for each other from a catalogue. Super exciting stuff."

"Oh." Lily stiffened awkwardly. She knew if she spent too much more money, she wouldn't be able to afford going out to Hogsmeade later. "I was going to make everyone cookies. Or a pie or… whatever people wanted."

Sirius swooped in and stole Lily, swinging an arm around her. "Are you single, Evans? Because it just so happens that I love cookies, so if you're any good at making them…"

Lily rolled her eyes happily. "I'll expect your proposal after you taste them then."

"Excellent!" Sirius exclaimed shuffling her to the dining room while James trailed behind them. When Lily coyly looked over her shoulder to him, he shot her a wink.

"All right, oatmeal raisin it is," Lily said merrily as she wrote down Marlene's choice of cookie on a scrap piece of parchment. Sirius had opted for double dark chocolate chunk and James had simply said, 'whatever's easiest,' so she was hoping chocolate chip would do. (Sirius whispered in her ear to make them deer shaped — whatever that meant.) She'd give Peter and Remus a combination of all three… and she had to owl Adam to ask for his choice. She felt a little weird asking James to borrow his owl though, so hopefully Marlene didn't mind lending her hers.

"Okay Rose, pick something," Sirius said, casually tossing a booklet to her.

"Oh, I'm okay," Lily said bashfully, passing the catalogue to Marlene. "I don't need anything."

Sirius groaned. "You know, you think you're being noble, but really you're just being annoying because now I have to try and think about what you want and then suffer through the agony of you pretending you like it when you inevitably don't." He took a beat. "Maybe I'll just steal all of Prongs shirts and put a bow on him."

"Pad—"

"Deal." Lily smirked.

Sirius cracked his knuckles. "Perfect. Pleasure doing business with you, Evans."

"I really think I preferred it when you two hated each others' guts," James grumbled.

"No, you don't," they answered in unison, thoroughly freaking everyone out.

"Okay, but really Lily, please pick something out for me to get you," Marlene insisted. "A year long supply of chocolate? A bunch of scarves?"

"Fine, I'll look, I'll look," Lily finally caved, ears turning pink.

Before dinner, James pulled Lily aside from the others in the walk-in pantry and opened that (goddamn) catalogue to the lingerie section. "Which one do you like?" he asked eagerly.

Lily's eyes went wide as saucers as she surveyed the selections, all the models shimmying and twirling in place showcasing lacy and insanely sexy pieces. "You're getting me lingerie for Christmas, Potter?" Given his penchant for stealing her underthings, his noticing when she wore a pushup bra, and his comments about wishing she were wearing a nurse outfit, she supposed this tracked.

"Don't be silly, Lily, this is my present to myself. I already have yours."

"What is it?" She had to know.

He stole a quick kiss. "You'll have to wait and see, won't you?" She could watch him be this delightfully naughty all day. "Now pick please." Lily pointed to the model with the bob, spinning around in her favorite ensemble. James' jaw clenched, clearly already envisioning Lily in it. "Oo, good choice."

"Do you need my sizes?"

"Nah. I know them," he responded brazenly.

Before she knew it, James had her back against the wall, arms caging her in as he attacked her with dirty open-mouthed kisses, his tongue swirling with hers as his thigh pushed between hers—

Zap!

"Food's ready!" Sirius chimed, chuckling as the couple yelped, springing apart due to the unexpected electric jolt cruising through them, before ducking out.

"Come back here, you little—" James cried, chasing after his best friend.

After Lily had picked a nice new cloak as her gift from Marlene (the girl had vetoed a cheap pair of mittens as well as a hat), Mar was eager to talk gossip.

"Well? Did you talk to him?" Marlene asked Lily while they were hanging out in her room. Dinner had been a slightly awkward affair with Mr Potter having an unexpected fit when he didn't remember why any of them were there and ordered them all to go back to school. James had taken him to his bedroom and when he returned they all pretended as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Yes," Lily admitted shyly. "It was very… enlightening."

"Oh Merlin, don't tell me you guys just banged the whole time? Thanks for doing a muffling spell by the way."

Lily didn't think she was being sarcastic, so she guessed James had performed that while lubing himself up this morning as well. Good man. "No, actually! We didn't even shag once last night!" She couldn't believe she was even proud of that.

Marlene raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yup." Lily popped the p.

"Okay, so what did you tell him?"

Huh. She guessed he had done more of the spilling of his soul. "Well, he told me why he pulled back after our date last year."

"Yeah?" Marlene lit up, curious.

"Yeah." Lily guessed she could tell her at least half of it without compromising James' trust. "He said he was falling in love with me. And that freaked him out."

"Really?!" Marlene shrieked, hopping up giddily. "Oh, Lily, that's amazing! What did you say?"

What did I say…? "Um. I'm not sure." She paused. "I think I kissed him."

Marlene slapped her forehead with her palm. "Frigging Circe…"

"What?" Lily questioned, a little ashamed because she was pretty sure she knew exactly what.

"An emotionally stunted boy opens his heart to you and you don't say anything back?!"

After a brief pang of panic, Lily took a deep breath. "He knew." She nodded, becoming more sure by the second. "Mar, he knew."

Marlene chuckled. "Okay." She grabbed for Lily's hand. "Well, I'm super pumped for you guys. Wait, does that mean you're in a relationship?"

"No." Lily smiled. "We're still testing the waters. Figuring it all out."

"Well dang, those waters are going to all have evaporated from pure heat by the time you guys are done 'figuring'—"

Lily threw a pillow with pinpoint accuracy to Marlene's face (she was getting in loads of practice). "What about you, Miss Virtue? Gonna knit Evan a nice 'Please Shag Me?' sweater?"

Marlene straightened out her hair. "You think he'd wear it?"

By the time girl talk was over, James was actually already in his bed (she guessed she had worn him out…) so she quietly tried to sneak under the covers to sleep next to him. As soon as she'd settled, James spooned her, one strong arm pulling her in close. As she drifted off to sleep, she noticed he'd hidden the frame of her photo from his nightstand. For some reason, knowing he was trying to downplay the enormity of his feelings for her only made her heart even more his. He didn't want to scare her away. She fell asleep with his body curled around hers and his warm breath tickling her shoulder.

They fell into a wonderful pattern over the next few days: having amazing morning sex, pretending like they hadn't (even though they were both fully flushed at brunch with their friends right after), doing one group activity or another, sneaking off to fool around some more, and then playing chess, or charades, or… Lily was never quite sure what exactly they were doing as her mind would definitely still be replaying the way James' eyes had squeezed shut and his jaw dropped as he'd come or the way he'd brush her hair back to see her face when she did. It led to a lot of scattered white pawn pieces in the subsequent few hours.

Sirius didn't notice just how distracted Lily was (or pretended not to, bless him) because he'd gotten completely obsessed with the upcoming Potter Christmas Ball. As he had animatedly told Lily multiple times now, it was an annual gigantic gala thrown at the Potter estate every Christmas Eve started by Euphemia Potter some fifty years ago. The only year it hadn't happened was 4th year when she'd been too sick. "As her favorite son, I see it as my responsibility to uphold the time-honored tradition," Sirius announced grandly. James looked up from his Quidditch magazine to roll his eyes. Sirius later confided in Lily, when he was asking for her help decorating, that he spent extra care making sure everything was perfect for James. Apparently, this party had been a big deal to their mother, and keeping it around helped him keep her memory alive for James. Lily was more than starting to see that as far as best friends went — you really couldn't have a better one than Sirius (once you'd earned his loyalty of course). She threw herself headfirst into helping him plan this extravagant gala, with the added bonus that it distracted her from her own pain that came with the holiday.

"Where's that ring from?" Lily asked Sirius conversationally as she helped him magic fake snow across the downstair foyer and ballroom. The spell to make it look like it was actively snowing would have to be performed the night of.

Sirius looked down at the chunky ring he'd been absentmindedly fidgeting with as he shot up some clumps of mistletoe at random. "This? James gave it to me when I moved in — said he never wore it anyway." He smiled. "It's the Potter crest. I know it pisses off my brother every time he sees it too, so that's an added bonus." His smile turned a little sadistic. "How cool would it be to punch him and have this crest imprinted on his face?"

Lily snorted, then turned to him sincerely. "I'm glad you and James found each other."

Sirius rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair. "Save the sappiness for Prongs, Rose."

This led to Lily shooting fake snow up his nose, which in turn led to Sirius chasing Lily around the house with a snowball, ready to strike.

"What is all the screaming about?" Marlene complained from her spot by the fireplace, looking up from her book to James.

"I have no bloody idea." He had to turn away from her to hide just how wide his face had split into a smile as Lily's laughter echoed around the halls of his home.

"I sfer, yor cheating," James slurred that night, drunk as a skunk sitting on the floor as he played a drinking version of Exploding Snap with Sirius. The fireplace was just cracking embers at this point and it was glowing on Sirius' 'innocent' face.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, surely."

"Ugh…" James grumbled leaning back against Lily's legs on the couch behind him. "Lil, is 'e lying tof me?"

Lily brought her fingers into his hair, massaging with her nails. "Oh, he's definitely lying to you, love."

Sirius smirked at her, but she was a little too distracted by the fact that James had just slunk his hand between her calves, tracing up and down her skin with calloused fingertips, to notice. She squirmed in her corduroy skirt.

"Oh, dat feels good, Lils," he sighed, dropping his head back into her lap.

The desire evident in his voice made Lily hyper-aware that they had an audience. "All right!" she announced, getting to her feet. "I think that's my cue to go to bed." She wished Sirius a goodnight (Mar had already retired hours ago) and walked to the edge of the room. "You coming?" she threw over her shoulder playfully to James, who was still leaning against the couch where she'd left him, watching her leave hopelessly. She didn't think she'd ever seen a man scramble to his feet so fast, even faster than when they were practicing against Imperio.

"Night Pads!" he yelped, stumbling after her.

Lily couldn't help but giggle the whole way up as he'd latched on to her from behind, using her hips as a guide to his room while ardently tugging on her clothes, trying to undress her.

"James," she moaned, when he spun her around and pushed her into the hallway wall, kissing her roughly as his hands groped away at her waist and chest. "We're almost there… just let me get you to bed." Oh fuck. He'd gotten under her long-sleeved shirt and switched to that gentle graze of her ribs she loved so much as his lips brushed along her collar bone.

"Always wanting to bed me, Evans," he purred. "Tell me, would you still wan' me if I weren't so fuckin' fit?" He full on licked her neck.

Lily laughed, bringing up her shoulder to try to stop his sloppy attention. "You're so drunk, James!" She hit him with a sobering spell to bring him back to a manageable range (there was, after all, only so much magic could do) before she sidestepped him and pulled him to his room by the hand.

"For you? Always." He smiled goofily as he fell onto his bed.

Lily shook her head, absolutely living for his sappy, carefree attitude. "Do you want me to help get you in your pajamas?"

"No." He shot up unexpectedly, grabbing her hand and yanking her onto the bed next to him. "I wouldn't object to you taking my clothes off, though." He looked over her body salaciously. "Now, where were we?"

"James!" she whined, dodging his kisses. "You're still at least tipsy. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"Ha!" James snorted. "No way. You have my consent." His eyes danced in the dim lighting of his room. "Like, so much fucking consent."

His body was just hovering over hers now, and Lily knew she wouldn't be able to fight his advances much longer. "Okay," she tried reasoning with him. "And how am I supposed to prove that?"

Somehow still coherent enough to do magic, James pulled out his wand and conjured up a piece of parchment and a quill.

He pushed up Lily's black top off of her stomach and used it as a makeshift table. As he wrote, he read aloud, "I, James Fleamont Potter, hereby grant Lily Jasmine Evans CON—"

"Ow, James, you poked me!" Lily cried out.

In his enthusiasm, James had pressed his quill so hard it had punctured through the paper and stabbed Lily. James uncovered her tummy gingerly and kissed the ink stain. "My apologies, milady, I'm a little excited you see," he murmured into her skin.

"I can see that." Lily grinned. Was she going to hell for loving tipsy James and wondering if she could always slip him drinks just to keep him this lovey and affectionate with her forever?

When James' mouth continued kissing her abs, straying further and further down to her hips, Lily realized he'd completely forgotten about the important task at hand. "James, the permission slip?"

He grunted. "All right, Evans. All right!" He resumed with his paperwork. "CONSENT to shag me silly." He looked at his handiwork proudly. "There!"

"You should date it," Lily suggested.

"Not necessary." James got a strong arm under her lower back and shifted her up the bed. "You're allowed to fuck me literally whenever. In this bed? Done." His hands frantically tore off her clothing. "In class? Okay! While on my way to the hospital wing? Might be hard, but I'll manage it somehow." He settled himself below her. "Now please, just let me love you, woman." He sunk his face between her thighs, licking and sucking with all the vigor only a person desperately head over heels could muster.

"Jesus," Lily moaned loudly, clutching at the sheets beneath her, unable to fight the pulsating feelings emanating from within her cunt.

He looked up at her, one hand tracing feather-light touches around her breasts, his lips glistening with her juices. "It's JAMES."

Lily burst out laughing, unable to stop until he brought a few fingers to play inside of her.

Next Chapter: Laughing at the Devil

**That scene was inspired by Chrissy Teigen realizing you could see buttholes during sex. I don't know why I still think it's hilarious 3 years later.