Eternal Summer Side-Alongs

This has been a long time coming! Eternal Summer Side-Alongs will be a collection of one-shots from the ES-verse that could be backstory, scenes we already know from another character's POV, new scenes from other (non-Jily) POVs, or scenes that didn't make the "final cut," so to speak (i.e., a home for gratuitous smut and pointless drabble. (And if you're new to me, Eternal Summer is my in-progress, mostly canon-compliant, 7th year Jily fic). These obviously won't be chronological, so I'm including in the chapter name the POV of that side-along and the ES chapter it corresponds to, if it does. For example, this very first side-along shows up as "Chapter 1: Chestiquette [Lily 12]" so this means that it's Lily's POV and corresponds to ES Chapter 12.

More specifically, toward the end of Chapter 12, Lily and James are heading back to Hogwarts:

Their journey back to Hogwarts felt significantly shorter and entirely boring compared to her memories of escaping the night before, though now being pressed against him under the cloak had the added crackle of tension lingering from their night and morning together. They had stayed in bed another hour, Lily getting on top this time, and she had relished both in the feeling of doing this with a mattress beneath her knees and in James's eyes on her as his hands roamed every square inch of her skin. But finally, their growling stomachs were getting too intense to ignore, and so as Lily had gotten dressed in her clothes from the night before and attempted to detangle all the knots in her hair with her fingers, James hatched a plan with Sirius through the mirror, which he explained to her as he snuck her out of another entrance to the Shrieking Shack and led her toward the High Street.

Here's what happened in that hour.

Chestiquette

LILY

Lily smirked at him. "I do like being precise."

James returned her smile as he reached over and stroked her face, tracing a faint line that Lily suspected was from the spell that had just grazed her skin. Without saying anything else, he closed the gap and kissed her, something gentle, and Lily reached for his waist, feeling his muscles tense under her fingers. His mouth was warm, his touch light where he cradled her neck, and maybe he scooted closer, or maybe she did, she couldn't be sure, but suddenly she felt him, smooth and firm, nudging her lower stomach.

Warmth unfurled inside her, that instinctive want for him turning on from just the slightest touch. Without thinking, Lily reached down and stroked his length with gentle fingertips. James's groan was immediate, something low in his throat as he ran his tongue over her lip. Her hips reached for him, and she kept touching him lightly, absorbed in the softness of their mood, the sensualness of his kiss.

Her thumb swiped over his tip and came away wet. A whisper escaped him then, a soft, "Fuck," as he broke their kiss, sucking in a breath. Lily smiled, pressing herself closer to him, seeking his body heat against her skin, and James rolled back, laying on the pillow and pulling Lily down with him so that she was leaning over him on her side, still holding him in her grasp.

"Lily—fuck, can we—"

She smirked, ducking her face to press kisses along his neck. "Can we what, Potter?"

His arm that was under her lifted to press a hand softly into her hair while his other hand reached for her breast, cupping her in his palm with a gentle squeeze. "Stay here awhile."

Lily chuckled, sucking on a patch of his throat. "And what will your friends think? Aren't they watching the map for us?"

"They'll absolutely think we're hooking up," James told her. "And they'll take the mick with me, but not you."

She moved to his collarbone. "Remus won't be mad?"

"Nah, I'll do the bed before we leave."

Her lips trailed lower, onto the top of his chest. "Nice of you."

He lifted both hands to hold her hair back from curtaining her face. "I'm a good friend."

Her mouth followed the path of his sternum, and she muttered, "An excellent friend, according to Remus's Top Ten list."

James chuckled, his abs tensing under her face.

"Not sure it's a reliable list, though," she mused, bringing her lips up to press into the pillowy muscles of his chest. His hum turned into a groan as she flicked her tongue over his nipple and said, "It left off incredibly fit and sexy as fuck."

James pulled her face toward his, grinning as he said, "Did you really need a list to tell you that, Evans?"

She smirked. "No, I suppose I already knew that for myself."

Their kiss then was hungry, eager, and James groaned against her mouth as his hips started working under her hand. "Fuck, I want you on me, Lil."

Lily was happy to oblige, swinging her leg over him to straddle his hips, hands and knees sinking into the mattress as she hovered over him, heat rushing to where she felt him hard underneath her.

James looked up at her with liquid eyes, the sunlight peaking through cracked windows leaving bright stripes across his face, and Lily sucked in a breath as his gaze moved downward, roaming over her body. His hands matched his eyes then, leaving a trail of goosebumps where they slid up her thighs, over the curve of her bum, into the dip of her waist, along her back, and then to her front, cupping her breasts as his thumbs swiped softly back and forth.

Lily sighed into his touch, smiling as James said quietly, "You're fucking perfect, Evans. These are fucking perfect."

"You're certainly nicer to them than anyone else ever has been."

His brows furrowed as he kneaded them gently. "What d'you mean?"

Lily arched her brows. "Most boys just…palm them like they're…bloody Quaffles or something."

Confusion melted into amusement as he smiled, pulling himself up to sit under her. "Oh, no, no. That is horrible chestiquette."

Giggles bubbled from her mouth. "What did you just say?"

"Chestiquette," he repeated, his fingers still doing that delicious, rolling kneading motion, his thumbs pressing and swirling. "I have excellent manners, Evans, remember?"

"Hmm." Her eyes were fluttering closed, so she didn't see him lower his head, but she felt him lift a breast up before his tongue replaced his thumb.

"And," he started, speaking through sucking kisses, "a perfect—chest—like yours—deserves—the best manners."

Would she even last through the actual shagging before she melted into a puddle? With the way he was sucking on her just then, Lily sincerely doubted it. Her hands buried in his hair, another gasping sigh escaping her as more and more pleasure shot straight through her with each lick and lap of his tongue. It wasn't until he paused his ministrations to groan against her skin that Lily realized she'd been working her own hips against him, squirming over him in his lap, adding to her building pressure.

They locked eyes, and Lily braced against his shoulders to shift up against him and then wiggle down to take him inside. His face just then—brows scrunching, mouth dropping in an open oh around lips swollen from kissing on her—was the most perfect thing she'd ever seen, and she pushed against him gently so that he fell back on the bed and she could marvel at his face and those sublime curves and ridges of his muscles while her hands pressed into his chest and her hips took off in instinctual rhythm.

She was lost, floating, in utter pleasure as she rode him, and she thought he was too by the way he looked at her. His hands still supported her breasts as he thrust up into her, and Lily's head fell back in a sigh, this angle too intoxicating, too exquisite, to be able to think about anything except the sensation of them moving together.

"Lily—"

She knew that tone and what it meant, and she also found she knew exactly what she needed to meet him. Leaning forward, Lily bracketed his head with her forearms, burying hands in his hair as she kissed him and then arched, murmuring, "Please, babe—"

But she didn't even get out all the words before he had a breast back in his mouth, one hand cupping the other while his other hand reached back to squeeze her bum as she ground against him.

It all felt too good. James, solid muscle and sinew and bone underneath her. James, hard length sliding inside her. James, rubbing right against her most sensitive spot. James, tongue swirling and teeth ghosting and lips sliding. James, thickening and tensing and whimpering—

His mouth suddenly broke away as he gasped, "Lil—baby, I can't—"

And then it felt indescribably better. James thrust up into her, squeezing her bum and pulling her tighter against him while liquid heat rushed and his ringing moan echoed, and with a few frantic little thrusts against the resistance of him holding her, she gave herself over to her own pressure breaking, heard her own sharp cry, before she buried her face in his neck and let her weight collapse against him as his arms circled around her.

They stayed like that, James's hands hot against her back while his pulse inside her slowly subsided, and he murmured, "It's so fucking good with you, Lily."

She hummed her agreement, turning her head to kiss his neck.

"Rendered you speechless, did I?"

He had. She mumbled, "Damn chestiquette," and James chuckled, his fingertips skimming over her skin as his head turned to kiss her ear, her cheek.

It might have turned into another romantic moment, but just then her stomach decided to give a loud, growling gurgle. Thank Merlin her face was already hidden.

But James just laughed and gave her a squeeze. "I'm hungry, too. We should head back and get some lunch, we need our strength back up."

Lily pulled her face from his neck and arched a brow. "Our strength?"

James gave her a crooked smile. "It's Saturday, Evans. You know what that means."

She had an idea. "A rager in the common room tonight?"

"And," he leaned closer, ghosting lips over hers, "sneaking out from said rager to shag some more."

Lily rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the smile spreading across her face. "You're not even out of me, and you're already thinking about that?"

"Always, Evans."

"You're ridiculous, Potter."

Except he really wasn't, because Lily was now looking forward to the very same thing.

They started to snog again, but then James's stomach growled too and, laughing but also realizing they were getting uncomfortably hungry, they disentangled from each other and started the process of putting themselves back together.