Moon dances over your good side

And this was all we used to need

-Two Ghosts, Harry Styles

Lily wakes in a daze. The covers are tucked underneath her chin and the morning sun glares in her face. She blinks a few times, the sun rousing her into a state of confusion. The golden light washes the bed she's on - ultimately not hers - and highlights a pair of rumpled pyjama bottoms. James'. Immediately she's sitting up straight, duvet cover falling to her hips and exposing her bare shoulders to the cool room. She's in James' room. Last night flickers in moments through her memory.

She can't help but blush. The flushed memory of her going down on her knees and tasting him while he pulled back her hair and flung his head back onto his pillow. Her eyes flick across the room to catch on a spare piece of parchment on the bedside table.

"Didn't want to wake you. Have Quidditch practice. See you when I get back - J xx"

His loopy J, reminds her of when of the note he left her when she was sick and a wave of fondness washes over her unexpectedly. She almost feels giddy - reading James' note, in his bed while he flies around in circles in the morning breeze.

She ends up running back to her room and pulling on a pair of jeans and a sweater. She still has 45 minutes until James gets back, so she runs to Gryffindor tower. The girls are all in the midst of getting ready for the day. Mary pauses in brushing her hair when she sees her disheleved friend in the dorm doorway.

"Lily?"

Lily bites her lip, excitement and nerves mixing in her stomach as she thinks of where to start.

"I thought we were going to meet you at breakfast?" Mary prods, turning around on her stool and narrowing her eyes as she watches Lily for a reaction.

"Couldn't wait. I've got to go back to my room in 40 minutes."

Marlene chooses to pull Lily onto her bed at this, eyes searching manically and finding the blush that continues to creep up Lily's neck and flood onto her cheeks.

"What happened!?" Marlene squeals.

Lily feels like the roles have reversed. Gone are the days in which she sits by on the side-lines, watching her friends flirt and kiss boys and girls, dragging them onto her bed for the lowdown on the gossip. Now it's her turn.

"I officially have a boyfriend." She squeaks, not knowing how else to tell her best friends.

This time, her whole body is thrumming with excitement, the girlish giggles she thought would never escape her mouth because of a boy, fall effortlessly and shamelessly from her lips. Marlene immediately brings Lily to her chest, squeezing her into a very rare but lovely Marlene hug. Mary hides her beaming smile behind her hand and Lily can't help but laugh more openly at the state of them.

"Christ, am I really that girl now?" She says, pulling herself away from Marlene.

Marlene grins, "You've always been that girl, just needed to find the right guy to giggle about."

Lily shakes her head but smiles fondly. She can't help it, her smile is ever-growing and the muscles in her jaw start to ache.

She starts to explain how it happened, Mary sitting on the edge of Marlene's bed, eyes full of wonder as Lily explains how careful he was, how he wanted to take her on dates, how they fell asleep in each other's arms.

"It's weird…" Lily hums, fingers stroking the soft cashmere blanket on Marlene's bed.

"What's weird?"' Marlene asks, raising one eyebrow.

"It feels different with James. Trusting him, it doesn't feel as scary anymore."

"You mean compared to before you talked?"

"Yes, that and compared to Severus and even Petunia." Lily struggles on her sister's name, used to calling her 'Tuney', but feeling as if she doesn't deserve to give her sister her beloved nickname anymore.

"That's only two people, Lils. Two people who did not deserve the love and attention you gave them. You can't determine how every relationship you have will be based on how those ones ended." Mary speaks up, her timid voice proving to be steady and determined.

Lily nods at her friend, "I know. Just, for so long, I saw James as someone similar. We were always butting heads, on each other's last nerves. I thought he was going to be the same. Obnoxious and selfish."

Marlene laughs softly, "He's definitely obnoxious…"

"He's never been selfish though, Lily." Mary adds, "He's always put his friends first, he's probably the most loyal boy I've ever met."

Lily can't help but picture James with his mates, always one to ensure Remus is eating, handing over notes to Peter before Peter even realises he hasn't written any, and she hasn't seen a friendship like Sirius and James before. She smiles down at the blanket, emotions flurrying in her stomach.

"Oh man, she's a gonna." Marlene jokes, making Lily pick up a nearby cushion and whack her friend softly in the face.

"Hey Lils?" Marlene interrupts.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you in my bed when you should be in his right now?" She smirks.

"Quidditch training." Lily cocks an eyebrow.

She watches as Marlene leans over the bed to look at the clock on her side table.

"Would have been over like 15 minutes ago…" Marlene sings, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Lily's instantly out the door, barrels of laughter following her. She would usually be embarrassed by her obvious desperation but she's too busy thinking about James to care.

She finds their shared common room empty and quiet, and her stomach drops in disappointment. She's halfway to her room when she hears the faint sprinkle of water from the bathroom - the shower. Her feet stay glued to the ground, her body itching to move towards the sound, her head telling her it's too soon. Her eyes flit to her bedroom door, and then to the shut bathroom door. The explicit picture of James naked in the shower burns into her brain and makes her skin burn, itchy and begging to touch James' hot skin. The sound of a lofty sigh interrupts her daydreaming and before she knows it she's opening the bathroom door (already unlocked). Her eyes catch on the silhouette of James in the steamy shower, arms raised, hands in his hair. She gulps and almost fervently rids her body of her clothes - jumper on the floor, jeans in a heap on top. She looks down at her underwear and tentatively peels them off. She stands idly just outside the shower screen, James still not having noticed her presence. She realises why when she opens the shower - his eyes are closed, suds still soapy in his dark hair.

"Christ, Potter." She breathes heavily, making him snap open his eyes in shock.

"Lily?"

"The one and only. Mind if I join you?" She asks sheepishly, faking her confidence.

His hazel eyes light up with joy, an almost boyish charm to them. Except, he's very much not a boy and instead, his sculpted biceps and perfect abs are the ideal picture of a god-awful, attractive man.

It's not god-awful but at that moment, Lily can't help but feel it's unfair for him to look so good.

She takes a moment to scan his naked and wet body, knowing his eyes are doing the same. She clocks him staring at her breasts and instinctively covers herself.

In just a second, he's closer - eyes wide with concern.

"Don't. You don't have to be shy around me, Lils."

She slowly drops her arms, her nickname causing a familiar and welcoming warmth to return to her stomach. Instead she tentatively wraps her arms around his neck, presses her skin against his, shower spray tickling her forehead, the wetness of his body making the simple act of hugging him completely erotic. Then she remembers they are both completely naked, and that in itself is the most erotic thing she's ever done.

She remembers suddenly, hearing about Mary's experience with her French boy over the summer, how intimate it was to share a shower. Now, here she is, sharing a hot steamy shower with James Potter.

James arms wrap about her waist, his palms flattening against her bare back. He strokes up and down, fingers dipping just above her bum, making her leap slightly in his arms.

"Sorry, I thought I was dreaming for a second." James explains, the special sparkle in his eyes again.

"How was practice?" Lily asks, blinking away the water from her eyes.

"Are we really going to talk about Quidditch right now?"

Lily chuckles.

"James Potter, not wanting to talk about Quidditch, what has the world come to?" Lily mocks, not stopping the broad smile growing on her face.

He tips his head down, eyes drawn to her eyes and lips in excitement, "I have a beautiful and very naked Lily Evans in my shower."

She blushes, eyes zoning in on his wet chest. He catches her chin and tilts it back upwards. Her eyes find him easily.

"Honestly, you are so brilliant." He almost confesses, breath exhaling in a puff.

She's automatically aware of how comfortable she feels in his arms, and she raises herself to press a soft kiss to his lips. His moan in response causes her to press against him, her body needing the closeness as the kisses grow deeper.

She's never known kissing like this -all-consuming, passionate, as if someone had made his lips for hers. They fit together perfectly, she thinks, no awkward fumbling, just enough tongue, just enough teeth. She can't remember a time when she enjoyed being kissed so fervently.

His groan into her mouth has her pressing her body even closer, instinctively and needing release. Wet skin on wet skin, hair glued to her forehead and cheeks from the still-pouring water. She shuffles her feet as the water gets between her toes and within seconds, she's slipping, James hands catching her hips and before she knows it, James is picking her up by her thighs and wrapping her legs around his, pushing her against the tiled wall, where the water doesn't hit them. His hardness pressed against her centre, eliciting a shocked gasp from her mouth.

"Is this ok?" James asks, pulling back slightly and brushing her wet curl away from her cheek.

She pulls him in by his neck in response, continuing the kissing, rubbing herself against the tip of his cock. The sound that travels from James mouth to hers, makes her clench her thighs, James nipping on her lip in response.

"Fucking hell, Lils."

That name again - Lily's too lost in James Potter to realise how far they're going, how close they really are right now.

She stops kissing him, detaches his lips from hers with a slow peck, before leaning back and taking him in. Dark hair plastered against his forehead, she can't help but take a hand and push back the messy strands. She realises now that he's not wearing glasses, that she can properly look into his eyes, take in the golden and green specks, the strong dip of his nose, the high cheekbones, the full lips.

"I'm not having sex with you for the first time in the shower, Evans."

She can only blink in response, too shocked by his statement to come up with a flirty reply. He laughs, noticing her shock and places a soft kiss on the corner of her lips.

"I can still give you what you want though?" He asks, his voice raising an octave at the end of his question.

Lily frowns, not understanding.

"I can make you come, Lils." His voice is deep, rough and low, everything that makes Lily's knees shake.

"Yeah?" She asks, her lips curling up into a smile.

Instantly he smiles back, the boyish grin she's learnt to love so much.

"It would be an honour." He winks.

Lily laughs, her belly aching with need as well as happiness.

"Hold on." He murmurs into her mouth. She clutches onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs tight around him.

One hand slides from her waist and dips between her thighs, she rotates herself, her body chasing the release she needs from his fingers. He laughs lightly at her wiggling, "Stay still, love."

She sighs heavily, head resting against the tiles behind her, eyes closing in frustration. His fingers tickle lazily up her thigh before dipping between her legs, collecting the wetness, purely from her arousal.

"James…" She whispers in almost-agony.

He gives her a gentle smile, before burying his head into her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses against her skin. The touch so gentle and precise, her arousal building up steadily, begging for a crescendo. His thumb finds her sweet spot, circling around her clit and pressing down with the perfect amount of pressure. Lily moans into the steaming shower, her cry echoing throughout the bathroom.

"Thank Merlin for this shared bathroom." She breathes heavily into the steam.

James chuckles, the sound tickling her skin against her neck. She giggles in response, the sound fresh and light amongst the depth of their actions. She listens as James breathes in deeply, and suddenly, he slips a finger into her, Lily arching her back against the tiles, moaning in response.

The pressure builds almost instantaneously. Lily's eyes rolling into the back of her head as he changes the angle of his finger, adding another and then hitting the spot that makes her tremble. She probably should be embarrassed about how fast he can get her there, but the thought of prolonging her release makes her whimper in frustration. Instead, she lets her body react to him in real time, forgets her head, focuses on James and how he makes her feel, remembers that this is him, her boyfriend, the one boy she's promised herself to trust.

Her body erupts, her orgasm making waves from the tips of her toes to her fingers. She shivers against James - still holding her steady, his breath also heavy against her neck. He kisses away her shivers, tangles his tongue with hers, hands gripping more possessively onto her hips now. Coming down from her high she realises that he's been holding her steady the entire time, awe in his strength makes her pull back and release her legs from his waist.

"Christ, James." She says between kisses.

"I love it when you say my name like that."

She grins, a little too proud of the way he responds to the little moments that she wouldn't have deemed important enough to amount to him noticing.

"How did you hold me for so long?" She asks. He pulls her back into the stream of the shower, smiling as he pumps a handful of lavender soap into his hand.

"Quidditch." He beams, cheekily.

She gives him an amused but exasperated look, James pulling her closer and starting to lather up the soap. She watches him start to wash her forearm, hand sliding gently up her arm to her shoulder, skipping over her collarbones to her other arm. She rests her hands on his chest when he's done and watches as he takes in her naked body - his eyes settling on her breasts.

He briefly looks up into her eyes for consent, before receiving a nod and dipping his hands down to cup her breasts gently.

This is intimacy, she realises - letting someone touch you this gently, this sensually and not feeling exposed or awkward. It feels right between the two of them, the soft touch of his fingers against her nipple, brushing the underside of her breast, making her shiver slightly, pressing her thighs together (again) and all whilst feeling comfortable, safe, loved.

The notion hits her right then, that she could be very much falling in love with the boy in front of her and normally, this fact would scare her, but the look on his face - awe mixed with the boyish charm of seeing a naked women (arousal mixed with shock) - she realises that it scares her in a good way, in a way that makes her want to risk her feelings, her heart, in a way, that makes her want to dive head first into the relationship that threatens to turn her whole world upside down.

A soft moan flees her lips amongst her daydreaming and James takes this as a cue to kiss her - deeply. She smiles into the kiss, now giddy from his touch and his taste. His hands continue to wander, along her curves - the dip between her waist and hips, the soft curve of her thighs. As his touch wanders, she too explores. Finally her hands do what her hormones have been begging to do since she entered the glass shower, they brush over the shape of his biceps, down the hardness of his chest, fingers tracing the faint lines of his abdominals. Finally - finally- she reaches his cock, her hand wraps around the thickness of him, a small sharp breath emits from his mouth into their kiss and she smiles as he has to remove his lips from hers and look down between the two of them.

She watches his eyes widen and then close slowly, disbelief flickering though his handsome face. She has to bite her lip from smiling too much but he clocks onto her excitement when he finally looks at her and his hazel eyes snag on her bitten lip.

"Merlin, Lils. You're killing me."

She continues to pump up and down, soapy water helping her glide her hand firmly. She watches his entire body tense and drinks in the pinkness of his cheeks.

"You can't blame me for wanting to touch you."

The compliment feeds his ego just as she expected, the familiar glint she often sees in the classroom sparkles at her and she chuckles lightly in response.

"I think I'm starting to catch on to how to turn you on, Potter."

She speeds up her movements with his hand, stepping closer and raising her face to his.

"Fuck- its not hard, Lils. Everything and anything you do turns me on."

She laughs lightly before kissing him again, lazy and distracted kisses as she jerks him off. Within minutes, he grips her a bit tighter on the waist and she stops kissing him to watch him reach his release. He looks down again, at her hand pumping him, his voyeurism turning her on just as much as him. The redness of his cheeks deepen, his pupils blown wide, she watches as his abs tense and suddenly, he's coming. Her name on his lips, desperate and relieved.

He sighs heavily, and then brings a hand to her jaw, tips her head up and gazes at her so fondly it hurts her heart.

"Can we do this every morning?" He asks so seriously, she can't help but laugh delightfully.

He smiles at her, before pulling her towards him and turning her around. He takes her hair and combs it with his fingers, she feels him massage shampoo into her waves. She can't help but tip her head back slightly and close her eyes, letting herself indulge in the gentle attentiveness from James. It's a far cry from anything she's ever experienced from another human being.