Mint Chocolate Chip

written by: albe-chan

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned,, I am making no money from this, and any coincidence with real life is purely coincidental. This work may contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (mentions of sex, nudity, etc.), and/or violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!

XXX

The blond crunched into his cone before the ice cream was devoured enough, to Lily's standard.

"You're a heathen, what are you doing to your ice cream cone?"

"Eating it."

"Novice," she murmured, rolling her eyes, and ate her own ice cream.

"I've probably been eating ice cream longer than you've been alive," Scorpius murmured, and Lily arched a brow. "You're maybe twenty five, right?"

"Twenty six," she replied, "but thanks."

"Hmm, still."

The redhead smiled, hazel eyes glimmering. "You mean obviously. You're like thirty, right?"

"So mean," he murmured. "I really think I ought to get you back for that, because I am not yet thirty." And before Lily could say anything, he moved his cone toward her and dropped it onto her right breast. Lily glared, her mouth fell open in shock because it was cold, and then Scorpius scooped his cone up before it fell again, and smirked.

"Oops," he said, then his dark grey eyes pinned hers. "Would you like me to get that for you?" She had rapidly melting green ice cream all over her tits and Scorpius arched a brow as she frowned.

"You said you would stop thinking about it."

"I did, for as long as possible." Scorpius brushed his mouth over hers. "So would you like me to get that?"

Lily smirked as he pulled back and glanced down again. "That depends," she murmured.

"On?"

"Are you going to be thorough enough if I still have my top on? Somehow I think not. No, we'd best wait to get back to your place."

She stood up, licked her cone, and pushed her sunglasses up her nose. "Hmm I might have to do it again. Your nipples got super hard." He crunched into his cone again as he stood up and Lily frowned at him.

"Stop that, you have to eat the ice cream first."

Scorpius snorted as they started walking down the beach. "Amateur. You eat enough ice cream to get the bulk of the cone out of the way, and you save the best for last. Ice cream."

"That is downright outrageous." She bit her lip when she glanced at him because he looked good, really good without a shirt, and the vivid memory of ice cream on him flashed to the front of her mind. "I hope it falls in the sand for you."

"Try it and see," he teased and she rolled her eyes. "And losing it to the sand would be preferable to a goddamn seagull again." His eyes roved over her as she laughed at him again for that. "You still have ice cream on you. I certainly wouldn't mind-"

"Oh no, you just said save the best for last, right?" She smirked.

"Then I'll just have to eat faster," he replied.

They were halfway to his place, on a relatively deserted stretch of beach, when he did finish his cone, and Lily barely resisted throwing the last of her own ice cream cone aside, shoving him down and having him right there. By the time they got to his elevator, Lily was barely holding back, and backed him against the wall as soon as the doors closed and kissed him. He carried her to his door, pressing her up against it as he unlocked it and she gasped, starting to fall as he opened the door at her back, but Scorpius caught her, smirking. Her top hit the floor as the door closed.

Lily's hands roved over him greedily as he laid them back in his bed, pushing his shorts down hungrily, and groaned as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them either side of her head, bending to lick her breasts again and she lifted her pelvis, arching and grinding into him. Scorpius kissed her, his tongue pushing into her willing mouth, stroking the roof of it and making her arch and grind into him again and then her bottoms were tugged off. Lily waited until his shorts joined hers on the floor, then rolled them, leaning down to kiss him again. "There's probably going to be sand in your bed," she murmured, sitting up as he reached for protection.

"I don't fucking care, I have a housekeeper."

Lily narrowed her eyes, very minorly diverted by that. "That is so much fucking balls, you ass hat," she snarled. Scorpius sat up and kissed her hard again.

"Get over it, babe," he said, smirking and she shoved him back down, lifting all the way up onto her knees and undoing her bun hastily, shaking her head and unleashing the beast. "Fuck yeah," he grunted as she leaned back down, her hair a dark red curtain cutting off the view of the water from his massive windows and they groaned in tandem as she slowly sank down onto him.

"Mmm, fuck yes," she rasped, lifting back up and impaling herself again. Scorpius fondled her breasts, tugging her nipples to draw hoarse little grunts of pleasure from her as she rode him, deep and unhurried, trying to temper the urge to roll her over and take her hard and fast. Lily tossed her hair, panting and breathless, and looked back down at him, biting her lip as he held her hips and she lifted and dipped and rolled her pelvis atop him. "I'm not going to last, Scorpius," she whimpered, and leaned down, taking him harder and faster, her moans growing in volume and tempo, "Unh, yes, yes, Scorpius!" she cried, and buried her face in his neck as she came around him.

Scorpius felt her clenching and shuddering her bliss above and grit his teeth to stave off his own impending orgasm. He wanted her again, and maybe a third time if he could manage it, before succumbing to the overwhelming urge to lose his mind in the pleasures of her body. When she stilled, her legs stretching out alongside his, he rolled them, gripping an ass cheek to stay buried within her. Lily whimpered and moaned, long and low. "You really do make the best sex noises," he rumbled, gently thrusting in and out of her, enjoying her breathy responses, and then her leg hooked more firmly around his hip.

"If you want more, say it," she gasped, and kissed his throat. "If you want me to get back on top, you'll have to say that too." Scorpius grunted and withdrew slowly, making her arch, and thrust in roughly.

"I want more of you," he growled and rolled them fully so he was on top. "But I want you like this. And then I want you from behind."

Her gaze lifted to his and she smiled with heavy-lidded eyes, her lush mouth curving up on one side. "If you insist, babe," she murmured, and pulled his face down to kiss him as he rocked in and out of her with long, slow strokes. In what felt like no time he was bringing her to the brink again before he gave in to her demands to take her harder and faster and more goddamn it, like she'd all but shouted at him.

"You're so good," he groaned in the panting, delirious aftermath.

Lily chuckled breathlessly. "Honey, I am so much fucking better than good," she said and scoffed and the blond grinned at her.

"I suppose," he drawled and her brows shot up.

"Excuse me?" she snapped, and sat up.

Scorpius lifted a brow back at her, still grinning. "I never got to the having you from behind part, babe."

Lily's mouth moved before her brain could stop it, and she purred, leaning back in to kiss him, "I'm saving that for tonight," against his mouth. His tongue pushed past her lips and he kissed her possessively.

"Excellent."

After spending several long minutes kissing and snuggling in the sated afterglow of fantastic sex, they got up to shower, and Lily was not only impressed by his very nice shower, but thoroughly tempted to steal his shower head. And to her delight, the hot water didn't appear to have an end. "That's almost enough to ruin a girl for anything else," she sighed, wrapping herself in a soft white towel afterward. Scorpius kissed her neck teasingly, certain she was referring to the extended kissing and light fondling in the shower.

"Thank you," he said smugly.

The redhead snorted, then grabbed another towel for her hair, bending over. Scorpius grasped her hips lightly, holding her softly against himself. "I was talking about your shower," she said, and the blond frowned. After wrapping her hair turban style, Lily stood up and looked over her shoulder at him. "But you're not bad yourself, Malfoy."

Scorpius grinned, sliding a hand up under her towel and grabbing her ass, making her eyes go wide. "Honey, I'm way fucking better than not bad."

"I suppose," she shot back, and he chuckled.

"So I have to ask," he finally murmured after they'd gotten dressed again, her in her little bikini and cut offs, him in casual board length shorts and tee, "do you want to come to lunch with me?"

Lily grinned. "Sure, but I have to stop by my Jeep for my bag."

Scorpius eyed her up for a moment. "Do you want to walk, or would you rather ride?" Lily's brows pulled together.

"Ride?" she said slowly, wondering for a moment if he meant horses. Because she couldn't fathom where a person who lived in a condo would keep a bloody horse.

"Come on," Scorpius said grinning. Five minutes later, they were in the underground parking garage for his building and behind them was Scorpius's dark blue, low slung, ultra sexy Jaguar. And before her, leaning rakishly on its kickstand, was a sleek black and chrome Harley.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," she said, looking over at Scorpius. "There is no way in Hell I'm getting on that thing."

Scorpius reached for her hand, lacing their fingers. "Babe," he sighed. "Don't be a pussy ass little girl. You kicked my ass at football, at least let me keep a shred of my testosterone and be the sexy woman behind me on my bike, holding me for dear life if need be."

"Fuck you, Scorpius," she said, shaking her head. "I'm going to be a pussy ass little girl on this one."

He squeezed her hand gently. "I'll make sure you live to tell your cousin all about it. C'mon, Potter."

The redhead chewed her lower lip indecisively, then threw caution to the wind. Because somehow, in her gut, she felt certain Scorpius would do everything and anything possible to keep her safe. And while there was a tremble of panic at that thought, because that felt dangerously close to something resembling feelings for the arrogant prick, Lily also felt a warm gush of like for the man holding her hand. "Okay," she said at last, and swallowed thickly as she donned a helmet.

A rather large part of her was borderline terrified, but Lily couldn't help but feel a tiny sliver of adrenaline spiked excitement as Scorpius buckled her helmet for her and then donned his own. He moved to the bike, mounting it, and kicking up the stand as he sat with casual grace upon the beast of machinery. "Hop on," he said lightly.

Lily sucked in a breath and moved to climb on awkwardly behind him, feeling a jumble of fear, anxiety, and excitement. Scorpius told her where to put her feet and she held on lightly. When he started the motorcycle up, the engine rumbling and growling as he teased the throttle, she clutched him tighter, her spiking fear and adrenaline making her all too aware of his solid warmth and the vibrating between her legs.

She was half tempted to jump off, but then they were moving forward, and before Lily knew it, they motored up and out of the garage and out into the sunshine. She held onto Scorpius for dear life, breasts pressed into his warm, solid back, and she breathed deep the reassuring smell of him, and slowly her legs relaxed from their instinctive death grip on the bike and his hips. By the time they got to the beach parking lot, Lily had actually even felt brave enough to lift her face from Scorpius's shirt and peek around at the traffic they glided through with ease.

The blond watched her take off the helmet, standing on sturdy legs, and felt a jolt of admiration. Most women he took on his motorcycle were as wobbly as newborn giraffes after, but Lily appeared entirely unrattled, and he felt his attraction deepen. She went to her beat up Jeep and opened the driver's door, grabbing a big tote bag from the seat. He frowned a tiny bit as she pulled a little stretchy white tank on over her bathing suit, but she left her messy, damp waves free to blow in the wind.

"So where are you taking me for lunch?" she asked after coming back toward him, helmet resting on a hip under her forearm.

He smirked. "I know a great sushi place," he said, wondering if she would be interested in his favourite type of food. The blond pushed aside traitorous thoughts that hoped she would, because he was beginning to find himself thoroughly in like with Lily Potter.

"Is it far?" she asked, hazel eyes darting over him as he sat on his bike. Scorpius pursed his mouth a little, because he wouldn't say it was exactly close.

"Not too far," he said fairly.

"Hmm, too bad," Lily said, and jammed her helmet on over her hair again. "I think I might not actually hate motorcycles," she said, and smiled. "Can you do me up?"

Scorpius couldn't resist grinning back. "You bet, babe."

The next day, Lily was going to lunch with Scorpius again, and just as she got downstairs, spotting him parked on his Harley at the curb before her building, her phone rang from within the depths of her bag. She felt her brows go up, because it was her mother. "Hi, Mom," she said lightly as she picked up, holding up a finger to Scorpius.

"Hello, honey. Are you coming for dinner tonight?" Ginny Potter asked without preamble. The redhead frowned.

"That was the plan," she said slowly. "Unless you're going to try setting me up again," she said, and Scorpius smirked a little at her. She rolled her eyes, miming shooting herself.

Ginny laughed. "Oh no, honey," she said warmly. "Not now that you're seeing the Malfoy boy." Lily's brows drew together.

"I'm not really seeing-"

"Oh, Lily," her mother chided teasingly, "I know you don't want to share the details with your little old Mom, but Evelyn Gambon, you know, the very nice lady who lives a couple doors down? Her husband Frank just passed last year, I'm sure you remember him, he always sat out on their front porch, and-"

"Mother," Lily cut in sternly.

"Anyway, she saw you and Scorpius at lunch yesterday, and she said she was so very pleased to see you've found a nice young man to settle down with." Lily pinched the bridge of her nose with thumb and forefinger, praying for patience. It might almost be better to be single again. "And she mentioned you two looked like you were having a very romantic time."

Lily grit her teeth. "Mom," she sighed. "I have to go, I have plans for lunch," she said flatly, and her mother giggled.

"Oh, of course you do, honey. I'll get straight to it then. I want you to bring Scorpius for dinner tonight. I've already phoned Astoria, and she's delighted to come. Six sharp. See you then, honey!"

Before Lily could do more than open her mouth, her mother had hung up on her and the redhead was seized with the urge to smash her phone, change her name, and move to Mexico. Instead she pulled a face, shoved her phone back into her tote, and stomped over to Scorpius. "You're all sexy-angry again, babe. What did your mom want?"

Lily jammed her helmet on. "She not so subtly forced me to bring you to dinner. And if you don't come, we're both going to be in shit, because your mom is apparently also in on this shit." The redheaded, hazel eyed woman planted her hands on her hips. "Do me up."

Scorpius smirked. "Patience, babe." She frowned and he chuckled, buckling her helmet for her. "And relax, I've already had dinner with your parents." The redhead fought the urge to sigh, because she had a feeling things were going to be a helluva lot worse this time around.

At six, they pulled up into her parents' crowded driveway on the Harley, and Lily pulled off her helmet, trying to smooth her beastly hair as much as possible as they walked up to the front door. Just before she opened it, it was flung wide, and her eldest brother James looked back at her. "Did you just pull up on a motorcycle?" he asked, sounding floored.

Lily forced a smile. "Hi, Jamie. And yes. If you tell Mom, I'll castrate you, though."

James chuckled and hugged her briefly, but very tight, crushing the air from her lungs. "It might be worth it," he said teasingly and the redhead glared, and the dark haired, brown eyed man looked at Scorpius critically. "So you're messing around with my little sister," he said, and Lily felt a jolt of anxiety, because James was just as built and a hair taller than the blond. James folded his arms and Scorpius smirked.

"I wouldn't say messing around with," Scorpius replied lightly, as though utterly unruffled. "More like having a damn good time whenever I happen to see her." James arched a dark brow, looking forbidding. Lily cleared her throat. "And I'd like to say for the record, teaching your little sister to play football better than most guys should be against some kind of man code," Scorpius added, and James cracked a smile.

"Gotta give her an edge," he said lightly, and looked Scorpius over again. "She whip you?"

"Not me, per say," Scorpius said with true lawyer-like evasiveness, which made Lily roll her eyes, "but she put some of my very good friends to shame."

"And Rose gets credit for some of that, too," Lily piped up, and they went inside at last.

Lily headed to the kitchen, but James caught Scorpius's elbow, holding him back in the sitting room. "One tip," he said softly, looking very serious. "If you mess her up, even without meaning to, I'll break every bone in your body. Deal?"

Dark grey eyes regarded James Potter levelly, and Scorpius replied, just as seriously, "You can try. But only the first hit is free."

James grinned. "Duly noted."

Lily managed to get through dinner with only a couple glasses of wine to fortify her, and was feeling utterly relieved when she polished off her dessert, that no one had asked the question Lily was pretty sure everyone was thinking.

"So," Harry Potter, who'd been mostly silent throughout the meal, finally said, looking at Scorpius, "are you sleeping with my daughter?"

Lily's face went bright red, she was positive. Ginny hissed, "Harry," as James and Albus giggled. Astoria looked distinctly awkward, but Scorpius seemed utterly unruffled.

"Sometimes," Scorpius said. He glanced at Lily and slid a hand up her thigh under the table, because her mother had insisted they sit together. "Although sometimes she kicks me out before we get to the sleeping part."

Harry frowned, looking at Lily now, who gulped but stared back bravely, pushing Scorpius's roving hand downward, and Harry Potter nodded slowly. "Alright," he said, and got up. "I'm going to watch the game."

The redhead blew out a grateful breath, and looked at her mother. "I should head out," she said lightly. "I have to get up early, I have, um, lots of errands before work tomorrow." Her mother smiled and looked at Astoria, who grinned conspiratorially back.

"If you wait just a moment, honey, I can pack up some leftovers for you."

Lily bit her lip, because she had no idea how she'd carry leftovers on the back of Scorpius's Harley. She couldn't fathom holding on with only one arm. James looked smug. "She can't carry them," he said lightly.

Ginny Potter frowned. Lily stood up quickly. "I really should head out. Dinner was great, Mom, and-"

"Why can't you carry leftovers?" her mother asked over her.

Lily hesitated, sent James a dark glare, and then said, slowly, "Um, Scorpius drove me here, and there's not a lot of space, really, for-"

"Scorpius Malfoy, you did not bring a young woman to Sunday dinner on that godawful motorcycle," Astoria said, glaring at her son thunderously. The blond man sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Mother," he murmured with a quelling look.

Ginny looked shocked, and Harry, who had just been leaving the dining room, paused and looked back. "Is it a Harley?" he said.

"Yes," Scorpius said, and James grinned. Albus lifted his brows at Lily.

"And you didn't freak out?" the green eyed man asked, smiling. She sent him a dirty look.

"Not this time," Scorpius said, grinning a tiny bit, and Albus laughed openly at his sister, who shot him a filthy look. Mrs. Malfoy sent her son a death glare, and Harry lifted his brows.

"Roadster or street bike? And how many CCs?" Harry asked.

Scorpius looked pleased. "Street, and seven fifty," he said.

Ginny, who had seemed shocked into silence, finally found her voice. "A motorcycle?" she asked weakly, eyes wide.

"Yes, Mom, and it's perfectly safe. I really do have to go, though," Lily said firmly. She got up, grabbed her bag, and all but stalked out of the house, feeling equally guilty, pissed, and embarrassed still. And on top of all that, she was leaving without leftovers, which was a tragedy in and of itself. And even though she didn't look back, she had a feeling Scorpius was right behind her, and didn't hesitate to walk straight over to his Harley and grab the passenger helmet. "My place or yours?" she asked.

Scorpius was grinning when she turned to face him. "Mine. Better shower."

XXX