Sing

"She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

It was not often that James Potter had a completely empty apartment. Normally Sirius or Remus would be pottering about the place so James would keep the noise level down for their sake. But this evening he was gloriously alone for a few hours before his girlfriend was going to come round. He was enjoying this alone time by indulging in a luxurious shower and singing at the top of his lungs to a muggle song Lily had been gushing about ever since she heard it on the radio. By some kind of insect, the bumblebees or ants or something, he hadn't really been paying attention.

"You think you've lost your love
When, I saw her yesterday-yi-yay.
It's you she's thinking of
And she told me what to say-yi-yay."

He scrubbed at his back with the lime soap Sirius insisted on buying because it 'made the girls go crazy' and struggled to remember the words to the song. He turned into the shower spray and let the water wash over his face and down his neck. He gurgled before the lyrics came rushing back to him.

"She says she loves you
and you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
and you know you should be glad.
She loves you..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"Jesus, Lily!"

James slipped and had to grab the shower head to remain standing when a very pretty, very amused red head poked her head around the shower curtain and sang along with him. She laughed brightly as he tried to calm his pounding heart. He picked up the soap that had fallen onto the bottom of the shower and scrubbed a hand over his face. He stared rather pointedly at his girlfriend when he noticed she was still smiling at him.

"Do you mind?" He gestured to his lack of clothing.

"Not at all, James." She replied wickedly as she blatantly eyed him up and down, appreciation apparent in her overtly sexual gaze. He felt a blush stain his cheeks and stuttered awkwardly, immediately catapulting back into his 14 year old self. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him naked before but he felt so...on show. He was on the verge of pushing past his modesty and ask her to join him if she liked the view so much but she laughed at his obvious discomfort and closed her eyes. A part of him was relieved whilst the other was disappointed.

"Alright, calm down you prude."

She withdrew her head from the shower curtain and he turned the shower off. A hand passed him a towel through the opening and he took it, gratefully. He pushed the curtain back and stepped out awkwardly with the towel wrapped around his waist. He jammed his glasses back on his still wet face and Lily came into sharp focus in front of his eyes.

Her focus, however, appeared to be solely on his bare chest and he felt his male pride swell. It was only when her emerald eyes darkened into something much more dangerous and her pink tongue came out to wet her plump lips that he cleared his throat. Her eyes snapped to his and, as always, his breath was taken away by the colour he found there. He had never seen such a brilliant green as the colour of her irises.

"I never knew you had such a great singing voice, Lil." Casual conversation. Casual. That was what he needed. A very feline grin spread across her face and he gulped.

"I have many talents, James." She stretched languidly and his gaze dropped to her rather ample chest. Talents indeed. "Some are just better hidden than others." She smirked at him, a smile that he was sure the devil had taught her personally and she splayed her hands on his glistening chest as she leaned into him, uncaring as to whether her clothes got wet or not. His hands wormed their way into the back pockets of her jeans to draw her closer. "You however, my dear, have a truly awful singing voice."

"Hey!" He pinched her bum in mock outrage and she laughed gaily once more. "My mother always told me that I had an excellent singing voice."

She glanced up at him with a patronising air.

"Aw, hun." She patted his cheek. "Let's just say; you've killed the Beatles for me. But I love you anyway." She kissed him sound on the mouth.

"She loves me?" He grinned at her and blinked innocently.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She dismissed with a wave of her hand and she realised, as soon as the words left her mouth, that those were the next words to the song. She rolled her eyes at his cuteness. "Okay, so maybe I do. But you know you should be glad." She sang the final sentence and he replied between stolen kisses.

"I am glad. So, so glad."

There was not much talking after that.