Here's the last part! I can't believe this is the end of the story. If I'm being entirely honest, this part doesn't have much to do with plot. Just vague smuttiness. Vague fluffy smuttiness I hope.

Epilogue

Six Months Later

The first thing Sirius noticed when he walked into the flat was that it was a complete mess.

Pillows were thrown off the couch, the rug was rumpled and kicked into a pile by the corner while the coffee table was twisted, two empty Butterbeer bottles standing on to it. A portrait- an ugly green thing that showed a vase of flowers and came when James bought the flat- was twisted on the wall with one side of a trainer lying on its side underneath it. If it weren't for the clothes flung haphazardly all around the living room- a cloak draped over the lamp in the corner, a dress hanging over the back of the sofa- he would have thought that Death Eaters ransacked place.

With a smirk, Sirius slowly walked down the hall to the bedroom. He had originally come to rip James a new one for skipping out on them last night. He had been gone on a month long mission out of the country and only returned yesterday. He was supposed to meet him and the other Marauders at the Leaky Cauldron. It was Sirius' intention to get him properly drunk as celebrate his return. Along the short trek to the bedroom there were more clothes littering the floor. The door was slightly ajar and he pushed it open.

They were both asleep, Lily's back pressed against James' chest and his arms were wrapped around her. The coverlet slipped down a little, exposing both of their bare shoulders. Lily stirred slightly as the door squeaked open. She blearily wiped her eyes and stretched. However, she froze once she caught sight of Sirius standing in the doorway.

"Morning," he drawled, smirking at her. He glanced at his watch. "Well, afternoon really." Lily squeaked and drew the blanket up to her neck, causing him to chortle. A bright red flush over took her skin. "I'll be in the kitchen," he told her, "Get that twat up." With those few words he swept out, his laughter echoing behind him.

Cheeks still blazing, she turned to the man beside her. "James," Lily hissed, jabbing him in the stomach. "James, wake up." He shifted, muttering nonsense in his sleep and buried his nose in her hair. "James," she tried again, prodding him more forcefully. He did not move. "Potter!"

That finally roused him. James cracked open his eyes and looked down at her. "Hello, love," he grinned crookedly at her before pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. He yawned and pulled her closer to him. His tongue flicked out to trace the shell of her ear. "Ready for round four, Evans?" he said in a low tone that sent shivers down her spine and made her toes curl. He nipped at her earlobe for good measure.

Lily's breaths came out in short, shaky pants. His hand slowly dragged across her skin, the calluses on his palm creating a wonderful friction. Something began to stir in the pit of her stomach. It took all of her willpower to push his face away. "Sirius... is outside," she breathed before moaning quietly as he leant back in to lavish a spot behind her ear.

"Hmm... somehow I can't find it in me to care," he murmured against her skin. With one quick movement he flipped her onto her back so that he was pinning her into the mattress. He tilted her head back and kissed her deeply. Lily wrapped her arms around his shoulders and drew him closer for a moment, revelling in the feel of him pressed entirely against her.

She kissed him for a few minutes before regretfully pulling away with a sigh. Meanwhile James continued to kiss down her jaw and neck, coming to stop against the place where her pulse was skittering furiously under her skin. "James," she said, pulling his head up. "Get up and get dressed. Sirius is in the kitchen and I'm not-"

"Going to shag me when Sirius can hear us?" he guessed, skimming his nose across her collarbones. He pulled back so that she was able to see his wicked grin. "That's what silencing charms were invented for."

"Oh for the love of god, James," she groaned, a mixture of the result of his ministrations and her own frustration. "Stop it."

"Fine," he sighed, rolling off of her with a pout. He stretched and the coverlet slipped down to expose him from the hip up. He caught Lily staring at him- or more accurately, his chest- and smirked, before stretching his hands above his head, intent on giving her a good show. "You should take your own advice, Evans," he teased her, catching her hand and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

Lily shoved his shoulder. "Get out and see what Sirius wants."

"You get out."

"I can't find any of my clothes in here," she shot back, "Someone was on a mission to undress me before we made it past the sitting room yesterday. So unless you want me to walk out there, completely starkers..."

"You play dirty," he told her before rolling out of bed and rummaging through his drawers without a stitch of clothing. Lily sat up, taking care to keep the blanket clutched to her chest as he quickly dressed. "I'll be back in a mo'," he told her as he pulled a t shirt over his head. "Don't go running around starkers."

"Fine. I'll be here. Naked. Alone. In your bed."

"I thought you didn't want me to shag you."

She grinned at him and drew the blankets closer around her shoulders. "I just meant that I'll be incredibly cold without any clothes or anyone to warm me up," she said innocently, her eyes glinting. "Hurry back."

James growled something imperceptible under his breath and stalked outside, taking care to shut the door behind him. Sirius was lounging in the kitchen, tilting his chair back on two legs as he scanned through this morning's edition of the Prophet. He grinned widely when he saw him come in.

"Had fun last night?" he asked, dropping his chair back down on to all fours.

"It would have been better if you hadn't come in this morning," he muttered angrily, giving him a shove for good measure. "I was sleeping."

Sirius just grinned even wider. "It's not morning anymore. It's already past one," he corrected him. "I was just worried about you, Prongs. You didn't meet us yesterday at the pub. I just came to make sure you were in one piece. And see! This- this hostility is what I get for checking up on my best mate-"

"Oh spare me the dramatics," James cut him off, rolling his eyes. He couldn't help the slight twitch of his lips though. "As you can see I am in one piece so you can kindly fuck off and leave."

"I'm sure that's exactly what you want to do to our gorgeous Lily over there," Sirius said wickedly.

"Get out."

"Always a ray of sunshine, Prongs." Sirius got up and placed his teacup in the sink. "Well I'm off. I'll see you two this evening for the meeting. Try to stop shagging long enough to actually show up, yeah?" He ducked as James chucked a teaspoon at his head and slipped out the door, locking it behind him.

"Git," James muttered under his breath as he scoured the living room for Lily's clothes. It took him a few minutes before he eventually found them all (next time James needed to remind himself to not stuff her knickers under the couch cushions) and went back to the bedroom.

Lily had shrugged on his shirt and was currently bent down on all fours searching underneath the bed for something or the other. He leant against the doorframe and observed her. "Loving the view from here," he drawled, crossing his arms over his chest. She jumped and slid out, blushing slightly. He hitched an eyebrow. "You know, if you don't want me to shag you, you shouldn't wear my clothes," he told her, slowly walking over. He tossed her clothes on to the bed before running his hands down the length of her arms.

"James," Lily muttered in protest as he slipped a hand under the hem of the shirt. "Sirius is-"

"Not here," he murmured against her skin, slowly unbuttoning the shirt. "Just you and me."

She allowed him to undo the entire thing and pull it off her shoulders. "Where are my clothes?" she asked when he leant down to kiss her.

"You dress is over there, and your knickers," he told her. "Although I don't think you'll be able to wear the knickers anymore."

Lily exhaled loudly. "What did I tell you about destroying all my knickers?" she huffed, crossing her arms. "At this rate I'm going to run out of undergarments and then I'll have to strut around with my bits exposed."

"All part of my master plan," he grinned as he kissed her jaw. "It'll make shagging you loads easier anyway. Knickers just get in the way, you know."

She pushed his face away with a laugh. "You're such a prat," she informed him as though this was new news.

"I am," he agreed. "And I fully intend on making good of that round four promise." He hauled her against him, snogging her thoroughly before pulling back, only to yank off his shirt. James grinned wolfishly at her. It went unnoticed by Lily of course, as she was too busy studying his chest, tracing it with her finger.

When she glanced back at him her eyes were darkened. Lily bit her lip slightly. "You think you can handle that, Potter?" she challenged, placing her hands on her hips. His eyes dragged over her bare form, barely paying attention to her words. What he said before was right; she did play dirty. "We have a meeting in less than five hours."

"Enough time to fit in round four and round five," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist, letting his hand drift lower and lower. "We haven't even made it to the bathroom yet."

"Making up for lost time, are you?"

He hummed against her skin, nipping and sucking here and there. "I was gone for an entire month," he said. "No Lily for an entire month. That's almost as painful as a Cruciatus curse."

"Oh shove your lines," she said, pushing his shoulder. She glanced up at him, a playful glint in her eyes. "Use that mouth for something more productive, yeah?"

James followed her advice and soon enough the bathroom door shut behind them.

Needless to say that they were late for Order meeting as James fit in rounds four and five and then some. They adamantly ignored Sirius' pointed smirk at them the whole night and held hands for the duration of the meeting with James rubbing distracting circles against her skin the entire time, a silent promise to fulfil rounds six and seven when they get back to the flat.

~Fin~

I want to thank everyone who took the time to read my fic, especially those of you who reviewed or favourited/ alerted. You're all amazing and I couldn't have done it without you.

Lots of love,
Nai xoxo

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