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She wakes in Sirius' bed.
Her clothes still on.
Minus a thong.
The sun is streaming in through the window.
She's nestled in a thick, velvety soft blanket.
And the smell of toast encapsulates the apartment.
Apart from her, the bed is empty.
Lily blinks against the light.
Her head blurry. Her muscles loose. Relaxed. Spent in an entirely different way
She feels like she's just run a marathon.
But she didn't.
Not to say that last night wasn't a marathon though.
Just of a different kind.
The memories. Faint, fuzzy, and fundamentally life-altering, swarm back to her.
And Lily feels her nipples harden just thinking about it.
"Morning love." Sirius' voice calls from the doorway. And a ripple of pleasure runs across her skin just hearing his voice.
God. What the fuck did he do to her? Is this some fucking Pavlovian shit?
Sirius smiles. As if he knows exactly what she's thinking.
"I made breakfast." He says, stepping into the room. He scoops her thong off the ground. His hands. With those fucking fingers. Move towards her.
Slowly massaging her bare feet, she hopes he doesn't notice her chipped pedicure, he slips the thong over her feet, slowly sliding it back up her legs.
And Lily feels her skin catch fucking fire.
It is some kind of Pavlov response. It has to be.
Oh god.
His fingers cup her ass, carefully adjusting the lace under her skirt, working his way to the front, ever so gently brushing her—
"Oh fuck."
Her back arches.
Her legs shake.
Her stomach clenches.
It feels like hours.
But is only seconds.
She collapses into a puddle and Sirius laughs. Kissing her gently.
"Whenever you're ready love. Take your time."
He slips out of the room like he slipped his fingers out of her vagina.
And Lily lays there.
Chest heaving.
Suddenly wide awake.
It takes her a second, or rather, a good number of minutes, lying there in Sirius' bedroom trying to reconcile what she's done, what they've done, and what he's done to her, before the smell of toast can rouse her.
She never fully reconciles with any of it.
Toast, scrambled eggs, and granola sit neatly laid out on the kitchen island. A steaming mug of tea next to them.
"Green tea, my favorite," Lily remarks. Honestly, she's quite impressed with Sirius' cooking skills. James didn't seem to be able to even boil water.
"James keeps it around," Sirius says, smiling warmly at her. As if he hadn't spent over half the night ravaging her. "Just in case."
Lily doesn't know what to say to that.
Suddenly, in the harsh light of day, it's hitting her that she just fucked James' best friend. His roommate. His…
Honestly, she's not entirely sure what the relationship is between Sirius and James. They blur a lot of lines together. A lot.
But either way, fucking the guy you're in love with's best friend can't be good.
Lily stops, a forkful of eggs halfway to her mouth.
In love with?
She looks at Sirius, busy playing with the state-of-the-art espresso machine that sits on the kitchen counter.
He's wearing…what looks to be a cashmere sweatsuit? All black. Of course.
Him. She fucked him. When she's in love with James.
Oh god.
Lily sets down her fork. She's got to get out of here. This is insane.
"Sirius, I think I'm going to go…"
Sirius turns, a heartbroken look crossing his face.
"'Oh no, at least have your tea," He looks so sad Lily falters, "it's your favorite."
It is her favorite.
An expensive blend of green tea leaves and matcha imported from Japan. Lily can't afford it. But James can.
"Okay, fine."
Sirius beams.
The machine behind him whirls and his espresso shot pours into a mug. He adds a splash of hot water to make an americano and whisks away her plate of untouched food.
"Come darling." He steers her and her tea into the living room, settling her in the imitation Eames chair she loves so much while he sits cross-legged on the floor in front of her.
He must know how much she loves this chair.
She takes a sip of her tea. It's the perfect temperature. And is just starting to relax again in Sirius' presence when she hears the telltale sound of a key in the lock.
"Sirius—" Her head whips around.
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
She looks to the apartment door. Directly in her line of sight. Right in front of her.
Oh god.
The apartment door swings open.
And James walks in.
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