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fenrir-ate-the-cat-jily · 2 months ago

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“Just” Partners

Day 2 of Jily Week 2024 (hosts: @sunshinemarauder & @kay-elle-cee) with the prompt: partners

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“Ugh, it’s you again,” Lily Evans said, rolling her eyes.

“Come off it—I know you fancy me,” James grinned as he dropped into the seat next to her.

Lily immediately buried her face in her hands as soon as he openly checked her out with his trademark sly wink.

“Anyone but you.”

At least that what James thought he heard slip from her mouth. It only made him grin harder. He saw that she’d covered her hickey’s up with make up. Clever witch. She’d have more before the night was up though, especially since they were going to walk back to the common room alone after detention.

James and Lily loved to be alone, together.

“I thought Remus was with me tonight.” She spoke loudly enough that time that he could decipher it.

“I asked him to take it.” James let his right hand cup her knee. “I didn’t get to finish our conversation earlier.”

“What conversation?” She half laughed, half cried into her hands. “There were no coherent words being formed!”

“Keep it professional, Evans. We have an hour of detention to get through,” James said. “I don’t want to remember how much moaning you were doing.

A muffled sigh escaped from behind her fingers as Lily stiffened, feeling James’ fingers casually slide up her thigh. Her school skirt bunched around his knuckles. She peered at him with one green eye through the gaps in her red-painted nails.

“Shouldn’t you keep it professional?” she argued. “Someone could walk in right now.”

James raised both his hands innocently. “They know we’re head boy and girl, Evans. They won’t question us being together for detention observation.”

Lily stayed rigid, pretending to study the detention list. “They might if they notice the head boy’s hands sneaking up my skirt.”

“My hands are not up your skirt,” James protested, waving his free hands in the air.

She shot him a look that was a mix of irritation and defiance. “They were,” she reminded him.

He wiggled two fingers in a ‘come here’ motion between their bodies. “I didn’t hear you complaining a few hours ago. Quite the opposite in fact.”

Lily put a hand in his face, stopping his mouth from latching into hers. “No.”

“Come on, Lil.” He said against her palm but she didn’t move it, so he licked from her wrist up to her fingers.

She cried out from surprise and he grinned wickedly as she wiped her hand on her skirt while glaring at him. “Keep your mouth and hands to yourself, James Potter.”

And she meant it.

James raised a brow, wondering what had gotten under her skin. Just a few hours ago she’d been the one shoving his hand under her skirt for the first time. Merlin, he’d almost died there and then. She’d been the one encouraging his overzealous mouth with her cute little moans and perfect little smiles.

“What’s up with you?” He asked, losing his nerve and snapping like a child.

She retorted back sharply, “Maybe if you’d had the decency to stick around after a good snog, I wouldn’t be so mad.”

“I had Quidditch,” he countered. “What was I supposed to do? Be late? They’d ask why, I’ve never ever been late. Not once in the last five years.”

“So,” she stuck her tongue out at him, “I was having a good time and you just—left me.”

Lily looked dejected and James felt a bit embarrassed. Only a bit.

“Did you want me to walk up thirty minutes late to quidditch and have to explain why I was late?” James countered, “because last I checked we were still snogging in secret. I’m late, and everyone will know something is going on. Wondering leads to questions. Questions lead to answers. Are you ready for me to answer those questions?”

“No,” she replied uneasily, “Yes? I don’t know.” Her head was back in her hands.

“What are we, Evans?” James demanded.

“We’re platonic,” she answered firmly. “We’re partners.”

“Partners who snog a lot,” James said, propping his feet up on the desk. “So I don’t think we can call this platonic anymore.”

“What would you call it?” Lily asked as the first person entered the room.

“A situational partnership.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Not as stupidly delusional as trying to call us friends.”

They both stopped talking as the boy got closer to their table positioned near the teachers podium in the room. James flipped the clipboard to the young blonde boy, who nervously signed in under the watchful eyes of the head students. If the kid noticed any tension between them, he wisely said nothing.

Lily cleared her throat before speaking to the student. “Professor Binns asked us to have you sort through the old school newspapers to find articles on the school choir history. I’ve set them up on the back table.”

The boy nodded glumly. “Yes, ma’am.”

James waited for Albert Hitchkens to get settled at his station before turning to the red-haired girl beside him. “So, what would you call us?”

Her cheeks flushed, and she avoided eye contact with James, focusing instead on Albert. “Friends.”

“Do you often let your friends finger you in the hallways then?” James asked casually, knowing his words would hit her just right.

He was rewarded when Lily’s head snapped around, her green eyes wide with surprise from his vulgarity as she whisper-yelled, “James!”

He shrugged, grinning. “Just making sure we’re on the same page.”

“I’m gonna—” Her threat was interrupted by another student entering the room.

Time passed.

The final four students for detention arrived and signed in. Lily set an hourglass for each to ensure they served their full hour. It was a relatively easy night; the detainees were mostly homework cheaters and fanged frisbee throwers.

James relaxed, leaning back in his chair while using his wand to create colorful smoke patterns in the air. Beside him, Lily watched, her stern expression softening as the colors soothed her. James grinned sideways at her before drawing an image not appropriate for detention.

She smacked him on the back of his head, making him shake out his hair. “You know I make you laugh,” he teased, enjoying the reaction he got from her.

“Careful,” she warned with a hint of humor in her eyes, “or I’ll give you detention.”

James leaned in, whispering, “I bet I could talk my way out of it.”

Lily wrinkled her nose in a playful manner. “How?”

“I have this totally platonic thing with a head girl…” He didn’t finish his sentence before she smacked him again, this time with a full smile.

“Fine, you absolute bastard,” she sighed, “I guess we’re partners, or whatever.”

“Partners,” James said, crossing his arms and giving her a challenging look. “Really? That’s all you’re going to give me?”

“Are you going to be late to quidditch every once in a while?” She mouthed back.

He opened and closed his mouth several times before forcing out a pathetic, “fine.”

“You mean it?” She didn’t trust him. Probably for the best.”

James took her hand under the table, squeezing it. “I mean it, if you promise to stop saying we’re just partners. Or just friends. That shit has been killing me, Lily.”

“What did you want me to say, James?”

“That I’m your boyfriend!”

He said it louder than intended, causing the room to fall silent. Lily tucked her hair behind her ear, struggling to keep her composure. The others went back to work, but James noticed the paper rustling was kept to a minimum.

“Fine,” she said in a soft whisper, “you’re my boyfriend.”

Score!

James leaned back in his seat with a satisfied grin. “See how easy that was, Evans? I knew you fancied me.”

He might’ve deserved that next smack across the back of his head.

#jily recs #fenrir recs #fenrir ate a cat and reads the real jily

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fenrir-ate-the-cat-jily · 2 months ago

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United Front

Lily and James have the best intentions when showing up to Petunia's engagement party.

Written for Day 2 of Jily Week (hosted by @sunshinemarauder and @kay-elle-cee) , Prompt: Partners in Crime

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“She’s going to be cruel.”

“Brilliant, I love women who are dastardly.”

“No, I mean she’s going to find the thing deep inside you that you hold most dear, taunt it to oblivion– then crush it.”

“Very poetic of you Evans.”

“James, I need you to be serious. I need us to be a united front.”

They walked down the main street of Cokeworth. On a normal day where she wasn’t dreading her near future, Lily would have relished the idea of taking James on a little tour of her town. The fall leaves were littering the walkways and little shops had placed out intricate decorations ushering in the fall weather.

Lily stopped abruptly and James followed suit. Paces ahead of them was a heavily flowered awning with large pink and yellow bows plastered all over it. Cresting the door to the building was a large sign that read in flowing script: Congratulations soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Dursley.

“Don’t weddings usually happen in a church for muggles?” James fingered one of the balloons, making it bop back and forth.

“It’s not a wedding. It's the engagement party—now let me see you.”

Lily gave him the once over. His button down was undone just enough to see where his clavicle connected to his chest and his slacks were well fitted on his bum.

“Damn—you’re too fit,” she breathed out. James beamed and gave her a soft kiss.

“Thanks–”

“No, I mean really, you're too fit. She’s going to be so cross.” James’ brow crinkled.

“Er, I’m not following.” Before Lily could explain, the door to the house burst open. Petunia was in a light yellow and peach party dress that looked like it was straight out of a 1950’s refrigerator ad.

“What? You just going to hold court there all day?” Petunia clasped the door tightly with one hand.

“Hello to you too Tuney.” Lily tried to remain composed. “Congratulations on your engagement! We brought you some flowers.”

Petunia took one look at the bouquet in Lily’s arms. “You really shouldn’t have.”

She took them and walked around the porch, setting them in the back corner where they were hardly visible.

“There,” Petunia said with a nod. “Now they won’t clash with the decoration.”

James side-eyed Lily whose friendly facade was crumbling fast. The smile on her face quivered with rage.

“Who is this, why is he here?” Petunia didn’t even look James in the eye, rather giving him a once over before turning a hot shade of pink that clashed with her dress.

“This is my boyfriend—you said I could bring him.”

“Where’s the other boy?” James head whipped over to Lily who looked just as confused as he felt.

“What other boy?” Lily spat back, flustered.

“You know the one who always looks sickly.”

“Oh, Remus? He’s not my boyfriend Tuney—you knew that. James is.”

James decided he had enough of being talked about without any interjection.

“Nice to meet you…and congradu—”

Petunia gave him another once over, but this time with a more discerning eye. Her pale ears turned red.

“I mean honestly, Lily. I can’t believe you would do this to me, you always need to be better—well come on.”

She turned her body to the side leaving an opening to enter the house. Lily grabbed hold of James’ arm and tugged him past and down a hall that was draped with various silk bows.

“Uhm—I know I’m not keen on the muggle ways of conversation but—what was that?”

Lily trudged forward still holding his forearm tightly in her hand.

“She thinks you're fit. I told you she’d be angry—don’t worry about it.”

They reached the sitting room where a backdoor was open and a cacophony of people wafted into the house. Lily stopped walking and turned to James. She put both hands on either side of him and he instinctively lowered his forehead to rest upon hers.

“We’re a team. A united front. We will survive this.” Lily chanted to herself with her eyes closed.

James gave her a little squeeze and pulled her into his chest.

“Don’t worry. We’ll have some drinks, talk about muggle stuff that I’ll pretend to understand, and then I can take you back to school, get you out of this gorgeous dress, and then we can shag all the stress of the evening away.”

Lily snorted and James made a soft smile. “You’re a git.”

“Love you too.” He gave her a kiss on the nose and they locked hands to enter the back garden.

Outside a large table had been adorned with enough frill to supply the entirety of England. A table of drinks had been set up and Vernon stood with a few men Lily didn’t know drinking beers around it. On the other corner of the garden, a bunch of women stood tightly in a circle only to break apart to eye another party guest with disdain.

“So—a drink?” James offered. Regardless of being the most out of place in the whole event, James carried himself as though the party was meant for him. It was a trait that in other moments might have annoyed her, but she was thankful to have some relief from the suffocating feeling of anxiety.

James pulled Lily over to the drink table and Vernon turned with heavy effort to intercept them.

“Lily–” Vernon didn’t smile. His eyes were wide to the point where they actually seemed to fit his head for once. He looked at James with the same expression and James’ face eluded pure joy. If there was one thing James Potter could sense, it was someone he could take the piss out of.

“James Potter.” He offered his hand which Vernon eyed with utter disdain. James lowered his hand back to his side, unfazed by the rejection. If anything he smiled wider.

“This is my sister's fiancee, Vernon,” Lily gave James hand a squeeze. She knew his mischievous grin from anywhere.

James ignored her signal. “Absolutely charmed.”

Vernon coughed at the mention of charm and Lily shot James a warning glance.

“Er—I was actually hoping to see you two before Petunia came back out—could we?” Vernon gestured over to a secluded spot in the lawn far away from any of the other guests. Lily and James followed him as Vernon made a little bit too much of a show of not wanting anyone to notice.

Before they could say anything Vernon’s wide eyes soured into a deep anger. He directed his words at Lily.

“I am well aware that we were obligated to invite you on the account of you being family, but I am just going to say this once: if you plan to have any sort of performances this evening that could spoil the night, I suggest you save it for whatever circus you came from. I’ll not be having your kind come and mess up my lovely evening.”

Lily’s cheeks flushed and her eyes became glassy. She had expected them to be rude, sure, but not downright hostile to her—and even in front of someone they had no reason to question.

James’ grin had disappeared and now his jaw was locked. “Excuse me–first off you can stop pointing at my girlfriend like that,” Lily had not noticed that Vernon had clutched a finger outwards between them during his little speech, “second, what exactly are you implying?” Lily grabbed hold of James’ forearm, but he shrugged it away.

“James–it's fine, let me handle it.” Lily tried to sound stern, despite feeling shaken from being threatened by her own future brother in law.

“Well Vernon,” Lily’s eyes were slits, “I wasn��t planning on any performances as you call it, but seeing as you are being such a bloody arsehole—”

James hid his laugh with a cough. Vernon’s eyebrows shot up his face, his cheeks reddened to the point of purple. Petunia, who had caught sight of their gathering from the window, came rushing out towards them, looking panicked.

“Vernon darling, what has happened?” She whipped her head towards Lily. “What did you do already?”

“Well, your bloody freak sister and her punk boyfriend just insulted me—at my own party!” Petunia rubbed Vernon’s arm while darting her head to either side of the garden, hoping that no other party goers were listening in.

“We didn’t say anything that wasn’t already provoked, you know for invited guests and family you haven’t exactly made us feel welcome,” James shot back.

Petunia whispered some words into Vernon’s ear and he mumbled in response back. He shot James a dirty look before thundering back over to the drinks table where the men surrounded him once more.

Petunia watched as he left and faked a sickly looking smile at the guests who glanced their way. She spun back towards Lily.

“You need to leave. I knew this would be a mistake.”

Lily’s face flushed. The battle between anger and sadness culminated into rosy blotches on her cheeks.

“Fine. We were just going anyway. This party is a drag. Come on James.”

Lily stormed back to the door and entered the house ahead of him. James opened his mouth to say something to Petunia, but she had already departed their corner and was chattering amongst the group of women, acting as though she hadn’t just banished her own sister from her party.

James found Lily sitting on the front stoop of the house, sniffling and rubbing her eyes.

He sat down next to her, procuring two cans of gin and tonic from his pocket. “Nicked these as a souvenir.”

Lily let out a meek laugh and took one from his hand. He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her, softly stroking her hair.

“Sorry if I wasn’t a good teammate today,” he pushed his lips into her hair.

“Nah, you were the best. Sorry my family is such shit—at least now you have witnessed it.”

“Yea, honestly—fuck ‘em.” Lily let out a real laugh this time and James leaned down to kiss it.

“But, to be fair,” he continued, “ it's not everyday we get to take an excursion out of school and I get to see you in a bloody fantastic dress so, despite the tiny upset I’d say this was a success.”

Lily leaned her head on his shoulder and took a breath. The sun was setting and the cool air was setting in.

“What was it you promised me when we got back? To shag all my stress away?” The second it left Lily’s mouth, James’ body perked up.

“I mean, it was an awfully stressful night.”

“Yeah, awfully—we should definitely, definitely do something about that.”

James grabbed Lily’s hand and pulled her up. She laughed at his enthusiasm as he practically ran them past the gate and back onto the mainstreet where Sirius’ motorbike lay waiting for them. The night born anew.

#jily fic #jily recs

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fenrir-ate-the-cat-jily · 2 months ago

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James Potter and Lily Evans, aka the hottest head girl and boy Hogwarts had ever seen.

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fenrir-ate-the-cat-jily · 2 months ago

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Andddd we're back!!

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fenrir-ate-the-cat-jily · 2 months ago

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UPDATED WITH BUTTERFLY 🦋 FIC added- just FYI me figuring there must just not have been a challenge that month…since I couldn’t find your fic, is a compliment of sorts in itself :)

Dear Ray, Sweet Charms,

As I was looking up this month's sign ups, I noticed something... Your name was not there, perhaps you forgot, perhaps you are a little busy which is absolutely fine! BUT I thought I'd take a look at your Jilychallenge history...

Since September 2022 (two years ago, people) you have signed up for every challenge and have posted within the set dead-lines for every one!

For special events you've even written more than one fic (December Jily Calender 2022) and all your stories have been absolutely lovely!

Let's put them all down here, people check out these fics, their stunning banners and leave your love for a wonderful person who has given us so much !

Back to School - September 2022

Jilytober- no jilychallenge

Nostalgic Tropes November 2022

December Calendar 2022 - Eat Snow

December Calendar 2022 - You Need to Branch Out

December Calendar 2022 - Resting Grinch Face

January 23 - One and One Is Two

Valentine Fic Exchange - no Jilychallenge

February 23 - Feelings keep running the Red

March 23 - Ties That Bind ( Soulmates)

April 23 - Meet Me At The River

May 23 - Mother's Day May

June 23 - Ice Breaker (collab with @jamesunderwater)

July 23 - Midnight Dip

August 23 - A Reason To Fight

September 23 - Sugar Quills

Jilytober - no Jilychallenge

November 23 - The x-Change Principle

December 23 - Mistletoe Adventures

Jan 24 - Fight Or Flight Response

February 24 - Grey Carpet Area

March 24 - The Stag Prince Across the Sea

April 24 - Knight in Shining Armour

May 24- Hockey and Headaches

June 24 - To Take Up An Oar

July 24 - The Co-habitation Agreement

August 24 - ...

... We can safely say you hold the record of consecutive jilychallenges, this post is therefore dedicated to you!

Thank you @charmsandtealeaves for all your jily-challenge support

#so much jily #amazing #whoot #jily fic recs

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fenrir-ate-the-cat-jily · 2 months ago

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What's the most erotic line you've ever written? 🔥

Bonus: that you've read 👀

Hi @athenasparrow !🌻

Ooooooo! Juicy! Okay, so you probably just meant one line, so I’ll bolden it, but I’d say this is my passage that will forever haunt me. This is just… it for me 🥵 I dunno why 😅

That confidence? That control? Ughhhhhh, take me now…! 😆

And the moment that sticks with me in someone else’s story is from Ruin by baguette2016:

It’s not super graphic, and yet I can picture the scene, the stakes, the relationship, the position, the smirk, perfectly 🌶️

Tell me yours!

#jily smut #don't get burned babes

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fenrir-ate-the-cat-jily · 2 months ago

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tagged by @mulderscully

tagging @kcchameleon17 @arcanewinter @demdifferentstories-29 @lenawin4

#tag game #lets goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

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fenrir-ate-the-cat-jily · 2 months ago

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The Bartender's Revenge

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For @mppmaraudergirl

Finally, a stand-alone! @jilymicrofics

“Shit!” She curses as she slams into something solid as she rounds the corner.

“Sorry!” Calloused fingers skim the exposed skin above her skirt as warm hands stop her from toppling – unbalanced as she is in heels – to the harsh concrete floor.

He’s alluring in an untamed sort of way; wild curls frame a face with a sharp jawline – the perfect place to let her lips wander – with just a shadow that tells her he didn’t bother with a razor this morning.

“Thanks,” she breathes, missing his hands as soon as he deems her stable enough to stand on her own.

“No problem, I’m here to help with anything you need.” He winks at her before disappearing through a door marked staff only.

Lily doesn’t catch another glimpse of him for the rest of the night. Not that she looks that often. Mary is the designated drink runner of the night – mainly because Marlene can’t be trusted and Lily is tired from work – and it’s all fun until some guy comes over and tries to plant one on her.

“Come on love, it’s just a bit of fun.”

Lily eyes the man in front of her. The flickering neon lights of the bar cast a sallow glow on his face as he grins lecherously at him. He might be considered attractive in a professional photo by the light of day – Lily briefly imagines his blond hair slicked back as he poses for a sleazy shot in a real estate magazine – but in the poorly lit pub, dishevelled from hours of drinking and nothing to hide the unnerving look in his eyes he’s really not. She keeps her hand firmly on his chest – straining against his weight as he tries to lean in – as she regards him cooly.

“I don’t care if it’s a dare. The answer is no.” It’s firm and even despite her own downed margaritas. All she really wants is for him to leave – back to the table where three other men are eyeing them, or even better out of the bar completely – so she can finish her girl's night in peace.

His lips curl, and his smile turns even more unpleasant, but whatever he’s about to say gets cut off by the sudden splash of a margarita on his face. “Oi! You deaf?” Marlene shouts – a bit louder than necessary – over the music. “Fuck off or my glass is the next thing that’s going to hit your face.”

He looks just the type to be dumb enough to take Marlene up on her offer (even when her glass is poised to pitch in his face), but whether he’s suddenly chicken or notices how quiet the crowd around them has gone, he gives them one parting sneer (not very effective with droplets of Marlene’s drink running down his cheek), before turning and marching back through the crowd.

It’s not long before Lily’s weaving her way through the remaining crowd to pay.

“Lily! You’re going too fast!” Marlene clutches at Mary – the most sober by far – as she stands on one foot to undo the straps of her heels.

“Evening ladies! Have a good night?” The haughty smirk, high cheekbones and smooth posh tone in tandem with the gallery of ink displayed on his skin, the ripped jeans and the rings adorning his fingers all scream an odd I don’t give a fuck elegance. Lily’s eyes stray in search of his messy-haired, hazel-eyed coworker she’d clocked upon entering, but he’s nowhere to be found.

She forces her attention back to the man in front of her. His knowing smirk prickles her, but she’s come down from the high of her night and just wants to get home. “Hello! Can we split the tab for the corner table over there?”

“It’s taken care of.”

“But…” Lily frowns. “Are you sure? None of us have paid…”

“That guy who was bothering you did.”

“I didn’t peg him for the apologetic type,” Marlene jumps in, barefoot with shoes dangling from her fingertips. Lily hopes the floor gets a good clean each night.

“He wasn’t,” the bartender snorted. “More the born an arsehole, die an arsehole type.”

“Yet he wanted to buy our drinks?” Mary asked, her tone incredulous. “Why?”

“Who said anything about him wanting to?” The bartender slides a menu in front of them, tapping at the bottom.

10% surcharge on weekends, 15% on public holidays. Arsehole surcharge applies every day of the week.

“And he agreed to that?” He didn’t seem the type to go quietly.

“Think he was too smashed to notice.” When Lily lets out a disbelieving laugh accompanied by Marlene’s snort he shrugs in a not my problem way, picking up another glass to polish.

“I love your policy!” Marlene declares as she rifles through her purse. “Let me just see if I have cash for the tip….?.”

“Sirius. And don’t worry yourself love,” Sirius waves his polishing cloth carelessly. “We charged them for that too.”

“How much did you charge them exactly?” Marlene asks as her sweeping gaze appraises him.

“James charged them triple.” Sirius nods his head to where the messy-haired man has reappeared, biceps popping as he leans against the doorframe. “He was especially ticked off for some reason.” His voice turns knowing as he winks at Lily.

James flushes as he tugs at his mess of curls. A zap of energy courses through Lily that has nothing to do with the alcohol in her veins. Her eyes stay a moment too long – too short for her, too long for Marlene – on the strip of flesh above the waistband of his jeans and when she blinks back to reality Sirius is still smirking while Marlene has dissolved into giggles as she grabs a napkin from the bar.

“Here you go James ,” Marlene says waving the napkin at him. For one horrible moment, Lily thinks she’s hitting on him, but then she wishes it was that at her friend's next words. “Here’s Lily’s number; my plethora of margaritas can’t keep from missing whatever this is.”

Her stomach summersaults as James takes the proffered napkin before holding it up to her in question. She nods slightly, unable to keep the smile from blooming as she drags Marlene towards the door. “Thanks for the drinks fellas!” Yes, you can call me.

With any luck, she’ll be able to run her hands through his curls soon. Her flush deepens, heat running through her whole body as she imagines his head of curls between –

Her phone buzzes as the door swings shut.

Unknown Number: how about tomorrow?

#jilymicrofics #jily fic rec

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