Moldy Cheese or Otherwise
Title: Moldy Cheese or Otherwise
Summary: Lily and James have a moment.
Character/Pairings: Lily/James
Genre: Humor/fluff
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 339
Author's Note: This is an interlude, a sneak peek if you will, into a much larger fic I'm writing. Good reviews might help me to keep writing it! :)
She awoke early that morning, not more than minutes past three, to sounds in the kitchen. Lily gripped the bedclothes tighter to her chest, her heart hammering out a sharp staccato beat beneath James' old Quidditch t-shirt. She swallowed thickly and grabbed her wand.
Then she heard the refrigerator door close and realized that it was James. The adrenaline flowing through her veins made it impossible to stand up with out wobbling, so she curled back into a ball and waited for him to join her. A few minutes later, she could hear him shucking his clothing, letting the garments fall to the floor in a heap. A weight settled on the bed and his warm body curled behind hers. James radiated heat. She could tell that he thought she was sleeping, but that did nothing to stop his wayward hand from reaching up her t-shirt. James pressed that hand to her stomach, just below her breasts. He sighed into her ear, nuzzling her neck. It was a game he played; he did not want to wake her in theory, but in actuality, he did and he would.
"I ate everything in the refrigerator, even the strange French cheese you bought," James whispered huskily into her ear, dropping his hand to her hip.
She shifted backwards against him, her mind already feeling a bit fuzzy from his nearness. She licked her suddenly dry lips. "I didn't buy French cheese," she murmured, somewhat concerned.
James put his hand high on her ribcage. His fingers rested lightly on the side of her breast, drawing patterns on the tender skin. "The blue stuff? I assumed it was French," he mumbled against her neck, nipping lightly.
A quick gasp escaped her lips. "James, you ate mold," she hissed, tilting her neck backwards to give him more access.
"Well," he said solemnly, moving his hand to cup her breast entirely, "wouldn't be the first time, now would it."
Snickering, she ground her hips into his until he couldn't speak of moldy cheese or otherwise.
Originally posted to hh_sugarquill
Summary: Lily and James have a moment.
Character/Pairings: Lily/James
Genre: Humor/fluff
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 339
Author's Note: This is an interlude, a sneak peek if you will, into a much larger fic I'm writing. Good reviews might help me to keep writing it! :)
She awoke early that morning, not more than minutes past three, to sounds in the kitchen. Lily gripped the bedclothes tighter to her chest, her heart hammering out a sharp staccato beat beneath James' old Quidditch t-shirt. She swallowed thickly and grabbed her wand.
Then she heard the refrigerator door close and realized that it was James. The adrenaline flowing through her veins made it impossible to stand up with out wobbling, so she curled back into a ball and waited for him to join her. A few minutes later, she could hear him shucking his clothing, letting the garments fall to the floor in a heap. A weight settled on the bed and his warm body curled behind hers. James radiated heat. She could tell that he thought she was sleeping, but that did nothing to stop his wayward hand from reaching up her t-shirt. James pressed that hand to her stomach, just below her breasts. He sighed into her ear, nuzzling her neck. It was a game he played; he did not want to wake her in theory, but in actuality, he did and he would.
"I ate everything in the refrigerator, even the strange French cheese you bought," James whispered huskily into her ear, dropping his hand to her hip.
She shifted backwards against him, her mind already feeling a bit fuzzy from his nearness. She licked her suddenly dry lips. "I didn't buy French cheese," she murmured, somewhat concerned.
James put his hand high on her ribcage. His fingers rested lightly on the side of her breast, drawing patterns on the tender skin. "The blue stuff? I assumed it was French," he mumbled against her neck, nipping lightly.
A quick gasp escaped her lips. "James, you ate mold," she hissed, tilting her neck backwards to give him more access.
"Well," he said solemnly, moving his hand to cup her breast entirely, "wouldn't be the first time, now would it."
Snickering, she ground her hips into his until he couldn't speak of moldy cheese or otherwise.
Originally posted to hh_sugarquill