“Whatcha doin’ Whiskey,” he said, warning and delight shifting through his tone all at once.
And then Lily only smiled and bent to kiss him without another word. It was not long, not really, but it was pointed. Lily delivered the kiss with purpose, a flair of her tongue, and absolutely no respect for James’s roommates and their supposed delicate constitutions.
Sirius retched loudly from the end of the bed. “Disgusting!”
Without breaking the kiss, Lily lifted one hand behind her and flicked two fingers at him. James burst out laughing against her mouth, ruining the whole thing spectacularly.
Lily pulled back just enough to glare at James. “You were meant to keep snogging me until he got grossed out enough to leave.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, still laughing. “You should’ve seen the look on his face.”
“Why would I want to look at his face,” Lily teased, dipping her chin toward James with a wicked little smile, “when yours is so cute?”
Then, because apparently she had no sense of self-preservation whatsoever, she wiggled her hips.
James’s hands flew to her waist at once. “Evans,” he said, voice strained in a way that made Sirius gag loudly and kick at them both, “you are going to get us both kicked out of the room.”
Lily only looked more pleased with herself. She was perched on top of him like she had every right in the world to be there, knees bracketing his hips, hair falling loose around her shoulders, cheeks pink from mischief. The morning light made her look soft and gold-edged and entirely too lovely for the situation, which was, in James’s opinion, grossly unfair.
Especially given that his mates were still in the room.
“Right,” James barked, tightening his grip on Lily’s waist to keep her still. “All of you. Get the fuck out.”
“Me too?” Lily asked innocently.
“Not you,” he demanded, squeezing her hips. “Definintly not you.”
Sirius, who had been sitting on the bed with one hand clamped over his eyes as if he were witnessing an unforgivable curse, lowered his fingers just enough to glare. “This is our dormitory, emphasis on ours. If anyone’s leaving, it’s you two.”
“I need to have a chat with my girlfriend.”
“You mean you need to swap tongues with your girlfriend.” Sirius deduced, “You can do that later, far away from the rest of us.”
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