#jilytober

Written for @jilytoberfest prompt 8: watching tv together and #jilykinktober prompt 22: anywhere but a bed

it’s a wonderful life, indeed

Rated E

Summary: “Were you enjoying the movie?” she murmurs, lips slowly trailing kisses along his jaw and neck, hand cupping the growing bulge in his trousers. “No,” James rasps as Lily’s fingers deftly pop open the button of his slacks. “Me neither,” Lily agrees, hand slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. “Your parents are upstairs,” he cautions half-heartedly.  “We’d better be quiet then,” Lily whispers, lips grazing his ear. Or: James visits Cokeworth for the Christmas holidays.

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This fic was inspired by the @blvnk-art piece below!

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(one of my jilytober contributions)

James was already at the table when Lily walked in, sleeves rolled up, hair only half a disaster, and—sweet Merlin—was that a clipboard?

She stopped mid-step.

No. Nope. Not allowed.

James looked up. “You’re late, Evans.”

Lily blinked. “You’re early.”

He grinned. “Some of us take our duties seriously.”

She narrowed her eyes, suspicious. “Is that… a patrol schedule?”

“Mm-hm.” He turned it around to show her. “I used different inks to differentiate shift types. See? Night patrols in navy, day in black, shared rounds in—”

“Are those… tabs?”

James looked absurdly pleased with himself. “Reusable. Charmed them to stick and unstick without leaving a residue. Been experimenting.”

Lily stared at the clipboard. Then at him. Then back at the clipboard.

This was ridiculous. This was—

Hot.

No. Not the clipboard. Obviously not the clipboard.

But the man holding the clipboard. With his sleeves rolled, and his forearms, and his whole stupid competent energy. She’d survived seven years of James Potter being a menace, and now—now—he decided to turn into this irritatingly attractive hybrid of authority and charm?

Unacceptable.

“You good, Evans?” James tilted his head. “You’re making a weird face.”

“I’m just… processing,” she said, sitting down and trying not to combust. “You. Doing this. Like… this.”

“Organized?” he offered.

“Unreasonably.” She frowned. “I was counting on you being useless so I could boss you around.”

James smirked. “Sorry to ruin your fantasies.”

Lily choked. “What fantasies?”

His smirk deepened. “The ones where you boss me around. It’s okay. You’re not the first.”

She gave him a long, withering stare, mostly to distract herself from how warm her face felt.

“Anyway,” he said, flipping the clipboard back around, “I’ve scheduled us for Tuesday night patrols together. Less Prefect traffic. More time to argue about who’s right.”

“I’m always right,” she muttered.

“See? You’re already planning the flirting.”

Lily pinched the bridge of her nose. “You are so—”

But her brain didn’t supply an insult. Only adjectives she was not going to use.

“Hot? Irresistible?” James offered helpfully.

She stood up so fast her chair scraped the floor. “I’m going to bed.”

“But we haven’t even discussed Peeves containment protocol!”

“Good night, Potter.”

She made it halfway up the stairs before he called, “You’re so flirting!”

Lily didn’t turn around.

Lily is laughing.

The sound is not new to James; when they were just friends, he'd make a fool of himself to earn that laugh, and now that they've started dating, the sound greets him guiltlessly. He loves when Lily laughs because of the way her eyes shine and her cheeks colour.

But she is not laughing because of him at the moment.

It’s not that he demands exclusivity; if she is happy, that’s all that matters, but... but the source of her happiness is wagging his tail as he runs back to her, proudly holding the tennis ball that Lily had thrown a good distance.

And Lily, who knows exactly the secrets of this black dog, just kneels when Padfoot reaches her.

"Who is a good boy?" She coes, rubbing his ears. The dog barks loud and Lily laughs, delighted. "Who is the best boy?"

She holds the dog's face; James sees her fingers threading through the dark fur, not very unlike how she run her hand through his hair last night as he went down on her--

Only he didn’t get called a good boy.

And all Sirius got her was a stupid tennis ball.

He scowls. The dog looks at him for a moment, with far more intelligence than any mongrel should have, and then lies on the ground, belly up, whining; suggestive. Maybe James should pout more, because this strategy clear works for the dog: Lily kneels, rubbing the dog's belly; Padfoot is drooling.

"Who is a good boy?" A bark. People around them are chuckling. "You are, yes, you are a good boy!"

The dog licks her face; James buries his nails on the palm of his hands to keep from hexing the dog.

"Oh, you are not a good boy now!" But Lily's voice is playful.

James decides he's had enough. "He just needs to be neutered," he notes dryly. The dog growls at him. "Go play fetch," he says, and throws the tennis ball far away. When the dog just stares at him, James adds challengingly, "A real good boy would catch it."

As he expected, Padfoot rises at this, and very dignifiedly, runs through the grounds. A few people stop to watch the dog.

"Stags are more impressive," he mumbles. If only he could transform now, everyone would see it...

Lily wraps her arm on his. "Maybe we could have a dog."

"I am more of a cat person."

"Since when?"

Since seeing you with a dog made me insanely jealous. "Cats aren’t good boys."

"Oh." She turns to him now, with a smirk sprouting on her pink lips, and James almost wishes she couldn’t see through him so easily. "No one ever accused James Potter of being a good boy."

Her finger traces his arm, leaving goosebumps on its path.

"There’s always a first time for everything," he whispers, taking a step closer.

Lily's hand now circle James' neck befire she holds it softly. "A good boy would wear a collar."

"I would look dashing with a collar."

"A good boy would obey every order."

"Hmmm. I could be a good boy."

"You never saw an order you didn’t want to break, James."

"Maybe I just need some positive reinforcement, Lily."

"Hmmm," she sighs back. "I could offer enough praise. Add some treats." She throws a quick glance around. "Do you really want that ball back?"

"The dog can keep it."

"Good." She offers her hand. "Let’s go see how much of a good boy you are."