A little adventure

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Rating: Explicit
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Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter
Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans
Additional Tags: James Potter and Lily Evans Potter live, Alternate Universe - Canon
Divergence, Established Relationship, Married Couple, PWP, Book 6:
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Smut
Language: English
Series: Part 25 of Eyes Glistening (Jily Lives AU)
Stats: Published: 2021-11-03 Words: 2,835 Chapters: 1/1
 A little adventure
by Startanewdream

Summary

“You don’t even have your Cloak or your Map anymore. It would be too risky. We could get
caught.”

Attending Slughorn's Christmas dinner takes James and Lily on an adventure for old time's
sake.

Notes

This is truly a PWP, based on an ask on Tumblr and a prompt by citedwork, and inspired by
@blvnk-art latest comics.

See the end of the work for more notes

It’s not uncommon in their daily lives, and it usually annoys James—there are things he
enjoys being admired for and for his participation in the current war isn’t one of them—, but
for tonight, James will give it a pass. If he were in the crowd, he wouldn’t take his eyes off
Lily anyway.

She is sparkling.

By all criteria, James should be somewhat used to Lily’s beauty. He has admired her nearly
every day in the last eighteen years—even more if he considers all the pining from afar
before they became a couple. There is her morning look, with messy hair, lazy yawns and
eyes that refuse to open before coffee; her working fashion, hair in a rushed twisted bun, face
flushed under the fumes of the potions, eyes narrowed in concentration; her post-shower
look, wet curled hair, wearing a robe while she applies some lotion to her skin; her daily look,
jeans and a shirt that she always wears with the first two buttons opened, pink lipstick to her
lips and her hair down or in a ponytail; her date-night look, when Lily applies makeup to her
face to highlight her eyes, glossy lipstick, high heels and a skirt that always cling very well to
her hips.

And there’s her current look, a midnight blue velvet dress that clings perfectly to her figure,
falling just above her knees and with a slit that reveals her skin up to the middle of her thigh;
she’s wearing makeup, shadows around her eyes that make her eyes pop brightly, her skin
smooth, crimson lips curved up in a smile that draws his attention even with all the
competition; her hair is half-tied in a bun, her dark red curls falling to her bare shoulders and
framing her face. It’s a vision from heaven.

After eighteen years of marriage (and nineteen years together), James knows Lily’s body
better than his. He knows every curve, can draw her from memory, every shade of her skin,
every lost freckle she has. And still, seeing her wearing that slitted dress is driving him crazy.

And Lily knows it—nineteen years later she also knows him all too well. He can see it in the
curve of her smirk, slightly crooked to the side, in the glint of her eyes. She is cocky, exuding
confidence in how attracted he is to her at this moment, and this only enhances how much he
craves for her. It’s a cycle James doesn’t want to interrupt.

“Still mad with me?” she asks, her voice neutral while they dance around the floor of
Slughorn’s office; her fingers play with the hair at the back of his head, almost innocent,
almost as if Lily can’t notice the shivers running down his body.

“Hmm. That’s still not how I wanted to spend this night,” he mumbles honestly, spinning her
around; it makes for a nice dance movement, but it also allows him a respite from all the
shivers she is causing.

“I wouldn’t be wearing this dress if we weren’t at a party,” Lily reminds him, ignoring his
extended hand in favour of returning her hand to his back.
“I would rather you weren’t wearing any dress at all,” James notes fairly.

Lily chuckles. “You say that and still, you can’t take your eyes off me. If we were at home,
it’s likely we would just be sleeping at this time of the night.”

“You hurt me, Lily. I can vouch we’d be in bed, though. In fact, if you wanna leave right now
—”

“Come on, we just arrived; we haven’t even found Harry yet.”

“I don’t think our son will get near the dance floor.”

“And I promised Horace I’d stay until the end. He wants to introduce me to some French
potioneers.”

James sighs dramatically. “And here I thought it was my job to ogle over you tonight.”

“You’ve been doing it magnificently.”

“I’m not the only one,” he mumbles, rather grumpy, taking his eyes off her to glare at a boy
who doesn’t look much older than Harry and that is staring unceremoniously at Lily’s arse.
She laughs.

“Jealous, James?” She slides her hand across his arm, fingers dancing over his jacket. “You
don’t need to be jealous of what’s already yours.”

That draws his attention back to her; Lily’s eyes are the deepest green. “Oh, you are mine,
Mrs Potter?”

“I could be.”

“So we get to go home early after all?”

“James, James.” Her sparkling laugh turns even more eyes towards them and he feels the
smugness of being the only one here that shares secrets with her. “Where’s your adventurous
spirit?”

“Oh, you mean… here? In Hogwarts?”

“For old time’s sake. Here is where we began after all.”

“Yeah, but…” He looks around rather nervously now. The room seems so full of people.
“That was so long ago.”

“Yes, yes, you are right,” Lily agrees, though her expression doesn’t shift. “You don’t even
have your Cloak or your Map anymore. It would be too risky. We could get caught.”

Oh, she got him.

“You are evil, Lily,” he says, not hiding his admiration.

“And you love me the way I am.”

She is right on that.

It takes them fifteen minutes to get across the room, dodging a few people that come to talk
to them and trying to stay out of Slughorn’s sight.

“If we get caught,” he says as they reach the halls. “I’m telling people I’m drunk.”

“Have you drank anything tonight?”

“I’m drunk on you,” he replies at once, the cheesy line falling off his lips and bringing an
exasperated fond smile to Lily’s that, after all, is his favourite smile: the one that proclaims I
can’t believe I love you so much.

He looks around; the doors all look the same, and he wonders which one they should choose,
but Lily ignores them all. She goes for the stairs, straight to the seventh floor, and he is
wondering if maybe she is trying to break into the Gryffindor Common Room when Lily
stops in front of a tapestry he doesn’t remember noticing before.

“Hm, you wanted to see trolls?”

Lily giggles. “No, just wait a moment.” And she releases his hand to walk in front of the
tapestry three times, her eyes closed. When she opens them, there is a door in the place of the
tapestry, though James hadn’t even noticed the change. “Perfect!”

She pulls him towards the door. Inside, it’s a common windowless classroom, one that he is
sure doesn't exist on the seventh floor.

“Where—”

“Shhh,” she asks, pushing him against the door they’ve just closed and placing her mouth
over his.

Hmmm, so she wanted him as much as he wanted her, then?

There isn’t much room for smugness, not with Lily’s perfume driving him mad and with her
tongue playing with his. She is so enticing that he almost misses the moment her hands slide
over his chest, not bothering to open his shirt, in favour of opening his belt, sliding down the
zipper.

And he definitely notices when her fingers trace over his underwear, though it’s still a little
bit early.
“A few more minutes?” he asks against her lips.

Lily breaks apart. “I want to feel you,” she whispers, winking wickedly at him, and then she
kneels in front of him, still perfectly embellished for that Christmas party, and without any
warning, her mouth is around him.

Not that it would matter if she’d warned him because all thoughts are extinguished from his
mind—maybe he should cast a Silence Charm in this very thin door, but this doesn’t feel
important anymore. There is only Lily and the warmth of her mouth and the swirls of her
tongue as she summons all the blood from his body to concentrate on the spot she licks and
kisses and—

“Merlin, Lily,” he breathes, lowering his hands to hold her head, a caress too gentle that
doesn’t match the movements of her head at all.

She makes a sound that could be a greeting or a laugh—whatever it is, the reverberation of
her throat just makes it better; he fights back a moan, feeling like a teenager again, back to
eighteen, to the first time Lily kissed him like that. He hopes to fare better this time.

She is not making it easier though. Her hands join her mouth, one hand helping to stroke him
and the other caressing his balls and if he wasn’t already hard just with the first touch of her
lips, he is positive he can’t be any more excited.

Then, of course, since Lily loves to tease him beyond his limits, she opens her eyes, staring
directly at him without breaking her rhythm.

“You are evil,” he says again, breathing heavily, the air not feeling enough on his lungs.

Lily smiles in answer, her tongue rolling over his head and he has to close his eyes for a
moment, and support himself in the doorknob to not fall, a tiny part of his mind praying that
no one is near to listen to them.

Then it’s too much.

He slides his fingers across her face until he holds her jaw up and with the tiniest pressure,
Lily understands what he wants. She makes a show out of licking her wet lips, an innocent
expression on her face that doesn’t fool him at all, and raises.

“Yes?”

“You.” He growls, watching the satisfaction taking control of her features as she takes in the
sight of the desire written over his face. “On that desk. Now.”

She doesn’t hesitate, walking towards the closest desk and leaning against it, everything
about her face just inviting him.

It’s not dignified at all to walk up to her holding his trousers, but James is past the time to
care about this. There’s only one thought on his mind, and that’s Lily (it’s always her, but
sometimes this thought threatens to overwhelm everything).
She lets out a muffled gasp when he turns her around, bending her against the desk. He hugs
her from behind, lips brushing over her bare back and then sucking the column of her neck as
his hands work to lift her dress and a contented sigh leaves his lips as he finds only her warm
skin.

"No pants?" He purrs.

"Just in case," she says slyly, and then a moan leaves her lips as he bites her earlobe—or
perhaps it’s because his hand is between her thighs, fingers exploring her.

“You are so wet,” he purrs gladly, slipping a finger inside her and earning another moan.
“What is it about blowing me that turns you so on?”

Lily lets out something between a chuckle and a gasp. “I like how you feel,” she whispers,
rocking her hips against him.

“I like you also,” he guarantees, another finger joining the first; his other hand moves over
the front of her dress, caressing her breast in any way he can.

“James…”

He loves hearing her say his name—it’s a call and a request—and as always he attends her,
fingers leaving her body momentarily to wrap around him as he guides himself inside her;
she bends even more, giving him the full sight of her arse. He doesn’t need to see her face to
know Lily is smirking; the same as he can picture the shape of the “o” of her mouth when he
enters her, that warmth that is both familiar and still new greeting him.

“Merlin, Evans,” he mumbles, hands holding her waist to support himself while he thrusts
into her, the sound of his body against hers echoing in that empty room.

“Potter,” Lily corrects him, her voice adorably strangled.

“I can’t call my name,” he replies in the same tone. Lily laughs, the motion contracting her
walls around him and making him groan.

She straightens her back enough for James to meet her halfway, their lips crashing in a sloppy
kiss that he will favour any day in comparison to a well-coordinated kiss. It’s the kiss for
when he is inside her, their movements too frenetic to align their mouths, neither wanting to
break their rhythm.

“I think you got me too close, love,” he admits, everything still feeling too much, too Lily.

In answer, Lily guides his hand to touch her on her favourite spot.

He slows his movement as much as he can, all so he can make her come before him, but Lily
isn’t taking any of his chivalry today—or she is adamant about testing him, which James
thinks is more likely. In any case, she bends her body once more, supporting herself on the
desk as she rocks her hips, making sure to keep the same rhythm as before—only James is
sure that Lily does this much better than him because this feels superior, too unbearable now.
“Lily,” he whispers, a warning that she promptly ignores.

“Faster,” she answers him, and James isn’t sure of what part of him she is talking about, but
he tries to focus on his hand, drawing the circles around her clit that are always very efficient,
hearing to her unsteady breathing. “James—”

This time his name is a muffled scream and he feels her coming, her whole body shuddering
and threatening to still—but he won’t allow it. His hand leaves her enough to hold her waist
again, thrusting into her with renewed perseverance, prolonging her moment as much as he
can, and earning him another moan that he drowns this time by putting his hand over her
mouth—he forgot the Silence Charm after all and he doesn’t want to be interrupted at this
moment.

That’s a thought Lily seems to share. James had imagined she would be spent now, but she is
relentless; she kisses his hand and then sucks two of his fingers. It’s the combination of the
same swirling of her tongue of before—the memory is fresh on his mind—and of the
knowledge she’s tasting herself in his fingers that drives him over the edge, the groan he
denied her leaving his mouth as he sighs her name.

It was a prayer, James is as sure of it and he can be at anything in this moment.

He waits until blood flushes back to his brain, his heart still pumping furiously on his chest.
“Merlin, Lily,” he says for the third time this night, bringing her closer to kiss the column of
her neck, coaching her to turn her head so their lips can meet.

Their kiss is slow now, and very much synchronized, tongues meeting with that sweet
familiarity he enjoys as much as their first testing kisses.

“That was—”

“I know,” she assures him. He can feel her smile against his lips.

They join hands for a moment; then, with a heavy sigh, he takes a step back, leaving her, his
hand already searching for his wand to clean them.

Lily adjusts her dress, kisses him softly, and walks towards a mirror that James hadn’t noticed
before in the corner of the room.

“I’m hoping you don’t regret coming to this dinner anymore,” she says slyly, applying her
lipstick again.

The thought of how she lost his lipstick makes him grin. “No, I’m enjoying Slug’s dinner far
more than I ever did.”

“I seem to recall you enjoyed our detours a lot.”

“That’s how much I’m enjoying today.”

Lily smacks her lips, her reflection watching him with undisguised mischief. “Better than a
broom closet, huh?”
“Speaking of, which classroom did we break into?”

Lily laughs. “None, this is the Room of Requirement. I thought of giving it a shot.”

“So—no one could ever find us?”

Lily shakes her head.

“Lily! I thought—I was keeping it quiet!”

She lifts one eyebrow. “You were not, love, trust me.”

“I’m almost hating you now.”

“Almost?”

“It takes a lot for me to stop loving you. Haven’t managed it yet so far.”

“I hope you never do,” she replies, coming closer to him again and throwing her arms around
his neck, her expression both tender and mischievous. “I just knew you wouldn’t refuse my
dare.”

“And I should know you would be smart enough for us to not get caught.”

“I am too old for getting detention.” She winks at him. “Ready to return to the party?”

“I think I can survive it better now.”

“Good. I wanna dance some more.”

“And embarrass our son while doing it?”

“Of course.” She brushes her lips against his in what James hopes it’s a promise for
something else later.

Truth be told, coming to Slughorn’s Christmas party wasn’t a bad idea after all.
End Notes

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