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Lily furrowed her brow in confusion as she watched her brother. He was, for some reason that was not apparent to Lily, licking salt from the back of his hand, rapidly gulping down a small glass full of a clear liquid. James completed this rather strange routine by biting enthusiastically into a slice of lemon. Lily scrunched her face up as she observed this final step, mirroring her brother’s expression of distaste as the sour, citric acidity violently assaulted his taste buds.

 

Lily watched, increasingly perplexed, as James prepared to repeat this curious ritual.

“What on earth are you doing, James?” Lily asked, unable to comprehend her brother’s logic or, rather, his seeming lack thereof.

“Hmm?” James hummed by way of reply, unable to hear his sister clearly over the din of the party.

“I said what are you doing? It doesn’t look very pleasant James – why do it at all?”

James smiled. “’S fun, Lil,” he said simply.

“It doesn’t look it.”

“Here,” James said, handing Lily the salt shaker, “Wet your hand with your tongue, and then shake some salt onto it.”

“But why…” Lily began before James interrupted.

“Just do it, Lil. Trust me.”

 

Lily watched quietly, nervously even, as James poured the drink into a small glass for his sister.

“What is that stuff?” Lily asked as she watched the liquid splash over the rim of the glass.

“Some kind of Muggle drink. Tequila, I think it’s called. Now,” James declared as he handed the glass to Lily, pressing it into her small, slightly clammy palm, “just do what I was doing before: lick, sip, suck!”

“Lick, sip, suck?”

“Yep!” James said encouragingly, his face splitting into a wide grin.

 

Lily followed her brother’s directions, her face contorting strangely as her tongue responded to the onslaught of salt and bitterness.

“Ugh!” Lily spat, flinging the lemon rind down, “Why would you do that, James?” Lily thrust her tongue out of her mouth, as though to expel the lingering flavours.

“Aww, come on Lil - it’s not that bad. Go again, you’ll start to like it,” James said, slapping his sister on the back.

“I don’t see how, James. I mean, really, it’s just so…”

“I know!” James cried suddenly, “Rose!” he called across the crowded room, “Rose Weasley, get your arse over here!”

 

Rose Weasley rolled her eyes as she pushed through the chattering crowd of people to meet James and Lily in the kitchen.

“What is it, Potter?” Rose asked sharply.

“Here,” James thrust a glass of tequila into one of Rose’s empty hands, and a salt shaker into the other, “Lily won’t believe me that tequila shooters are fun: she needs a drinking buddy.”

Rose’s disposition altered immediately, her voice taking on an excited, cheerful tone as she spoke: “Oh! Well, in that case, I’m more than happy to help!”

Lily raised an eyebrow sceptically at her friend.

“Come on, Lily,” Rose prodded, “Get involved! On three. Ready? One, two three!”

 

An hour, and half a bottle of tequila later, Lily started to believe James. She felt…strange, but rather fantastic at the same time. The colours of the room swam before her, the music and voices thudded noisily in her ears, as she and Rose tilted their heads back, once more, in unison. Rose slammed her glass down on the counter, swaying drunkenly as she did so.

“You’re all over the place, Rosie,” Lily giggled as she tried to focus her vision on the Weasley girl.

“You’re one to talk, Lil…Ouch!” Rose cried as she was accidentally pushed hard against the counter by a careless and, undoubtedly, also drunk party guest.

Lily, still giggling, reached a hand out to steady her friend: she succeeded only in causing them to both fall.

“Ugh! It’s too crowded in here,” Rose announced loudly, “Let’s find some place else to hang out, yeah Lil?”

Lily nodded, following Rose up the stairs.

“Ooh!” Rose said, turning to face Lily, “Grab the tequila would you, Lily?”

Lily complied, wrapping her sweaty fingers tightly around the neck of the bottle.

 

“Rose? Where’d you go?” Lily asked the darkness as she crept unsteadily through the upstairs hallway.

“In here,” Rose answered, her voice drawing Lily to the bedroom farthest from the stairs.

Lily entered the room smiling, clutching the tequila bottle. She was greeted by Rose sitting cross-legged on the bed.

“I’m getting awful thirsty over here, Lil – pass us a drink would you?” Lily, drunk and suffering from a considerable degree of poor judgement, acquiesced to her friend’s request, lofting the bottle into the air.

Rose shrieked as the bottle landed on the bed in front of her.

“Oops!” Lily said before launching herself onto the bed.

 

Rose untwisted the cap, and took a sip directly from the bottle. Choking slightly on the alcohol as it burned her throat, she handed it to the expectant Lily. Swallowing a mouthful of tequila, Lily began to giggle once more. It appeared to be, at this point in the evening, rather beyond her control.

“You know,” she said, composing herself long enough to construct a sentence, “I think James was actually right about this tequila business – it is fun.”

“Well, if there’s one thing your brother knows, it’s how to have a good time.”

Lily nodded.

“If there’s one thing he knows, that is. It’s a pretty big if,” Rose qualified her statement as Lily laughed, her whole body shaking in amusement. This time, it was contagious – soon the bed itself seemed to be quivering with the apparent hilarity of the situation.

 

Lily, gasping for breath, managed to control herself to the point of a titter as she gazed, her eyes heavy and fluttering sporadically, at Rose.

Rose returned her gaze. She extended a hand, placing it on Lily’s cheek. “You’re so pretty, Lil,” Rose whispered as she pressed the flesh of her thumb against Lily’s pink lips.

“You’re pretty too, Rosie.”

In response, Rose began to probe Lily’s lips with her thumb and fingers, gently parting them to expose the moist cavern of her mouth. Unthinking, but feeling, Lily closed her eyes, admitting Rose’s fingers. She ran her tongue over and around, tasting the salt and citrus: remnants of the night’s activities.

 

“Mmm,” Rose murmured, falling back onto the bed. Her fingers dropped suddenly from Lily’s enveloping mouth. Rose began to fidget with the hem of her shirt. Lily moved closer to Rose. Straddling her friend, she slid her warm hands under Rose’s shirt and over the soft, tender mound of her belly.

“That feels nice,” Rose breathed, writhing slightly under Lily’s weight. Lily allowed her hands to roam over Rose’s stomach. Her fingers began to press ever upwards, determined to cup her breasts.

“Wait,” Rose said suddenly. Sitting up, she pushed Lily’s hands away.

“What? Did I…did I do something wrong?” Lily’s eyes widened with fear.

“Ssh,” Rose said, caressing the side of Lily’s worried face, “I just need to…there,” she said, slipping her arms free of her bra. Her breasts full and round, fell naturally.

“Oh,” Lily breathed.

“Oh,” Rose repeated as she pulled Lily to her tender, naked torso in a kiss. The bittersweet, slippery taste and texture of Rose’s mouth intermingled with Lily’s own. Hasty and impassioned in their movements, they massaged each other’s tongues. Strands of saliva glimmered on their lips, a sticky droplet escaping onto Lily’s chin.

 

The warmth of their skin, the soft curves and folds of their bodies ground involuntarily against one another. Fingers roaming; breasts and stomachs, grazing and quivering. Resting her head on Rose’s shoulder, Lily closed her eyes.

 

Unthinking, but feeling: she allowed the heat of their contact and of the tequila to throb through her flesh. She felt the tips of Rose’s fingers, the nails lightly scratching the skin, slip under her skirt, tracing patterns on her inner thigh. Rose applied pressure to the parting of Lily’s vagina. Her cotton briefs were soaked through, leaving a thin coating of lubrication on Rose’s thumb. Rose continued to probe, this time circumventing Lily’s underpants altogether, as she slid two frantically stroking fingers inside of Lily’s aching cunt. Lily jerked away, moaning gratefully, as Rose applied pressure to Lily’s clit in a light, circular motion.

 

Sweaty, writhing and drunk; thrusting helplessly and almost pathetically against Rose’s hand, Lily realised that James had actually been right about something: yes, tequila was fun.