"Hmm," James said, half a thoughtful sound and half a contented murmur as her hands moved over his skin. It was really hard to think when she was doing that. Well, hard to think of anything that would actually convince her to get up on a broom instead of doing the kinds of things that they seemed to be heading towards right now. "What if you have to seduce me with your Quidditch skills first? You'd better get the Quaffle through the hoops if you want to get in my pants, Evans."
That was so patently untrue that he didn't bother to point out that he was joking. Although, the slightly gruff chuckle probably would've given it away anyway. "But don't worry, if you can play Quidditch half as well as you can bake, you won't have any trouble."
He got distracted by kissing her, and by his shirt coming off. He looked up at her, eyes warm and dark, hands sliding over her skin beneath her shirt. He managed to press a few kisses along her neck before she pushed him back against the sofa, and he grinned. "Yeah. It'd make me want to get you out of it even more."