James had found them a nice corner partially sheltered beneath a large tree, casting charms to cut the wind and warm the air over their little blanket. When Lily appeared, he was ready, and he opened his arms to gather her in. Then her lips were on his neck, her breath ghosting across his skin, and the charms weren't even needed anymore.
Shifting her against his shoulder, he tipped her face up and kissed her. "Nice doesn't even begin to cover it," he informed her, lips brushing hers as he smiled. "Not even close."