Lily almost told him that he really couldn't go around setting people on fire just because he was jealous or didn't like them, but then he was kissing her and pulling her against him.
She pressed at his shoulders, half-inclined to tell him to stop, that they should talk about this, that they shouldn't just fuck and think that would make it all right ... but maybe for him, it would. Or it would make it all right enough for him to talk sanely later.
Lily stretched up slightly, her arms sliding over his shoulders as she returned his kiss deeply, passionately, eagerly. "He's not here right now, John," Lily whispered against his mouth. "I'm yours," she promised him as she gripped his shoulders firmly.