Who: James Potter and Sirius Black What: Waking up and someone’s not themself! When: Wednesday morning Where: Their house Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
Most mornings James and Lily weren’t the wake up cuddling sorts. They slept beside each other, not wrapped around each other and James honestly preferred it that way. He didn’t care for being smothered. But some mornings, he woke up and looked over at his wife and thought he was the luckiest man alive. She made a stunning blob of pale skin and red hair.
Today was such a day. He didn’t wake up to Harry crying for for attention, or hearing Sirius stumbling in, and Lily was right there beside him and mornings didn’t just start that well very often. It was a perfect time to take advantage of a little time alone with some peace and quiet. He took a second to reach over and find his glasses, wound up knocking his wand on the floor but that didn’t matter, before moving right back and curling up against Lily’s back, arms around her and placed a lazy kiss to her shoulder.
“Lily,” he whispered. “Don’t suppose you want to wake up?”