James Potter's apron is better than Frank's. (prongsification) wrote in throwingstones, @ 2010-02-06 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! complete, [february 1979], james potter, lily potter |
Who: Lily and James Potter
When: Febuary 6, 1979; early afternoon
Where: Caradoc's guestroom
What: James makes it his mission to get Lily to smile and ends up getting pwned
Rating: PG-13
Status: Completed log!
James could pinpoint the exact point in time their conversation - taking place through wards while they were both in the same room - had taken a turn away from cutesy banter. Alright, maybe it wasn't the best idea to bring up their checkered past, but really what did it matter now!? They had gotten married, and it was quite obvious that all of the years he had spent rubbing her nerves raw, and then the months she denied having any attraction to him were long gone. Shouldn't that cancel out anything negative related to all of that? As much as those years had caused him any sort of inner turmoil he would surely deny - don't listen to anything Peter, Remus or Sirius had to say on that subject - he chalked it all up to them being dumb kids. They technically were still kids, but that was besides the point. So was the fact that Lily obviously didn't find any humour in this all like he did. With a sigh he reached over to set down his journal and quill on the night table that had been cleared off, knowing that with Lily using her DictaQuill he wouldn't have to read to gain her response. When she opened her mouth to speak, he hoisted himself off the bed and walked over to her. The book she had been packing away was taken from her hand and set on the dresser, no words spoken as his other arm came to sweep around her middle and lift her straight off the ground. Lily didn't seem to like this too much. Paying no attention to her words of protest or attempts to struggle out of his grip, James carried her over to the bed and tossed her down gently enough on her back before joining her a split second later. Crawling onto his knees, he hovered above her with an attempt at looking serious failing miserably. Moving to also hold himself up with his hands resting right on Lily's shoulders, he stared down at her. "I demand you to smile. I'm not going to leave until you smile and will resort to drastic measures if I have to, Lily Marie Potter." Any chance he had of keeping a straight face went out the window as he called her by her now full name and a crooked grin took over his face. Lily did not grin. No, instead she shouted when he picked her up and continued swearing at him while he was making his demands. "James Potter you cannot just grab me and throw me over your shoulder when I'm cross with you," she protested, struggling against him as she spoke and trying to squirm out of his grasp. Unsuccessfully. Making a frustrated noise, she tried to move her legs (carefully, she wasn't that cross) instead. "Stop it James Potter or I swear I will murder you," she finally threatened, her teeth clenching at the end of the deceleration. Okay, maybe the way he decided to go about this wasn't the best thing ever, but he honestly didn't want to leave her here sulking. Part of him felt bad for going to Nymphadora's birthday without her, but Sirius had made him promise to go the day before he had proposed to Lily. Since she was still on house arrest, he was going to do the next best thing- get her to smile and, if possible, laugh. It made sense somehow. "Oh but I just did, you'll have to excuse me because my wife is being stubborn," he teased, only growing concerned from his end of the equation when he felt her leg brush dangerously high on his inner thigh. This was admittedly not the safest position to be dealing with a grouchy female in, but he was dedicated to this. And in the end he did not get kneed in the groin, which was always nice. "Then smile and I'll stop, lovey." Giving her no chance to respond, James pushed himself solely onto his knees once more as he started to do the unthinkable. Quickly bringing his hands to her sides, he splayed out his fingers before mercilessly tickling her as his smile grew to wicked proportions. "Drastic measures," he mumbled. Truth be told Lily'd been grumbling and objecting every time he opened his mouth, barely letting him get a word in edgewise, but when the tickling started she really let loose. Shrieking with laughter that was punctuated with various swears whenever she could catch her breath. She could only imagine what Caradoc or Maureen or Sirius was thinking if any of them happened to pass by the Guest room since she wasn't exactly being quiet. What with the tickling induced shrieking and all. Desperately flailing and wriggling to escape his hands, Lily happened to catch sight of her open journal and the still active DictaQuill. Figured. Managing to manuever herself so she could at least somewhat breathe. "At least stop the bloody DictaQuill, it's still recording," she managed to get out before dissolving into another peal of forced laughter his hands discovered another spot on her ribs. His smile only grew more (yes, it was possible) as that first burst of screeching laughter, literally at his hands, came about. The fact that she was still try to curse at him was even amusing at the moment. While she may have been in a mood, James really didn't think there was anything that could ruin his own. It had been proven time and time again that this wasn't true, but whatever. "Lily! There is no time to stop the DictaQuill! There is a smile we are after! So much more important!" Now he was just being obnoxious. Not letting up in the least, James continued with his tickling onslaught, moving in time with her wiggles to make sure Lily couldn't get away. Lily was frustrated, slightly oxygen deprived, and could not stop laughing. That James was clearly becoming too smug for his own good. But therein was her advantage, it was always her advantage. When James became overconfident she could win. Lily fought against him harder, screeching as he met ever sway of her torso and buck of her hips. And with a few more extravagant movements towards the left she made a sudden toss for the right, rolling off the bed and grabbing hold of him as she did. Landing on the floor with a thud, Lily took advantage of the sudden shock to throw herself over him and change positions. Grabbing his wrists, she gripped them tightly and pinned them above his head which had the side effect of bringing her face incredibly close to his as her legs were clamped quite firmly around his hips, a grin on her face. "I'm smiling." One moment James had the upper hand in the situation and the next he completely lost it with what was probably transcribed as an "Oooph!" by the DictaQuill as he found himself yanked off the bed only to fall down hard on his hip with a groan. His mouth opened wide in surprise, finding himself then with Lily in his lap and his arms pinned above his head. Still in shock, he didn't fight back as he easily could have to gain control again, and looked up at her incredulously. At the sight of her finally smiling, not to mention her words, pained laughter fell from his lips that grew more genuine as he tried to speak through it, "And I broke my hip. Smashing job." It took him a moment to sober, and he just stared at her as he settled into a wry grin. "Mrs Potter, if you wanted to find yourself in such a compromising position all you had to do was ask." He lifted his head as he spoke, feeling the muscles in his neck, shoulders and upper arms tighten as he stretched to press his lips against hers before settling down once more. It wouldn't be hard to get out of her grip, but James would let her have this little victory. Though... "I knew I'd win in the end," that cocky attitude rearing its head even as he found himself restrained. Hey, she was smiling. At one point in time Lily had been an expert at being cross with James Potter. He could have helped old ladies across the street and adopted kittens from shelters and she'd still have found a reason to fault him. But things had changed and now she found herself unable to go even ten minutes and remain upset with him. Somewhere her fifth year self was glaring daggers at her. But she found herself not minding terribly, and she laughed as James exalted in his little 'I told you so' moment, leaning forward herself so that her lips brushed his and her hips pressed harder against his. "Did you now?" she whispered before kissing him, drawing his lower lip between her teeth as she pulled slightly back. And then she pushed herself to her feet, stepping over him as she headed back to her boxes and pointing at the clock as she did so. "You should really get ready, James. You need to get to the party soon. Sirius will be waiting." Grinning, a touch more wickedly than before, she gleefully turned away from him in order to fetch the rest of her potion texts. A murmur was caught in his throat as Lily sat down further on his lap, that grin only faltering for a moment. James followed her lips as she pulled back, licking the corner of his own before giving a half-asrsed nod and an "Mmhmm." Thoughts of parties and arguments and DictaQuills left his mind as he started to free his arms from her grasp, but it obviously didn't matter much as Lily let go on him and promptly stood up, leaving him on the floor with a confused look as he tilted his head back to look at her walking back over to her trunk. She was such a fucking tease! His eyes fell on the clock in question before James brought both hands to run down his face, effectively knocking off his glasses. "Yeah, yeah," he said morosely as he hoisted himself up to straighten them. "You're evil, Lily." The words were stated matter-of-factly as he finally stood up, moving first to put on his robes, then grabbing the present that he had crappily wrapped before Lily insisted on redoing it herself. Making his way behind her, he hooked an arm around her waist once more, though this time to lean forward and kiss the side of her neck. "Try not to have too much fun without me here." And with that he turned away, but not before smacking her soundly on her bottom, quite the spring in his step as he tried to get away before she threw something at him. James only paused long enough at the door to point at her in all feigned seriousness, "We'll continue this conversation or what have you at the safe house." The door was opened, he stepped through, and nearly had the door closed before throwing out, "And don't toss my stuff. I love you, bye." And then he actually closed the door, wondering if any other inhabitants of the house had heard all that had just gone down. As probably expected, Lily turned and glared at James as he made his hasty retreat to the safety of the door and threw out his last comments, her hands placed on her hips as she gave him a look before he finally disappeared for good. And then, when she was sure he was done, she let the glare fall and shook her head at the door. After the previous month Lily'd begun to think she'd never really see this side of him again, and though she put up a good front it would be a lie to say she didn't have a new appreciation for her husband's immature antics now more than ever. Her husband. A fond smile slipping across her face, Lily turned back to her books, picking them up and situating herself back on the floor as she returned to her task of carefully packing. |