Lily Evans (aimed_curse) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-09-25 21:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | james potter, lily evans |
Who: Lily Evans and James Potter
What: Late night broom ride
When: Recently
Where: Just around above the city lights
Rating/Warnings: Lowish for references to intimacy.
Status: Complete when posted
When James woke up with the shimmering fabric at the foot of his bed, he was confused. Only briefly though. His confusion quickly gave way to awe, and then excitement. Hurriedly, he made his way to the full length mirror in his bedroom, and threw the cloak on.
Immediately, he disappeared, and for the next fifteen minutes he entertained himself with it. First, he was just a floating head, then an arm, then a disembodied leg. How was it possible that he kept getting such amazing things from his dreams? His dreams, quite possibly, were the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.
He threw the cloak on entirely, grabbed his broomstick from where he had it resting near the door leading out to his balcony, and with a whoop, jumped off his balcony and headed straight to Lily’s house. It took him a moment to deduce which window was her bedroom window, and then he only managed to figure it out by stopping in front of each window on the top floor and looking out at the scenery in front of him, but finally he found it. He gave it a rap with his knuckles.
***
Lily was watching Netflix on her laptop when she heard a knock at her window and at first she tried to ignore it, assuming it was just a tree branch or something but then she remembered they’d trimmed the tree branches that would reach the window over the weekend. Something about not wanting to risk them breaking any windows if a storm came through. She thought they just didn’t want to deal with the leaves in the fall.
She climbed out of her bed, stopping long enough to adjust her bottoms before going over to investigate the sound, opening the window and leaning partway out to look around when she didn’t see anything. “Oh please don’t have been a bird flying into the window,” she muttered to herself as she reached for her flashlight to shine some light on the ground below in case there was anything down there.
***
“Just me,” James said, and he flipped his hood down, revealing a grinning, disembodied head.
***
Lily jumped when James revealed himself that way, not ashamed of the little scream she let out. “How’d you do that? I thought we had a deal that you’d tell me about new spell knowledge before surprising me with it.” She said, setting the flashlight back down and leaning out of the window again.
***
“It’s not a spell,” James said, opening the cloak a little so that it revealed a sliver of his body and the broomstick between his legs. “It’s a cloak. I was wondering if you wanted to go on a midnight flight with me, Miss Evans.”
***
Lily smiled a little at that touch of formality in the way he called her by her last name. Only he could make it sound like a pet name. “Of course you’d get a cloak that turns you invisible.” She said teasingly. She pretended to think for a moment. “And I would love to Mister Potter. Where are we off too?” It wouldn’t be the first time she’d climbed out of a bedroom window and she trusted him not to let her fall.
***
James maneuvered the broom close to her window so that she would have no choice but to get on in front of him. He waited until she was secure on the broom, and then wrapped the cloak around the both of them so that they disappeared from the world around them. He could still see her there, wrapped up in front of him.
He pulled away from the window. “I can show you the world! Shining, shimmering, spleeendddiiidd,” he started singing as he angled the broom further up into the sky, leaving the apartment window below them.
***
Lily might have settled in closer than absolutely necessary on the broom in front of him, her back pressed against his chest and head leaning against his shoulder lightly as he wrapped the cloak around her. “More comfortable than I thought it would be.” She murmured as he started flying.
She laughed as he started singing, shaking her head. “Alright Aladdin. Just don’t get too wrapped up in your serenade that you fly us into a tree. I don’t think that Martha would appreciate me calling her because my...because you wrecked us this way.” She teased. She did trust him not to wreck or she wouldn’t have gotten on the broom with him.
***
James grinned as she settled in against him, wrapping his arms around her both because he wanted to and because it was the only way he could grip the broomstick in front of her. “So you don’t want me to take you over, under and sideways?” he asked into her ear, angling the broomstick up into the sky so they could get a better view of the city lights, like stars below them.
***
Lily turned her head so that she could see him easier, brushing her lips over his skin gently at that teasing statement. “I didn’t say that…” She whispered. “Just can you do it without us crashing and burning?” She looked around as the city lights spread out around and below where they flew and gave a soft gasp as she realized how beautiful it was seeing it this way. “It’s so beautiful seeing it this way.” She said quietly, letting up on teasing him for the moment.
***
“It’s a broomstick; unless you’ve got an Incendio hiding up your sleeve, we won’t burn,” he teased. He didn’t plan on crashing them either, but where was the fun in telling Lily that.
“It is, isn’t it?” James asked, resting his chin on Lily’s shoulder. “I like coming up here at night sometimes to think. It really helps put things in perspective when you’ve got the stars above you and the lights below you.”
***
“What sleeve?” Lily teased back, giving him a wide eyed look for a moment over her shoulder. She could definitely see what he loved so much about flying. But she was also pretty sure that for her this would always be the way she enjoyed it most - in front of him, as close as she could get with his arms around her.
“And what Mr. Potter do you find yourself thinking about up here?” She asked him.
***
James put his lips close enough to brush against Lily’s ear when he spoke. “Would you believe me if I said it was you?” he asked.
***
Whether it was the words themselves or the way his lips brushed over her ear as he asked that question Lily couldn’t say but it didn’t matter because it brought out the same result - a shiver that went through her body. And not a bad shiver or one brought about by the cold.
“I might...What exactly do you think about me up here?”
***
“Oh, you know,” James said. “Your hair, and your smile, and the way you chew your lip when you’re thinking really hard,” James said. That, and about what it might be like to ask Lily to move in with him. His house was pretty big, and while he had Georgey the Porgey to help keep him company, it might have been nice to have someone else there with him.
***
“I do not chew on my lip when I’m thinking hard.” Lily said with a laugh. “Well not anymore. Do I?” It had been a habit of hers ever since they were in school together and she rarely even realized she was doing it anymore.
“So how many nights have you been up here?”
***
“See, if I tell you, then you’ll just try to stop and I couldn’t have that. It’s too adorable.
“Only a couple of times over the city,” James admitted. “I just got the invisibility cloak tonight and it was too likely I’d be seen. I fly out over the water a couple times a week though.” He did love flying, even if he didn’t have a proper Quidditch team to fly with. There was something liberating about being able to fly through the sky using nothing but a broomstick.
***
“Just so long as you never let me accidentally chew through my lip.” Lily said softly. She hadn’t thought that was an actual option until she’d come across a mention of having to stitch someone’s lip back in position after they’d done just that in one of her texts.
“And you never thought about asking me on one of these late night flights over the water? I’d be hurt if it wasn’t for the fact that you shared this with me first.”
***
“That sounds horrifying. I’ll do my best,” James said, with a bit of a smile. Honestly, he could never picture Lily being absentminded enough to chew threw her own lips. That sounded like it took some serious determination.
“Well, you’re never around when I decide to go on them, and flying across town to pick you up always seemed like a risk.” He nuzzled in closer to her. “Maybe if you stayed the night more often…”
***
“Never look at the pictures in my medical texts. They’re utterly horrifying at times.” Lily said with a little shudder at the thought of some of them. They were enough to give her nightmares sometimes. Never enough to keep her from falling back to sleep though. Although sometimes it took a chapter or two of one of the romance novels from her nightstand to help her get relaxed enough. Or distracted enough from whatever the dream had been that she could sleep again.
“I’m taking it as a compliment that you don’t decide to go out on those flights on nights when I do stay over.” She hadn’t been expecting that suggestion from him though about staying over more often. “Well...the reason I don’t is that it’s a hassle some times to try to come back to the apartment to get fresh clothes and get ready for work in the morning.”
***
“Advice taken,” James said, grinning. He’d never really had any real desire to look at medical texts in the first place; he wasn’t training to be a doctor. He might have had the grades for it in school, but he knew he didn’t have the bedside manner or the stomach for a job like that. People’s bodily fluids were gross and he’d rather not have to see them.
“You should,” James said. “You know, if that’s the problem, I could always just give you a drawer and you can store some clothes at my place,” he said.
***
Lily turned her head slightly so that she could see his face. He was serious in this offer wasn't he? She knew that look. "You could. I do have one condition though before making up my mind about it. You have to agree to a drawer and keeping things at my flat."
***
James didn’t particularly enjoy spending the night at Lily’s house. It wasn’t as if he hated it, but there wasn’t a whole lot of privacy in her little apartment, especially with her roommate there. He liked her roommate, but it did tend to put a damper on their more intimate moments together. Still, it wasn’t as if he could, or especially wanted, to refuse that. Especially since the occasional night over at Lily’s house did happen. Sometimes. “Deal,” James answered. “It had better be a nice drawer though.”