Chapter Two

With a final, lingering thrust that made her gasp, James reluctantly pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined release. A shiver ran through Lily as she felt him slip free, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her climax.

The two spent the next thirty minutes getting ready for their day, James for work and Lily just in general though she did still have a full list of things she needed to get done today. As they enter the kitchen there, a little surprised to see their son isn't up watching TV, Lily finds the note by the fruit bowl before too long though.

Lily’s fingers brushed the parchment as she plucked Harry’s note from the fruit bowl, her lips quivering at the familiar, messy scrawl. She scanned it quickly, then snorted, shaking her head as she turned to James—who was currently rummaging through the pantry.

“He’s already gone,” she said, waving the note. “Left early for Hogwarts. Says he and Hermione have some potion project they’re behind on.”

James paused, a slice of toast halfway to his mouth, and grinned. “Behind, my arse,” he scoffed, leaning against the counter. “Bet he just misses that little witch of his. Couldn’t wait another bloody hour to see her.” His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with mischief as he took a lazy bite. “Can’t blame him. If I had to go weeks without you, I’d be sprinting through the Floo too.”

Lily rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed pink as she crossed the kitchen, her hips swaying in that **** way that always made James’ gaze linger. “You’re insufferable,” she muttered, though her voice was warm.

James pushed off from the counter, his movements fluid as he padded over to the table where Lily had set out their breakfast. The toast, lightly buttered with a dollop of strawberry jam, looked simple but inviting. He picked up a slice, taking a bite as he leaned against the table, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know," he said, his voice low and teasing, "I think this might be the only thing that could drag me away from you this morning." He held up the toast, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, this and the promise of seeing you tonight." Lily rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips as she took her own slice. The jam was sweet, a pleasant contrast to the richness of their morning. They ate in comfortable silence, the only sound the soft crunch of toast and the occasional clink of their teacups. It was moments like these that James cherished—quiet, intimate, just the two of them. But as the minutes ticked by, he knew he couldn't linger. "Time's up, love," he said, setting his plate down and reaching for her. His hands found her hips, pulling her close as his mouth met hers in a kiss that was both tender and tinged with regret. "Tonight," he whispered, his breath warm against her lips.

As the day wore on, James found himself distracted at work, his mind wandering back to the morning’s events. He couldn’t help but smirk as he remembered Lily’s flushed cheeks and the way she’d bitten her lip when she came. His 7-inch cock twitched at the memory, and he had to adjust himself discreetly behind his desk. “Tonight,” he muttered under his breath, the promise echoing in his mind. He knew Lily would be ready for him, her curvy figure and large breasts calling to him like a siren’s song. He could almost hear her voice, teasing him, urging him on, and it took everything in him not to apparate home right then and there.

Meanwhile, Lily was at home, her red hair cascading over her shoulders as she went about her day. She, too, couldn’t shake the memories of their morning together. Her MILFy figure swayed as she moved, and she felt a thrill knowing James couldn’t wait to see her again. She planned to make tonight special, maybe surprise him with something new. As she thought about it, her hands lingered on her breasts, imagining his touch. “He’s going to take me again tonight,” she whispered to herself, a sly smile spreading across her face.

The afternoon light slanted through the kitchen window as Lily absently stirred her tea, the steam curling in lazy tendrils around her fingers. The parchment from the Department of Mysteries lay half-unrolled on the table, runes and diagrams swimming before her unfocused eyes. She sighed, tapping her quill against the edge of the inkwell. It was impossible to concentrate—not when the memory of James’ hands on her hips, the heat of his mouth on her skin, still burned through her like a lingering spell.

Her fingers drifted to the neckline of her robes, tracing the sensitive skin just above her collarbone where his teeth had left faint marks earlier. A shiver ran down her spine, and she bit her lip, shifting slightly in her seat. The fabric of her knickers clung just a little too tightly between her thighs.

Merlin, he’s ruined me for work today, she thought with a smirk.

Just then, the emerald flames in the hearth roared to life, swirling violently before resolving into James’ grinning face. His Auror robes were slightly rumpled, his dark hair more disheveled than usual—as if he’d been running his hands through it all morning.

“Miss me already?” Lily teased, arching a brow as she leaned back in her chair, letting the curve of her waist accentuate the swell of her hips.

James’ grin faltered slightly as the flames flickered around his head in the hearth. He ran a hand through his already-mussed hair, the usual mischief in his hazel eyes dimmed by something Lily recognized immediately—guilt, thinly veiled behind **** humor.

“Miss you? Always,” he said, voice warm but his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “But, uh—got some news that might put a kink in our plans tonight.”

Lily’s fingers stilled around her teacup. “Oh?” She arched a brow, the playful lilt in her voice belying the sudden tension coiling in her stomach.

James exhaled, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “Padfoot and the lads are dragging me out for drinks. Some new pub near Diagon—supposedly has firewhisky that’ll melt your socks off.” He attempted a smirk, but it looked more like a wince.

Lily set her cup down with deliberate slowness, the porcelain clinking against the saucer. She studied him—the way his shoulders tensed, the way his thumb tapped restlessly against his thigh. “You don’t want to go,” she observed, tilting her head.

Lily’s lips twitched as she studied James’ conflicted expression, the firelight flickering across his sharp features. She could see the struggle in his eyes—the way his jaw clenched just slightly, the restless energy in his fingers as they raked through his hair again.

“I would rather stay here with you,” he admitted, voice rough with frustration. “Merlin knows I’d choose you over those drunken idiots any day.” His smirk was half-hearted this time, lacking its usual wicked charm. “But I’ve already begged off the last two times they’ve asked. If I ditch them again, Sirius is going to show up at our door and drag me out by my robes.”

Lily raised an eyebrow, her red hair catching the dim light of the kitchen as she tilted her head. "So, you're saying you're being **** into a night of drinking and debauchery against your will?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement. She leaned forward, the curve of her breasts pressing against the table, her large frame radiating confidence and allure.

James sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "More like being guilt-tripped into it. They’re not taking no for an answer this time." He paused, his eyes locking onto hers with a mischievous glint. "But I could ask you to come with me. You could keep me company, and maybe make the evening tolerable."

Lily chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, her MILFy figure swaying slightly as she shifted in her seat. "Oh, I don’t think so," she said, her voice playful but firm. "Remember last month? That hangover was brutal. I’m not exactly in the mood for more drinking yet."

James let out a low, dramatic sigh, his hazel eyes gleaming with mock disappointment. "Fine, have it your way, my love. But know this: I'll be thinking of you all night, imagining those luscious curves of yours and wondering what could've been." He pushed himself up from the chair, his well-toned frame moving with the grace of an Auror, every muscle defined beneath his robes. His hand brushed against the back of her chair as he leaned in, his breath whispering against her ear. "Maybe I'll have to make it up to you... later."

Lily chuckled, the sound rich and sultry, her cheeks flushing with a mix of amusement and arousal. She turned her head just enough to meet his gaze, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm counting on it," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. Her hand reached up, her fingers tracing the edge of his jaw, the touch sending a shiver down his spine. "But for now," she continued, her tone playful yet firm, "you'd better get going before Sirius decides to make good on his threat."

James groaned, though there was no real complaint in it. He glanced at his watch, the movement drawing attention to his strong, capable hands—hands that had explored every inch of her body just that morning.

After James finally heads off back to work Lily sighs in mild annoyance, her evening with her husband being disturbed, she was really annoyed at James he had begged off twice already both times due to plans with her and Lily was aware that a degree of camaraderie was helpful when working on a team like the aurors. With little chance of James coming back sober Lily pulls out the TV guide and decides to check what's on for the evening.

As the rest of the day played out Lily managed to get all her work done, sent a letter off to Harry promising to leave the potion where it was and even had a chat with Andromeda for almost an hour. As the evening wore on she sat herself down and watched the news as well as the evening Soap Opera's and finally a new game show she found herself honestly kind of bored with.

As the evening sky turned dark and night was rapidly approaching she was finally greeted by the sound of her husband popping out of the fireplace. Tired and a stupid grin on his face not to mention looking slightly dishevelled it was obvious he was drunk.

James stumbled out of the fireplace, his robes disheveled and a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Lily, my love," he slurred, his hazel eyes gleaming with a mix of **** and desire. He staggered towards her, his well-toned frame swaying slightly as he tried to maintain his balance. "I missed you so much tonight," he murmured, his voice low and husky, filled with longing.

Lily rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips as she set the TV guide aside. "You reek of firewhisky, James Potter," she teased, her voice laced with amusement. She stood up, her curvy figure silhouetted against the dim light of the room, and walked towards him. "And you look like you've had one too many," she added, her green eyes sparkling with a mix of exasperation and arousal.

James chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Maybe I did," he admitted, his breath hot against her ear. "But it didn't stop me from thinking about you the whole time." His hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, her breasts, sending shivers down her spine. "I couldn't wait to get back to you," he whispered, his voice filled with raw desire.

Lily sighed, her body responding to his touch despite her initial annoyance.

Lily's annoyance melted away as James's hands traced her curves, his touch igniting a familiar flame within her. "You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want to make up for tonight," she teased, her voice husky with desire. James's lips met hers in a fierce kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands pulled her closer.

Lily wrinkled her nose in distaste, the smell of firewhisky heavy on James's breath. "Ugh, James, you reek," she said, pushing him gently but firmly away. Her hands lingered on his chest for a moment before she stepped back, her green eyes narrowing playfully. "You can't seriously expect me to let you touch me like that when you smell like a barroom floor."

James chuckled, his grin still plastered on his face. "Ah, come on, Lil," he slurred, his voice low and persuasive. "I've missed you all day. Don't make me wait any longer." He reached for her again, his hands brushing against her hips before she dodged him.

"No, James," Lily said firmly, though her voice was tinged with amusement. "You need to do something about that breath first. I'll meet you in the bedroom, but you'd better not keep me waiting." She turned and walked away, the sway of her hips deliberate, leaving James to stumble towards the kitchen in search of a solution.

James stumbled into the kitchen, his mission to freshen up before rejoining Lily momentarily derailed by his parched throat. He fumbled with the fridge door, managing to yank it open after a couple of attempts. The cool air hit him, and he squinted at the contents, his vision slightly blurred. "Water... need water," he muttered to himself, scanning the shelves. His hand reached for what he thought was a pitcher of juice, but instead, he grabbed a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. "Oh, juice," he slurred, popping the cork and downing the contents in one gulp. The taste was bitter, but he barely noticed, too focused on quenching his thirst.