A/N: This is for MissingMommy, whose obsession with the word 'twat muffin' has paid off in this drabble.

"You honestly like it though?" James asked rather self-consciously, fiddling with the bulky sleeves. "You don't think it makes me look silly?"

Lily was lounging on their conjoined bed with her feet kicked up behind her and a mischievous grin playing on her features. "'Silly' wouldn't even begin to describe how you look. Try 'saucy' or 'luscious.' Almost good enough to eat," she added, licking her lips in a way that convinced James that this had been a good idea.

Sirius had been traveling a lot (on official business courtesy of the Order), and a flying motorcycle was obviously too conspicuous. So he decided to use James and Lily's cottage as a car park for the time being, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He'd left all his equipment, and the couple had fully taken advantage of it to get out for some late night rides. Lily - James had discovered - was quite the biker girl, and they were even looking at getting one of their own. Sirius had also left his favourite leather jacket, one that James was currently sporting, modeling for the purpose of Lily's pleasure.

"No wonder Sirius gets all the birds," James smirked, striking a few more poses in the jacket and ruffling up his hair, an action that usually left Lily in a quivering mess.

"Excuse me!" Lily shrieked indignantly. "You've gotten this bird, so I wouldn't be complaining if I were you." She got up then to resettle herself cross-legged on the bed, before nonchalantly sniffing, "Besides, you look much better than Sirius in that; quite the natural stud muffin, I'd say."

"Stud muffin, huh?" James asked, admiring himself, and trying not to let the compliment go to his head. "Well if I'm a natural stud muffin, that makes my best girl a natural twat muffin."

Lily's jaw dropped in a way so comical that James just had to bust up laughing. Her face ranged from shocked, to confused, and finally settled on cross, her hands finding their way to her hips and her hair making it appear as if she were on fire. "James Potter, you take that back!" she cried, glaring at him profusely.

"What? You don't think I look fit in this?" he replied innocently, biting his lip to keep a straight face, despite having just recovered from the giggles.

"What do you mean I'm a 'twat muffin.' You're aware that's an insult, right?"

"I thought it sounded rather cute," James said, loving the way Lily looked when she was angry. "It means I want to devour you as well."

"A 'twat' is not a nice thing to call a young lady, Mister Potter. Didn't your Mum ever tell you that?" she reprimanded, waving his finger at him. "I won't let you get off so easy next time."

"Oh?" James grinned, sinking onto the bed and trapping Lily beneath him. "You don't like being the apple of my eye, love? The centre of my world? I don't think it's such a bad thing." James could practically see her resolve beginning to wilt, before she grabbed him around the neck and pulled him down.

"Not a bad thing at all," she answered breathlessly, before crushing their lips together.