FF decided it didn't like this smutty one shot and took it down. Now that I'm allowed to post again, I'm making it a two-shot.

When James walks back into the ballroom, he strides purposefully over to where Lily is standing talking with his parents. "There you are," he grins broadly and wraps his arm around her waist. Lily smiles a bit cheekily at him, "Here I am."

Euphemia smiles at James, reaches up and adjusts his hair, "You could have at least fixed your hair while you were in the bathroom, James."

James flushes a bit, colour hitting the hit points of his cheeks, and he stuffs a hair in his hair, "Blimey, Mum."

Lily laughs, smiles broadly at Euphemia, "I'm glad that it's still this easy to embarrass him."

Lily reaches up and straightens his spectacles a bit, raises a cheeky eyebrow at him. James' cheeks burns a bit brighter, from (probably) a combination of her adjustment and the memory of how they'd gotten that crooked in the first place. Fleamont laughs, a rich, booming laugh that always reminds Lily so much of James', "Oh, son, you're in trouble."

Lily smiles at Fleamont, "You tell him that every time I embarrass him."

Fleamont chuckles, "Only because I know very well what he's going to be put through for the rest of his life."

James' arm twitches a bit around Lily's waist as Euphemia clicks her tongue, "Oh," and swats Fleamont's arm, "you've loved every minute of it, don't you dare pretend otherwise."

James leans over a presses a soft kiss to the side of her head, "I don't doubt I'll love it, too."

They make their way around the room a few more times, Lily's hands getting increasingly daring as they talk with this couple or that (spurred on instead of sated by their tryst in the stairs), before James finally snaps. He clears his throat, looks at Lily, "You know, love, my stomach is still bothering me a bit."

Lily frowns, knits her eyebrows together, lays a concerned hand on his arm, "Oh, no. I told you that you might overexert yourself tonight."

She turns back to Mr and Mrs Ashford, who are studying them with concerned looks on their faces, "I'm afraid we really must be going. Lovely party as always, Charlotte," Lily leans forward and drops kisses to the air around both of Mrs Ashford's cheeks while James shakes Mr Ashford's hand. "So sorry, we can't stay for the auction, John - I'll make out a cheque for the foundation and slip it to Mary on our way out?"

The Ashfords are both concerned with James' apparent condition and grateful for his promised generosity, the perfect blend of aristocratic emotional expression. Lily whispers this to James as they turn to go and James has to stifle a laugh in his hand.

True to his word, James does pass Mary, the charity's representative, a cheque as he and Lily pass her on their way out of the ballroom, while Lily texts Sirius that James' stomach is bothering him and could he please let their mum and dad know they've left. Sirius sends back a wink emoji that is all too knowing, but he swears to pass along the message all the same.

James' hands start brushing along her sides while they're standing on the sidewalk in front of the hotel, waiting for the car to be brought back round. She laughs as he brushes her hair over to one side, leans forward, starts trailing light kisses along the back of her neck. "We still have the drive home, you know," she tries to sound stern, but she's breathless already and the smile against her neck tells her that he's heard the want in her voice.

The attendant pulls up in James' car, jumps out of the driver's seat and walks around the front to open the door for Lily. James grins at him when he walks back to stand at the podium, shakes his hand, and hands him a banknote.

"You just tipped him some absurd amount, didn't you," Lily asks, and James climbs in, pulls the door shut, and puts the car into gear. James lets his fingers brush against her thigh when he moves the car into second, "He brought the car round in less than five minutes. Of course I tipped him an absurd amount."

She rolls her eyes, "You're such a posh bastard, you know that?"

James chuckles, "Don't I know it, Evans."

James turns onto the A4 and Lily turns to him, "Going to yours or mine?"

James shoots her a look, "Do you have a preference?"

Lily shrugs, "I know Mar and Dorcas were going out tonight, but I'm not sure if they're going to be go back to our flat or Dorcas'. It's probably best we just go to yours."

"And," James moves his hand off the gearshift for a moment, rubs his hand along the inside of her thigh where her dress had ridden up, "I live a lot closer than you do."

Lily snorts, "Please, Chelsea is not that must closer than Battersea. I'm just across the River!"

James moves his hand from her thigh as they hit the roundabout, turns on the A3212, "Regardless, I'd rather get you home as quickly as humanly possible."

He shoots her a look that makes her stomach clench, and when he doesn't say anything else, she decides that a bit more teasing couldn't kill him. She moves her hand over, careful not to knock the gearshift, and places her hand on James' thigh. He looks at her briefly before turning his eyes back to the road, "What are you doing, Evans?"

She shrugs, "Nothing," but she passes her hand over his groin and he groans, his hand tightening on the gearshift.

"Are you trying to get me to crash the car?" His voice sounds strained and when he looks at her again, his hazel eyes are burning into hers. She presses her palm against him, smiling as he groans and hardens under her fingertips, "Just trying to make sure you're good and ready when we get home, Potter."

He turns right onto his street just past the hospital, parks his car quicker than she's ever seen him park it in his life, and whips his seatbelt off. James doesn't bother waiting for her to get out, just slams the car door shut behind him and climbs the front stairs while he fiddles with his keys. Lily scrambles out of the car a moment after James shuts his door, wraps her arms around his waist when she reaches him, works her hands up under his open suit jacket as he tries to unlock the door.

He finally manages to get the front door unlocked and he grabs her arm from underneath his coat, pulls her into the building in front of him, kicks the door shut behind them. She is half tempted to turn around and start kissing him, but she remembers the bruised arse she got the last time she tried to do that far too well - she settles for swinging her hips a bit more than she normally would as she climbs the stairs to his second floor flat. He groans when they're about halfway up the stairs and she looks over her shoulder at him, laughs, "Not fast enough for you, Potter?" He swats her arse and she squeals, before taking the rest of the stairs at a considerably faster pace.

She can hear James fumbling with the keys behind her when they reach his landing, but he manages, miraculously, to get his door opened in a decent amount of time. He slams the door shut behind them, drops his keys unceremoniously onto the floor, and wraps his arms around her, presses his mouth to hers.

She frantically starts unbuttoning his dress shirt while he unzips her dress and pushes it over her shoulders, lets it pool at her feet. He moved his hands over her sides, his fingers spreading out over her skin as he presses her back against the wall. Her shoulders hit the wall with a huff, James shrugs out of suit jacket and it falls to the floor with a thud as her hands move between them again, popping the last of the buttons on his shirt and pushing the sleeves down over his shoulders. James kisses her neck, unhooks her bra, she undoes his belt while he lets his shirt fall off his arms and onto the floor.

James drops to his knees in front of her and puts his hands on her hips. Lily sucks in a harsh breath as he hooks his fingers over the waistband of her knickers and slides them unceremoniously off her. She picks her feet up one at a time to kick them off, and James grabs her left calf before she can put it back down, hitches her leg over his shoulder. She pulls in another ragged breath, as James leans closer to her, his eyes burning into hers. Her breathing picks up and James grins, runs his hands along the backs of her thighs, "What do you want, Evans?"

She groans, he knows bloody well what she wants, and she tells him as much. He chuckles, his hot breath blowing over her and making her leg tremble, tighten on his shoulder.

"Come on, Evans," he says, leaning forward just a bit more as he moves his hands up, grabs her arse, "just say it."

He leans forward, presses light kisses to the inside of her thigh, and she pulls in another rough breath, "Fuck."

He smiles against her thigh but doesn't move any farther up her leg and she knows he'll sit there all night waiting for her to ask if she's really going to be so stubborn about it. Bastard, bastard, bastard - "I want your mouth on me." She sounds desperate and needy and god knows what else, but James hums against her thigh, presses his mouth against her, and she doesn't care about how ridiculous she must have sounded. He flicks his tongue against her clit and her hands move down, bury themselves in his hair, and she presses the back of her head against the wall, "Fuck, James," sucks in another ragged breath.

Normally, he's one to tease her, to move his mouth around, vary the pressure, the speed, to get her right to the edge and hold her there for as long as she can stand it, but tonight, he doesn't seem interested in prolonging things and thank god because she's been desperate for him for hours. He slips two fingers inside of her, and she moans, her voice echoing around them now that she doesn't have to worry about being quiet. He hums against her and she tightens her grip in his hair, "Fuck."

He can tell she's close, and when he sweeps his tongue over her, curls his fingers inside her, she clenches down on him, moans loudly as James' groans against her again. He slows his tongue over her and when her fingers loosen in his hair, he grasps her hips in his hands, kisses his way up her stomach, over her breasts, before he weaves his fingers into her hair and kisses her again. She groans into his mouth, reaches down to start unbuttoning his trousers, and he smiles against her lips. Her hands are still shaking and she knows that he's proud of himself, the bastard, but she ignores him and slides his pants and trousers down his thighs, and takes him in her hand.

He breaks the kiss with a gasp as she moves her hand over him in long, firm strokes, but she only gets a few in before his hands are at her hips again, he turns her and presses her chest into the wall.

"This position again?" She casts him a look over her shoulder and he chuckles; she's surprised that he can understand her with how quickly she's breathing. "I've been thinking about fucking you like this since we were in the stairs," he says, his mouth moves to her neck and she groans, presses her forearm harder against the wall, "and I figured we might as well give it a shot."

How he can sound so annoyingly casual is beyond her, and she's about to turn around and snap at him to just fuck her already when he slams into her. He doesn't bother building up to it, doesn't bother going slowly, and she groans, "Fucking hell," presses back into him to meet his thrusts. His fingers are pressing into her hips as he moves, his thrusts getting faster, deeper all the time, his mouth is hot against her neck, and she's already on edge again, trembling between his body and the wall. She moves one of her arms from the wall beside her head, brushes her fingers over her clit, and moans, clenches down on him a bit and drawing a groan from James.

"You close?" He's panting and she can tell by the way his fingers are digging into her now that he must be. He shifts the angle of his hips and hits a particularly sensitive spot, "Yeah," she groans, "Do that again."

He does and she moans, sweeps her fingers over her clit again, "Harder… I'm - "

He picks up speed as she moves her fingers, and a few more well-aimed thrusts are all that it takes to send her over the edge. He groans as soon as she starts clenching down on him, his thrusts become shallower, a bit more erratic as he rides out his orgasm.

He leans forward after a moment, presses his forehead against her shoulder blades and lets his breathing slow, trails his hands slowly up and down her sides. He takes a deep breath, presses a few light kisses to her back before he sits up, pulls back, and groans, "Fuck, we don't have a towel or anything."

He looks around for a moment before he grabs his shirt from the floor and hands it to her, "Here."

She shoots him a look, "This is a nice shirt."

He shrugs, "The bathroom is too far and I'm fairly sure you don't want to drip - "

"Ugh, god, okay, stop," she holds up a hand and cleans herself up before throwing the shirt at his head. "I can't believe you just ruined a perfectly good shirt."

James shrugs, "I've got dozens, I won't miss it."

She smacks his bare chest, "You are such a posh bastard!"

James just grins, wraps his arms around her waist, and presses her against him, "You love me."

She sighs, but the smile on her lips gives her away, "I do."

He leans down and kisses her again, a soft, tender kiss a far cry from the rough, desperate ones they'd shared just a few minutes ago. She always loves this, how he can fuck her within an inch of her damn life and then weave his fingers into her hair, make her heart swell in her chest as he moves his lips over hers, reminding her how much he loves her. She smiles against his lips, and must be it infectious because he returns it before he nips her bottom lip playfully, brushes his thumb along her jaw, kisses her again.

His mobile beeps from his long abandoned jacket and James swears against her lips, "Twice in one bloody night."

Lily laughs, "At least we're done this time."

She picks up his jacket and hands it to him while she scoops the rest of their clothes off the floor, pads off into James' room to drop them into the laundry and grab herself a t shirt from his chest of drawers. James is beet red when he walks into his room a moment later, hands his phone to her. "What," she asks, smiling at him. He shakes his head, still blushing furiously, "Read it."

Mum: Nice try with the "stomach" story, James x