AN: Smut alert! This is one of the reasons this fic is rated M. If Lily and James getting down and dirty is not your thing, I recommend you skip this one! Though, as always, I tried to keep this tasteful.

Disclaimer: JKR owns.


October 31st, 1978

Lily giggled against his mouth as he kissed her, pulling back slightly to bite her lower lip upon realizing how loud the sound really was. James, however, was unconcerned and moved his lips to her jaw and down the length of her neck, itching to reach her exposed collarbones. His arms pulled her body closer to his and in response, Lily emitted as sigh that broke the silence of the dark living room.

"Dorcas is going to murder us," she whispered, breath hot in his ear. Despite her words, she made no effort to pull away from him. If anything, her body pressed itself even much closer.

James hummed against her throat, sending a shiver down her spine. "She doesn't have to know." He pulled back to flash her the lopsided smirk that he knew drove her mad. And just as he predicted, he could already see her eyes darkening.

"She'll know if you're as loud as you were last time." He was about to reply something clever about her being the loud one, but she bit her bottom lip again, arching an eyebrow invitingly in the way that drove him mad.

He caught her lips in his again, this time his tongue pushing against hers. She kissed him back just as eagerly and before he knew it, he found himself being pushed against the closed door.

His stomach always tightened when she did that.

"I love you," she informed him in a whisper, but to him, they were the loudest three words in the world.

"Well, that's a relief," he said with a grin that betrayed nothing of his erratic, stuttering heart. "What with tomorrow."

Lily laughed but stopped immediately when the sound resonated loudly around the walls of the room. They stood very still, straining their ears for any indication that she had awoken Dorcas. When nothing but silence rang throughout the flat, she grinned at James, taking his hand and wordlessly leading down the unfamiliar path to the room Lily was using in Dorcas's flat for the night.

Very silently, she shut the door of the bedroom closed and flicked the lights on. Now that he could properly see her, his eyes fell on the dress she wore at dinner earlier, and just like before, he found it much more distracting that he was willing to admit. There was no need for him to, however, since Lily was quick on noticing.

With a coy smirk, she crossed her arms over her chest, obstructing his view, and asked, "Like what you see, Potter?"

"Always have, Evans," he returned.

She shifted her weight challengingly. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"Oh, I've got plenty of things I want to do in mind." He moved closer, prompting her to bite her lip again in the way that shattered his resolve to tease her.

"Yeah?" she asked, though this time, her voice was considerably lower, almost a raspy whisper that made his blood run hot. "Tell me."

"Better if I show you."

She had something clever and equally as seductive to reply, no doubt, but James stole the words as he broke the distance between them and kissed her, his movements measured, his hands patiently sliding down her sides. He could feel her body already reacting to him. Her impatience and sheer need for him hummed throughout her body and resonated in her sigh, like hot, live electricity. Despite his own raw urge to just crush his lips against hers and to secure her smooth, slender legs around his waist, he continued his deliberate movements, relishing the anticipation they both loved so much.

Lily, not as patient as he was, moved her body flush against his, her hands tugging at his hair, her sigh tugging at his chest, an invisible rope pulling him closer to her. Letting her eagerness take over, she pushed her lips fiercely against his, encouraging a smug smirk from him. She felt it and pulled back to scowl at him, though the effect of the gesture was entirely lost with the glint blazing in her eyes.

"Miss my body, Evans?" he teased.

"I could just stop right now if I wanted to, you know," she said breathlessly and thus unconvincingly.

His smirk grew wickeder as a response, his hands finding their way to her hips. "You could," he allowed, moving his lips down to her neck, hands caressing a trail from her hips to the zipper of her dress. "But you don't want to." Very slowly, he pulled it down, following the path of uncovered skin with the fingers of his free hand. She shivered. "I saw the way you looked at me tonight." The words vibrated against her neck.

"I look at you like that always," she returned rather breathlessly.

He hummed in agreement against her throat, eliciting a soft whimper from her. "Like you're undressing me with your mind? Don't think I haven't noticed." Lily tilted her head to one side as his lips reached the ridges of his collarbones. A soft moan escaped her when he sucked lightly at the skin.

"You're lucky I didn't undress you with my hands then and there."

James grinned, peeling the fabric of her dress with his fingers and pressing kisses on her newly exposed shoulders. "Wouldn't exactly call that lucky, love."

Her dress continued to cling to her body, though barely. The fabric revealed more than it covered of her breasts, arms and back. It would only take the slightest of tugs to send it plunging to the floor…

"Move faster and get this sodding dress off me," Lily finally snapped, cheeks ablaze with color, lips swollen and yearning for more of his.

James chuckled but obeyed. With a final yank, the fabric slid to a pile on the floor.

He felt her body shiver slightly and in response, his hands stroked her sides as his lips slid down the curve of her shoulder. With his teeth, he teased and pulled at her black, lacy bra strap, making Lily squirm in his hands. It was his turn to shiver, high on the pleasure he got from her eagerness.

Lily, however, didn't remain still for long. Unlike him, she was quick to unbutton his shirt open with such readiness that she sent a few buttons flying around them. "Sorry," she muttered breathlessly.

"Eager?" he teased though his breathlessness ruined the effect. The redhead was too busy peeling his shirt off to notice anything. Her hands roamed his naked chest, as if she was uncertain of where to begin first. When she caught his lips with hers and pushed her tongue against his, he lost all control.

Kissing her back with as much fervor, his hands slid down to her thighs and hitched her legs around his waist. Lily's surprised whimper was lost against his lips, her arms swift in securing themselves around his neck. The heels of the black pumps he had no intention of removing dug into the back of his calves, sending him further into a dizzying frenzy.

Lips never leaving hers, he balanced her weight and backed her into a wooden desk in the corner of the room. As soon as he set her down on its surface, Lily wasted no time in unbuttoning his trousers, sliding them keenly down his hips along with his boxers.

A harsh groan left him when Lily gripped him, her green eyes meeting his before she began to stroke him. Their lips found each other's like magnets as she increased the pressure and speed of her movements. "Fuck," he grunted when her lips fell down to his neck as she continued her movements.

Lily moaned when he reached behind her and discarded of her bra, his lips replacing the fabric at once. Her body arched into his mouth at once, slowing her movements until her hands ceased to stroke him altogether. His mouth was doing too good of a job in distracting her. Her hands tangled themselves in the hair at the back of his head, pulling him down closer as he teased her breasts with lips, tongue, and teeth.

"James," she moaned, pushing her hips against his. He hissed against her chest, hands sliding down her body, fingers hooking around the hem of her knickers, the last piece of clothing clinging to her body.

"Off," Lily urged him breathlessly. He wouldn't have been so quick to obey any other night, taking his time instead to tease her, but they had been holding off for hours, sending each other meaningful looks across the dining hall. Without any trace of hesitation, he removed the garment, nails grazing lightly along her skin as he went. Lily whimpered and pulled him down to kiss him fiercely.

He pulled away soon after, allowing a moment to take in the sight of her, cheeks flushed and silky, red hair fanned out around her on the dark wood of the desk. Her eyes, hooded and dark, met his, silently pleading him to continue.

Leaning in to nuzzle her neck, he slowly entered her. Lily's moan reverberated against his lips at her throat, her body arching off the desk.

"Faster," she urged him breathlessly, fingers digging into his back along with the heels of her pumps.

James groaned but complied, his hips thrusting against hers so rapidly that the movement drove the desk further into the wall with loud thuds. That, along with their moans and cries, would have been enough to awaken the whole neighborhood. But as Lily cried out his name, he found that he didn't care.

Feeling himself close, he reached a hand in between them and rubbed Lily in rhythm with his thrusts. Her cries became louder, wilder. Her hands clutched the sides of the desk as she pushed her hips faster against his…

With one final cry, she lifted herself up to press her mouth savagely against his, the sound of her release muffled against his lips. He felt his orgasm rip through him only seconds later.

They stayed like that for several minutes, bodies glistening with sweat in the orange light of the glowing lamp. When James regained control of his breath and legs, he gently lifted her up and carried her to the small bed.

Lily pulled the covers around them, not bothering to be neat. Instead, she used her last bit of energy to kick off her heels and move closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Hmm," he hummed.

"What?" she asked, eyes heavy with sleep.

James raised his wristwatch over her shoulder to glance at the time. Grinning, he pressed a kiss on her lips. "It's past midnight. Happy anniversary," he told her.

She became very alert at that. "I didn't think you'd remember."

James shook his head in mock disbelief. "How could I forget? Especially with tomorrow," he glanced at his watched again and amended, "Well, today."

He could see the blush returning to her cheeks, neck and shoulders as she bit back the full extent of her grin. Without saying anything else, she leaned in to kiss him.

"Do you have to go back?" she asked, lips lingering on his, eyes still closed.

"Nah, I'll stay here if you want me overnight."

"I want you always," she told him softly, though her eyes were fully closed by now. It was lucky for him. At least she couldn't see the foolish grin that broke across his face at the words. Feeling his own lids heavy with sleep, he pulled her close to press a kiss on her forehead before sleep overtook him as well.

It was the bright rays of sunlight peeking through the closed curtains that awoke him, burning behind his eyelids until he shielded his hand over his eyes, a groggy curse tearing from his throat. Lily stirred next to him, covering her face from the bright light as well. Muttering a series of curses that she had learned only from him, she blindly reached for her wand on the bedside table and flicked the curtains closed. She blinked a few times before her startling green eyes focused on him, stirring his insides.

"Morning," she murmured, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

Her warm lips felt good against his skin. "Morning, Evans," he replied, moving his arm to pull her closer.

"Not for long," she was quick to correct, though James paid little attention, already missing the warmth of her lips. Before he could capture them in his, however, she twisted around in the sheets to look at the clock on the tiny bedside table. With a sigh, she informed him, "Dorcas is going to come get me in a few minutes."

Unconcerned, James pulled her close to him by the waist. Lily's tiny shriek of surprise gave way to laughter as her hands settled on his chest. "So now that you've had your way with me, you're kicking me out?" He plucked a kiss from her lips.

Lily's only response was a hum as she pressed her lips against his to stop him from breaking apart. "She'll kill you if she finds you here," she said when she finally broke away.

James chuckled.

"You think I'm joking," she said, pulling back slightly to look at his face. "She'll give you this long lecture about how it's bad luck and all that."

"S'all right," he told her, leaning in to kiss her neck. "I'm positive I already used up all my luck in getting you to marry me."

Lily's laughter was interrupted by a series of knocks on the door. "Lily," Dorcas's voice said from the hall. "You better get up if you want to be ready on time." She tried the knob several times. "Why is the door locked?"

Lily threw James a significant look before she called back loudly. "One moment, Doe. I'm getting dressed!"

"Don't be so ridiculous, Lily. It's nothing I haven't seen before," the other returned.

James raised his eyebrows at the redhead. Lily, however, only rolled her eyes. "I'm almost done. I promise," she called back.

"Fine," replied her friend through the door. "But if you're not ready in one minute, I'll hex the door down."

"She means it," Lily whispered to James, scrambling out of bed and urging him to do the same. Wordlessly, she untangled his clothes from hers and flung them at him. He caught them, amused smirk growing wider as she frantically kicked through garments, separating them.

Lily bit the inside of her cheek and the amusement in his smile slowly turned into fondness.

She was nervous.

He could see it in how her impatient hands raked through her hair as she knelt down to look for his shoes. The importance of the day was probably beginning to dawn on her just like it was on him.

His pulse quickened at the very thought.

"Potter, could you help me find your-" she stopped when she caught sight of the way he was looking at her. "What?"

He said nothing.

"Potter, what is it?"

"I love you," he told her, still unable to believe that after all those years of her asking the same thing, he could finally tell her.

Lily's face relaxed into a smile, the tension in her shoulders disappearing.

She rose to her feet and moved to him. With a soft kiss on the lips, she replied, "And I love you." She pressed another kiss on his lips before adding, "Now go get ready to marry me."

He grinned and stole one last kiss from her. "Been ready for ages, Evans."


AN: I have not abandoned this, I swear. You will get 1979 if it kills me.