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Oh, I like this one! Almost-but-not smutty. XD

Fantasies
HP – James/Lily – Crayon - 217

Harry is over with Remus and Sirius, hopefully safe while being spoiled to death, and James and Lily stumble through the door of their home with their mouths pressed tightly together, Lily’s hair in disarray as their fingers twine together at her nape. Lily loses a shoe somewhere along the hallway to the stairs, James’s coat gets stepped on as it’s thrown to the floor by uncaring hands. He murmurs Love you in that distracted way of his she adores, easy and honest, as if it’s just a reflex to say the words, and she answers back with a you silly, wonderful man.

They fall to the ground somewhere in the living room, their lips, swelled and dark pink-stained with her make-up, come apart for a second as they groan. I think I landed over Harry’s crayons, she says, and he laughs as he rolls them away. His cold hands get under her blouse, her right leg goes up around his thigh; and everything’s perfect, for a second.

Later, when they lay spent on the carpet surrounded by clothes and Harry’s toys, she plays with the hair below his navel as he hums slowly with his eyes closed like he always does after sex, and she imagines a world in which it can always stay like this.