Yellow Leaves Fallin' on Summer Romance
Title: Yellow Leaves Fallin' on Summer Romance
Rating: PG-13 for sexual situations, language
Characters/Pairings: James/Lily, Petunia
Genre: Romance, fluff
Spoilers: None
Summary: It's been one summer too long, so they'll run away.
Disclaimers: Everything Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic Press and is used without their permission here. I, however, do not make claim to what is theirs and only what is mine.
Notes: Big hugs and thanks to
pixel_0 for the beta. Yes, I know, I'm paying your dentist bill. All other mistakes are mine alone. Cross posted around. Um, this is my first "real" romance fic...we'll see how it goes. Constructive concrit welcome.
Autumn Sunshine Falling on Summer Romance
The smell of late summer fruit hung heavy in the air, sun warming the already blushing apples as Lily reached for one. She inhaled deeply, smiling, then plucked another piece of fruit and dropped it into the makeshift basket of James’s shirt.
The morning had been warm, autumn sun shining brightly, when James had Apparated into her room. She’d been sleeping, light slanting across her face when a light kiss against her cheek had woken her.
She’d opened her eyes to meet his laughing hazel ones.
“James!” she hissed. Her parents already disliked James and hadn’t let her see him since they had graduated from Hogwarts in June. Having him there in her bedroom at 6:30 in the morning would not improve matters. “What are you doing? My parents will murder you! You have to get out of here!” She sat upright, hair in a tumbled mess.
“Hey to you, too.” He sat, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. Seeing him in Muggle clothes, not school robes, was odd. But not unpleasant. She pursed her lips, unsure if she was amused or not as he gathered Lily into his lap. “Run away with me. Just for today,” he whispered, kissing along her jaw as his arms curled around her protectively.
“Mm,” she mumbled, tipping her head back onto his shoulder, not caring to disagree as her stomach fluttered delightfully.
Minutes later, she had stumbled back into her room, a pair of dark jeans and a green blouse thrown on, her wand thoughtfully stuck in her back pocket. She grinned up at James, who smirked back, then Apparated them from her room in Surrey.
They had reappeared in a small town. They had breakfast there, the first customers of the day in a small café. Lily paid with Muggle money that James had stuffed in his jeans. Then they had started to walk, taking advantage of the uncommonly warm autumn weather, talking of everything and nothing, touching the entire time, laughing as Lily had not since early summer.
Early in the afternoon, they had stumbled across an abandoned orchard, the squat house that had once been whitewashed stone now dilapidated rubble, so they had taken advantage of the trees heavily laden with unpicked fruit. When Lily had lamented that she didn’t have a basket to carry the apples in, James had shucked his t-shirt and handed it to Lily.
----
From her perch in the tree, Lily could still see the abandoned farmhouse out of the corner of her eye. In her mind, she rebuilt it to its former rustic beauty and could see herself in the doorway watching the sun set, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her-
“Jump down, Lily!” James’s voice called from below. She looked past her dangling legs to his face, smiling up at her. A yellow leaf stuck in his perpetually messy hair, giving him the look of a modern Pan.
“I’m afraid I’ll fall!” Lily called back, teasing. They both knew she could Apparate there.
“I’ll catch you!” He folded his arms across his bare chest.
She shook her head, sunlight glinting off her curls. “What if you can’t?”
James rolled his eyes then, with a small pop, appeared next to her. Lily shrieked as he grabbed her around the waist and Apparated back to the ground where they fell in a heap. The sling burst open, rosy apples rolling through the uncut grass.
They lay under the tree for sometime, sun filtering down onto their faces. Lily’s face was buried in James’s warm shoulder as his arms wound around her and tangled in her hair.
“I could stay here forever,” Lily whispered, her breath tickling his ear.
James softly laughed, a rumble underneath her fingers splayed on his chest. “What would your parents think? I kidnapped you, dragged you to the wilderness, and now I throw you out of a tree”
Lily lifted her head, staring into James’s eyes. “As long as you’re here, I don’t care,” she said fiercely.
He grinned suddenly, brilliantly, before bending his head and kissing her. He tilted her head back, fingers moving, cupping her face as Lily’s hands slid up his chest and around his neck, curling around his shoulders as though hanging on to him to stop from drowning.
“I don’t think your parents would’ve liked me doing that to you at all.” James said, smirking, as he pulled back.
Cheeks flushed, Lily shook her head. “They’d probably want to beat you.”
James cocked his head to the side, breeze ruffling the strands of his hair. “Not kill me? Hmm. Obviously I’m not nearly as naughty as my reputation maintains. Have to fix that.”
Gently flipping Lily onto her back, he kissed her again, slowly and insistently, rising over her. She sighed against his lips, smiling happily before kissing him back. She ran her hands down the muscles of his back. James shuddered as she lightly trailed her fingers down his shoulder blades.
He left kissing her lips and moved down her neck, hands fingering the hem of her shirt. Mouthing across Lily’s collarbone, he slid his large hands up under the fabric, leaving hot trails across her skin, making her gasp slightly.
“Now would they want to kill me?” he said quietly, lips brushing her neck again as he withdrew his hands from beneath her shirt, bracing his arms on either side of her head.
Lily slumped to the grass, cool stems against flushed skin. “Oh hell yes. I’d probably be dead too for letting you do that.” He laughed in response.
The sun ducked behind a cloud, casting the day into a tiny twilight. James shivered slightly. He sighed, then rolled onto his side, groping for his discarded shirt.
Lily chuckled weakly as he pulled it on. “Time to get me back home, then? She brushed leaves out of her hair. “Let the lectures commence.”
James leaned over and plucked another leaf out of her curls. He chastely kissed her on the lips. “You can always come back home with me.”
----
When Lily arrived back home, her parents had left for the afternoon, not really worried. The hasty note Lily had left them-“Went with James for the day. Be back whenever. Love, Lily”-had certainly made them angry, but they had plans that couldn’t be put off to reprimand their daughter. Petunia was the only one in the house; her blond hair in curlers as she prepared for a dance Vernon and she were going to that night.
“Where have you been?” she sneered, glancing at Lily’s rumpled clothes, eyebrows raised as she thought of all the risqué-and almost certainly untrue-stories she could tell her friends. “Lily was with her boyfriend today, and I’m quite certain that they-they had sex! She looked utterly disheveled!”
“Out,” Lily absently replied, smiling a little. “Have a good time with Vernon,” she called as she went to her room.
Petunia gaped as she watched Lily go, then, bending to the ground, picked up what had dropped from Lily’s hair. It was a yellow leaf.
Fin
Rating: PG-13 for sexual situations, language
Characters/Pairings: James/Lily, Petunia
Genre: Romance, fluff
Spoilers: None
Summary: It's been one summer too long, so they'll run away.
Disclaimers: Everything Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic Press and is used without their permission here. I, however, do not make claim to what is theirs and only what is mine.
Notes: Big hugs and thanks to
pixel_0 for the beta. Yes, I know, I'm paying your dentist bill. All other mistakes are mine alone. Cross posted around. Um, this is my first "real" romance fic...we'll see how it goes. Constructive concrit welcome.
Autumn Sunshine Falling on Summer Romance
The smell of late summer fruit hung heavy in the air, sun warming the already blushing apples as Lily reached for one. She inhaled deeply, smiling, then plucked another piece of fruit and dropped it into the makeshift basket of James’s shirt.
The morning had been warm, autumn sun shining brightly, when James had Apparated into her room. She’d been sleeping, light slanting across her face when a light kiss against her cheek had woken her.
She’d opened her eyes to meet his laughing hazel ones.
“James!” she hissed. Her parents already disliked James and hadn’t let her see him since they had graduated from Hogwarts in June. Having him there in her bedroom at 6:30 in the morning would not improve matters. “What are you doing? My parents will murder you! You have to get out of here!” She sat upright, hair in a tumbled mess.
“Hey to you, too.” He sat, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. Seeing him in Muggle clothes, not school robes, was odd. But not unpleasant. She pursed her lips, unsure if she was amused or not as he gathered Lily into his lap. “Run away with me. Just for today,” he whispered, kissing along her jaw as his arms curled around her protectively.
“Mm,” she mumbled, tipping her head back onto his shoulder, not caring to disagree as her stomach fluttered delightfully.
Minutes later, she had stumbled back into her room, a pair of dark jeans and a green blouse thrown on, her wand thoughtfully stuck in her back pocket. She grinned up at James, who smirked back, then Apparated them from her room in Surrey.
They had reappeared in a small town. They had breakfast there, the first customers of the day in a small café. Lily paid with Muggle money that James had stuffed in his jeans. Then they had started to walk, taking advantage of the uncommonly warm autumn weather, talking of everything and nothing, touching the entire time, laughing as Lily had not since early summer.
Early in the afternoon, they had stumbled across an abandoned orchard, the squat house that had once been whitewashed stone now dilapidated rubble, so they had taken advantage of the trees heavily laden with unpicked fruit. When Lily had lamented that she didn’t have a basket to carry the apples in, James had shucked his t-shirt and handed it to Lily.
----
From her perch in the tree, Lily could still see the abandoned farmhouse out of the corner of her eye. In her mind, she rebuilt it to its former rustic beauty and could see herself in the doorway watching the sun set, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her-
“Jump down, Lily!” James’s voice called from below. She looked past her dangling legs to his face, smiling up at her. A yellow leaf stuck in his perpetually messy hair, giving him the look of a modern Pan.
“I’m afraid I’ll fall!” Lily called back, teasing. They both knew she could Apparate there.
“I’ll catch you!” He folded his arms across his bare chest.
She shook her head, sunlight glinting off her curls. “What if you can’t?”
James rolled his eyes then, with a small pop, appeared next to her. Lily shrieked as he grabbed her around the waist and Apparated back to the ground where they fell in a heap. The sling burst open, rosy apples rolling through the uncut grass.
They lay under the tree for sometime, sun filtering down onto their faces. Lily’s face was buried in James’s warm shoulder as his arms wound around her and tangled in her hair.
“I could stay here forever,” Lily whispered, her breath tickling his ear.
James softly laughed, a rumble underneath her fingers splayed on his chest. “What would your parents think? I kidnapped you, dragged you to the wilderness, and now I throw you out of a tree”
Lily lifted her head, staring into James’s eyes. “As long as you’re here, I don’t care,” she said fiercely.
He grinned suddenly, brilliantly, before bending his head and kissing her. He tilted her head back, fingers moving, cupping her face as Lily’s hands slid up his chest and around his neck, curling around his shoulders as though hanging on to him to stop from drowning.
“I don’t think your parents would’ve liked me doing that to you at all.” James said, smirking, as he pulled back.
Cheeks flushed, Lily shook her head. “They’d probably want to beat you.”
James cocked his head to the side, breeze ruffling the strands of his hair. “Not kill me? Hmm. Obviously I’m not nearly as naughty as my reputation maintains. Have to fix that.”
Gently flipping Lily onto her back, he kissed her again, slowly and insistently, rising over her. She sighed against his lips, smiling happily before kissing him back. She ran her hands down the muscles of his back. James shuddered as she lightly trailed her fingers down his shoulder blades.
He left kissing her lips and moved down her neck, hands fingering the hem of her shirt. Mouthing across Lily’s collarbone, he slid his large hands up under the fabric, leaving hot trails across her skin, making her gasp slightly.
“Now would they want to kill me?” he said quietly, lips brushing her neck again as he withdrew his hands from beneath her shirt, bracing his arms on either side of her head.
Lily slumped to the grass, cool stems against flushed skin. “Oh hell yes. I’d probably be dead too for letting you do that.” He laughed in response.
The sun ducked behind a cloud, casting the day into a tiny twilight. James shivered slightly. He sighed, then rolled onto his side, groping for his discarded shirt.
Lily chuckled weakly as he pulled it on. “Time to get me back home, then? She brushed leaves out of her hair. “Let the lectures commence.”
James leaned over and plucked another leaf out of her curls. He chastely kissed her on the lips. “You can always come back home with me.”
----
When Lily arrived back home, her parents had left for the afternoon, not really worried. The hasty note Lily had left them-“Went with James for the day. Be back whenever. Love, Lily”-had certainly made them angry, but they had plans that couldn’t be put off to reprimand their daughter. Petunia was the only one in the house; her blond hair in curlers as she prepared for a dance Vernon and she were going to that night.
“Where have you been?” she sneered, glancing at Lily’s rumpled clothes, eyebrows raised as she thought of all the risqué-and almost certainly untrue-stories she could tell her friends. “Lily was with her boyfriend today, and I’m quite certain that they-they had sex! She looked utterly disheveled!”
“Out,” Lily absently replied, smiling a little. “Have a good time with Vernon,” she called as she went to her room.
Petunia gaped as she watched Lily go, then, bending to the ground, picked up what had dropped from Lily’s hair. It was a yellow leaf.
Fin