Lily couldn't help the tentative thrill that shot through her when James deepened her kiss. She thought she could feel a shag coming on, but James had been so preoccupied and unhappy lately that she wasn't sure if he could possibly want that now. It wasn't like she was feeling sexually deprived or anything--okay, okay maybe just a little--but really she just wanted any sign that he was still sane. And... well, not happy, but coping. Dealing?
She had been dying for so long to just see one sign that James was okay. She knew it was impossible to ask in this situation, but Merlin did she want him to be.
Oy, Lily, stop, she thought. He was touching her and kissing her in ways he hadn't in far too long. She mentally kicked herself to stop overanalyzing and just enjoy this--but his smile helped a lot. It felt genuine. It felt wonderful.
While trying not to break their liplock, Lily climbed up onto her knees on the bed and moved so that she was straddling her husband, each knee pushing into the soft comforter on either side of him. Gently, she pushed her weight against James' chest, forcing him to lay down, and she lowered down with him, one hand going out to hold herself up over his body.
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