He feels like celebrating if his head didn't hurt so damn much. From the looks of the bedroom, the events of the previous night were pretty wild. He feels sore in places he never knew he had. Still, from the hazy bits of memories he has, it was brilliant. He really ought to thank the lady. Or not thank, but tell her he had a wonderful time and he'd be more than up for another round.
Red hair. She does have lovely red... hair... and...]
she doesn't remember that, though she remembers drinking, and now she can he....ar a voice talking and at first the only reply is a muffled grumble as she puts a pillow over her head to drown him out--drown him out.
oh.
there's someone in bed with her.
that sounds like peter.
it's not unheard of to fall asleep draped all across one another but he sounds distressed and lily is quickly realizing she's naked and she sits up abruptly, pillow falling off the bed as she holds the sheet up to cover herself and-- ]
Oh.
[ that's all. oh. it takes her a moment to register - her head is fuzzy and she squints before she takes a shaking breath and looks at him, brows knit together. it's not like she's not single, but this is a lot of friendship faux pas in one. ] I take it we're not having a nice morning, then.
[ a beat. ] Damn, I need a cigarette. [ and not the saucy post-coital kind. ]
[Peter stares at Lily in shock, his mouth hanging open slightly.
This can't be happening. It's a dream. It must be a fucking nightmare. He reaches up and pinches his forearm hard, leaving a red spot behind. He winces which is proof enough that this isn't a dream.
It's not because Lily isn't a beautiful woman. Hell, Peter can admit when some ladies are just out of his league and Lily is right up there. It's the fact that she's James' girl. What was he going to tell James?
No. They couldn't tell James, or Remus, or Sirius. This was a mistake. She had to see that.]
It's a nice morning. Wonderful morning. It's just... I shouldn't be here. We shouldn't be here. Just... don't tell James, yeah? We don't have to tell him anything. Or anyone, for that matter, yeah?
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He feels like celebrating if his head didn't hurt so damn much. From the looks of the bedroom, the events of the previous night were pretty wild. He feels sore in places he never knew he had. Still, from the hazy bits of memories he has, it was brilliant. He really ought to thank the lady. Or not thank, but tell her he had a wonderful time and he'd be more than up for another round.
Red hair. She does have lovely red... hair... and...]
No. No.
[WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?]
i'm fucking crying this is hell
she doesn't remember that, though she remembers drinking, and now she can he....ar a voice talking and at first the only reply is a muffled grumble as she puts a pillow over her head to drown him out--drown him out.
oh.
there's someone in bed with her.
that sounds like peter.
it's not unheard of to fall asleep draped all across one another but he sounds distressed and lily is quickly realizing she's naked and she sits up abruptly, pillow falling off the bed as she holds the sheet up to cover herself and-- ]
Oh.
[ that's all. oh. it takes her a moment to register - her head is fuzzy and she squints before she takes a shaking breath and looks at him, brows knit together. it's not like she's not single, but this is a lot of friendship faux pas in one. ] I take it we're not having a nice morning, then.
[ a beat. ] Damn, I need a cigarette. [ and not the saucy post-coital kind. ]
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This can't be happening. It's a dream. It must be a fucking nightmare. He reaches up and pinches his forearm hard, leaving a red spot behind. He winces which is proof enough that this isn't a dream.
It's not because Lily isn't a beautiful woman. Hell, Peter can admit when some ladies are just out of his league and Lily is right up there. It's the fact that she's James' girl. What was he going to tell James?
No. They couldn't tell James, or Remus, or Sirius. This was a mistake. She had to see that.]
It's a nice morning. Wonderful morning. It's just... I shouldn't be here. We shouldn't be here. Just... don't tell James, yeah? We don't have to tell him anything. Or anyone, for that matter, yeah?