time lapse ch. 32: scenes from a spontaneous camping trip
"Hey, are you awake?"
James hums on the top of her head. Something's been digging on his back for a while, but he didn't want to move because he thought Lily was already asleep.
"I have to show you something," she says, pulling James up.
Sirius sees and rolls his eyes. "Don't fuck on cowbane," he warns, "we can't help you sort that out."
James flips him off.
Lily leads him out of the clearing, into the grove, passing by the circling lights, into the deeper belly of midnight blue. He has to watch his step to not trip on exposed roots, hand tightening around Lily's, who is still leading him farther.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere quiet."
It's already quiet; even their whispers echo. "Won't we get lost?"
She smiles back at him. "We won't."
Finally, just three shades away from proper dark, she stops. It's so quiet he can hear them both catch their breath. There is water trickling somewhere. Nearby. Overhead. The night crackles around them, a dreamy lullaby, its own brand of magic.
"So?" asks James. "Did you want to make out or – "
Lily laughs. "I mean, yes. But first – " She brings out her wand. Then, her smile, even in the darkness, dims a little. "I – I'm sorry."
James eyes the wand. "Evans, are you going to kill me?"
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you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.
he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.
his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.
"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"
you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"
and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white
(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)
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once again thinking about jason as duke’s robin. he’s ~4 years younger than jason, and that’s puts him at 8-12 during Jason’s time as robin. that’s prime time to get attached to your local kid vigilante before your own life goes downhill.
and if we try to keep duke’s meeting with bruce in zero year + duke’s age (so he can remember the meeting and hold that conversation with bruce), he has to be around 8. if he starts following batman through the news at that time because of the mess that just happened, the robin he sees is probably jason. I’ve literally connected the dots
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