francinelongbottom:
“Probably worms? You know I’m not the biggest fan of anything slimey and worms would have definitely made me double think our relationship as well as my own sanity for dating someone who had worms in his bed,” she told him, head bobbing to one side as she spoke with sincerity but a part of her knew that if she had ever actually experienced that it wouldn’t have hindered their relationship at all. Would she have been disgusted? Of course. But that was something that could be fixed with the flick of the wand so her stress would have vanished in moments. “But I want to watch it with you!” She soon exclaimed, a little pout forming on her lips in protest but then it faded as he spoke about what could be on her watch list. “I have a lot of nonsense of my list, if we’re being honest. That I remember I have sex education, one day at a time, stranger things, dark, elite… and some romantic movie about this girl that writes letters to lads she likes but never sends them. It looked super cute. You say that as if we don’t already spend a lot of time over at each others places. I’m surprised nobody has asked us if we’re ever going to live together yet. –Wait… isn’t it Netflix and chill? Or does that mean something else?” Her head tilted back in mock defiance, biting her lip in the process to avoid a laugh that was threatening to come out, “Well, if you really claim that there’s no other woman then I guess you can have all the kisses you want. I’m going to choose to believe you this time, James Sirius Potter.” Her tone, however, was nothing but playful as she leaned over, gently pressing her lips against the corner of his own.
Choosing to look down at her food, she could feel a warmth spreading on her cheeks as the conversation on shower or bath sex progressed while she distractedly mixed her food with the provided fork. She’d come to terms with her interest in sex a long time ago but it was hard for Francine not to get shy after a certain point since she knew she’d just be awkward and shy in the moment itself. “Oh, I’m glad you haven’t considering that would involve you having dating someone else and I would have been very jealous if they got to experience that with you and I was robbed of the moment,” she teased, biting down on her bottom lip as she stabbed a piece of meat with her fork, “I’m not opposed to trying either, just throwing that out there. Very fifty shades of grey – not that I’ve seen them all because one was more than enough but… you know.” A bright laugh escaped her lips as she waved around the piece of chicken she had on her fork, pointing it in his direction, “Why on earth would I want to kill you? But death by being turned on by your girlfriend sounds better than death by boner or death during actual sex. Can you imagine being in the middle of it and suddenly you’re like welp time to die? It’s… yikes.” Her nose scrunched at him, a smile looming on her lips as she took a bite of her food, head shaking in the process as she chewed. “I feel like I should now reserve Fran A La Bubbles for your birthday since you’re so excited and I’m feeling extra rude,” she told him after she swallowed.
“Merlin, I’m a slob sometimes, but I’m not that bad of a slob,” James replied with a shiver as he laughed, pulling a face of his own at the thought of worms slithering around in his bed at Hogwarts. It wasn’t just gross, it would’ve been disgusting. It would’ve killed his reputation of being cool, and that just simply wouldn’t do, but thankfully he’d never had to worry about such an instance. “You want to watch with me? Blimey, you must really love me, to want to watch it with me even though I don’t always have the time,” he murmured, smile pulling at his lips as he studied Francine. He loved that she loved him that much. “Fine, we can watch Gilmore Girls together, but that means no cheating and skipping ahead,” he warned, grinning back at her. “We’ve got to agonizingly slow together. --Merlin, you’ve got loads of things to watch. Stranger Things looks good. As does Sex Education and One Day at A Time. I don’t think I know which ones Dark and Elite are.... Actually, it might be Netflix and chill, but... I think that also means something different. I’m pretty sure the young lads are saying that these days to mean when someone invites someone else over with watching Netflix as the reason but the chill part is them not watching anything really,” James replied with a chuckle. He sighed softly as she kissed him-- it ended much too quickly for his taste, but he took what he could get, for now. “There’s never been another woman for me, Longbottom. No man, woman, or beast could ever replace you.” He grinned fondly over at her, before turning back to his food, taking a hearty bite.
“I’d never do such a thing with someone else. Merlin, I haven’t even been with anyone else,” James replied with a chuckle. For as long as he could remember, it’d always been Francine. She was by his side throughout his childhood, and when they started to grow up, she became more than one of his best friends-- she was very obviously more than that. She was meant to be his soulmate, his greatest love, and while he’d been an utter fool at one time and broken up with her when things at Hogwarts were tense and he thought himself a noble hero who wanted to protect her, he hadn’t even considered being with anyone else. He had no interest in the other girls he’d gone to school with-- or any of the boys, for that matter, since some people seemed to think he and Scorpius Malfoy were secretly in love with each other, much to James’s disgust. “Oh, really? Well, then.... I guess we can both keep that on the table then, for one day,” he murmured awkwardly, chuckling as his cheeks burned red. “Godric, Longbottom-- that’s as Fifty Shades I’ll go, please don’t bloody ask me to do terrible things to you, because I think I’d bloody cry.” He wasn’t entirely opposed to things like tying her up, maybe.... though the thought made him flush even more. But physically harming her? It made his skin crawl. “I don’t know. Why does anyone want to kill me? I’m a bloody fantastic person, aren’t I? Funny as hell? Obviously gorgeous as hell. I’m brilliant too, so I check off all the right boxes, I think. Beats me why anyone would want to take me out,” he joked. “As terrible as it would be to die while having sex, it wouldn’t be the worst way to go. I mean, it’d be awful, but at least I’d die happy.” He leaned back, already stuffed and too full to each another bite. “Oh, that’s extremely rude, Francine Longbottom. Just for that, I’m not letting you see me in bubbles until your birthday. Two can play at that game, love.” He gave her a teasing smile, leaning back in, elbows on the table as he pushed aside his now empty plate.















