On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
James and Teddy in the kitchen canoodling.
Prompt/ask this is based on from anon: Person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (“oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”) — Jeddy
It was a Potter-Weasley Christmas, of course there was fighting. Banter, more like. This year, upon Gramp Weasley’s request, they were playing a rather peculiar game called Scrabble—a game that was far too much like schoolwork for James’ liking.
“Hey. Hey.” Everyone looked up at Teddy, who was pointing aggressively at the word Lily had just put down, “This is a muggle game. You can’t use wizard words. Nope, lumos is out. No double word score for you, Potter.”
Lily scoffed, “Says who?”
“Says…” Teddy paused for a second before picking up the box lid, “The box.”
Lily narrowed her eyes, “Give it here, let me see—“
“No.” Teddy threw it behind his head and it collided with his mum’s desk, knocking a quill over.
“Teddy.” James’ mum scolded, red hair falling out around her face, “You’re just as bad as James, honestly.”
James smiled at that and his eyes met Teddy’s across the coffee table. They grinned at each other for a moment and, without looking away from James, Teddy turned his head towards Ginny.
“Actually, Gin, I think it’d make more sense to say he’s just as bad as me.”
“Please, please,” Arthur waved his hands before falling pensive and leaning towards his Hermione who had opted to team up with Ron, “Hermione, dear, do you reckon this is how you spell—“
“Cheating again, Dad.” Ron minutely shifted their letters away from his father.
“Oh, fine, fine.” Arthur squinted at his batch of letters.
James had the mind to laugh lightly with the rest of the family at this exchange, but just barely as Teddy had yet to release his gaze. James leaned forward, feeling heavy with it, and proceeded to spill his row of letters in every which direction.
“Typical.” James caught Lily’s eye roll from the corner of his vision, but he was already standing, narrowing his eyes at Teddy’s smirk.
“Sorry, carry on without me. I’m thirsty.”
James pushed up from the table, swiping his glass and shooting Teddy what he hoped was a subtle but meaningful look. He walked into the kitchen, going to the sink and setting his cup down, turning the tap on for a few moments and then shutting it off. Mere seconds after the water had stopped running there were hands on his waist that were spinning him around.
Teddy grinned down at him, “Hi there.”
James’ palms found his chest, feeling the scratchy wool that Grams seemed to prefer for her holiday sweater making. He ran his hands over it for a moment, feeling the warmth of Teddy’s chest, then looked up into his face, “Mum still thinks you’re a lunatic. Even after all these years.”
Teddy laughed quietly, “Sure. But didn’t you hear her? She think’s you’re more of a lunatic.”
James rolled his eyes, grinning, “You’re ridiculous.” He pressed a lingering kiss to Teddy’s mouth, melting against his chest as Teddy’s hand came up to cup the back of his head. He swallowed back a soft sound, “God, it really has been too long since we’ve been alone.”
Teddy hummed pressing another kiss to James’ mouth, “I blame Christmas.”
James laugh, the sound getting cut off as he allowed himself to be kissed for a few more moments before he slipped out from between the sink and Teddy’s body. With a short kiss to the corner of Teddy’s mouth, he started making his way towards the door, “We should get back. They’ll think we’re canoodling in here.”
Teddy, however, once again got ahold of James’ hips causing James to let out a much too loud laugh. Teddy smiled at the sound, “We can’t canoodle in here? They’d probably prefer it than if we did it out there.”
“T…” James laughed, shaking his head.
Teddy took a step forward causing James to take a step back, “Two minutes.” He said under his breath.
James felt his heart beat pick up in his chest, and he bit his lip, resolve softening, “It’s been two minutes…”
Teddy took another step causing James to nearly stumble backwards, “Two more minutes, then.”
Another step forward, another step back. James’ back hit the kitchen wall, making the clock rattle above them, “Well, now they’re definitely going to talk…”
“What they can’t see,” Teddy’s hands cradled James’ cheeks, “won’t hurt them.”
James bit back a smile, “I swear to God, Theodore. I won’t kiss you for a week if Grams walks in here right now.”
“Hm.” Teddy shrugged one shoulder, thumbs brushing against James’ cheekbones, “Rotten luck on you then because—oh, how did that get there?” Teddy pointedly looked upwards above them to where, as James followed his gaze, he found a small sprig of mistletoe had appeared.
James let out another laugh, “Yeah, real mystery.” He pushed his fingers into Teddy’s hair, heart warming at the light shoots of blue that ran through it at his touch, “C’mere.” James pressed their mouths back together, “You lunatic...”
