Jily oneshots

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done by gryffindormischief on fanfiction.net

It's sort of a miracle, that a skinny-legged, middle-class red head from Cokeworth got matched up with a snobby boarding school educated boy from Islington three years ago. At least to everyone involved close enough. Between the somewhat bizarre series of events that lead to Lily being able to train in figure skating – to eventually getting proficient enough to compete on the world stage, she's really begun to recognize the oddness of her life. Add all that to the fact that they were so perfectly matched that Sirius' family dropped their objections about her class and heritage the first time they competed and she almost begins to believe in kismet.

All that aside, if one more interview progresses from compliments on their routine to wriggled eyebrows and not so subtle hints at something more between the pair, Lily's going to pop a blood vessel. Which would really put her training regimen off kilter, so she takes a steadying breath and renews the practiced grin on her face as Sirius manages to brush the comment aside and turn the conversation back to their performance this season.

And really, the most frustrating thing is they've had a great one, culminating in a gold medal performance that literally happened six hours ago – which can't possibly be old hat yet. Though the tightening of James' jaw as he seethes of camera, waiting for his own post gold medal interview, and the teasing wink Sirius sends his way does manage to return some of the genuineness to her smile.

The usual banter brings the conversation to a close as the duo subtly avoids confirming or denying their future plans before signing off with something encouraging and celebratory before the red on-air lights flick off.

Habitually, Sirius' hand comes to the small of her back as they step off set toward where James is dejectedly putting up with the dusting of pancake one of the make-up artists is spreading across his skin. "Y'know, they've all seen me sweat before."

The patting stops and the woman – Janet – rolls her eyes but gives James a motherly pat before making her way toward the host for a thirty-second check up.

Sirius throws his arm around Lily's shoulders playfully and sighs, "One of these days we're going to have to come clean about our love affair."

Lily digs her elbow into his side and James shoves Sirius' face. Shaking her head, Lily pats James' arm, "Ignore him. It's the only way to remain sane."

James rolls his eyes and makes his way toward the plush interview couch, calling back over his shoulder, "We've got to do something Lil, or he'll never learn."

Of the three of them, Sirius is probably the best at taking a break from the competition circuit. Which isn't to say training has come to a halt, just that they all independently (or as independently as a pair skating team can be) decided that focusing on technique and letting set routines and forgoing prepping for the path to Worlds would be a welcome and useful change.

The assertion that Sirius is coping best is mainly based on nights like this, where he's honing his skills as an amateur gourmet chef while James and Lily are at the bar top sitting like a couple of gargoyles while they comb through Twitter, ESPN, and a few other less popular websites to keep up on the competition. Mostly, their plotting involves lots of banter that borders on foreplay while Sirius taunts them from the stove.

Until James lets out a shout and slams the lid on his laptop closed.

"What?" Lily grumbles impatiently as she tugs the laptop toward her and tries to guess his password, "Is that little arsehole talking shit about you again?"

"We've been through this – no mention of Gilderoy in my presence," James grunts, "And no. I just got a front row seat to the you and Sirius porn show."