Set immediately after Emma’s return from the wish realm… (rated M)
There’s a storm coming. He watched the first cloud roll in when her eyes took in only one of her parents in the small crowd of welcome, a poignant reminder of battles still not won. His palm had felt the stiffness of her spine as he walked with her towards her car, a swirl of emotions on full display behind the tightness of her smile. And now, her hand, with knuckles still white from her grip on the steering wheel, moves deliberately from his reach as she leads them into their home. It feels a bit traitorous to find beauty in her rage, but he can’t deny his body’s reaction to her inner fire just waiting to break free.
Pausing inside the door to shrug off his jacket and toe of his boots, he watches as her coat lands on the back of the sofa and her shoes litter the wooden floor at the base of the stairs. As he passes them both his fingers itch to move them to their rightful place, but he, in all honestly, is fearful of her wrath if she were to see him cleaning up after her in this moment. Lengthening his stride to take the stairs two at a time, he finds her in their bedroom closet already ripping at the buttons of her shirt.
She doesn’t respond as her patience with her shirt buttons reaches an end and the offending garment is ripped over her head and tossed on the floor next to the hamper.
James: Remember when that Ravenclaw girl asked me out and you were looking at us, totally jealous Lily: I wasn’t jealous. James: Come on. You can admit it, we are married now. Lily: I wasn’t. James: Lily, we had sex. I mean, look at this adorable baby here. Lily: I wasn’t. I was upset because Mr. Darcy- James: Lily. Lily: Fine. I was jealous.