What would James think.
I was his.
Am his.
But still I lay here.
My copper hair fanned around me.
Legs open.
Waiting.
locked around his waist.
On the Slytherins emerald sheets.
At another's mercy.
What would James think.
We were special.
Not special enough.
Did he really think I could go a year with no sex?
Did he think I'd wait for him?
No, I tell myself.
He knew I couldn't.
Wouldn't.
So.
I lay here.
Between the bed and the enemy.
My hands grip his blonde mused hair.
His hands explore where only James' have.
His pale nimble fingers run the length of my body.
His fingertips are like drizzle on my thighs.
He licks up my curved side.
I moan with pleasure as his hand finds my knickers.
He looks up, silver eyes questioning.
He's questioning me.
He thinks I'm innocent.
How wrong.
Everyone is about me.
But James.
He understands.
Albus wouldn't, he's the favourite.
Scorpius wouldn't.
But I show him.
I pull him up by the hair and shove my tongue roughly in his mouth.
He pulls back, satisfied.
Then guilty.
"I can't take your first time." He tells me as he makes to get up.
Still thinks I'm innocent.
He wishes morelike.
Everyone wants someone pure.
"It's not." I argue before straddling him.
He raises an eyebrow questioning me.
He wants to know who.
Wants to know of James and I.
What would James do?
Fuck me. against the wall, or table.
What would he think?
He wouldn't.
But he would about this.
I am his.
And still i straddle the enemy.
I ignore my thoughts.
And take him for what I want.
Stripping him of his boxers and hover my entrance over his cock.
It's not as big as James'.
No one compares to James.
I ride him still.
Scratch him.
Make him moan my name.
He's at my mercy.
Until he wants his turn on top.
He wants me at his mercy.
I want to make him mine.
He wants to make me his.
But I am James'.
No one knows.
Only me and him.
But that's enough.
He takes it slow and steady.
Not like James.
James is fast, hard and strong.
He isnt.
He is long thrusts.
Passionate kisses.
Romantic almost.
He still gets me to reach my peak.
I am in bliss.
He came before me but only just.
James needs more than this.
He needs role-play.
Or build-ups.
Not just straight to sex.
Not like Scorpius
But Scorpius is not my love.
Just a fuck.
Not James.
No one will ever be like James.
I have marked him as he has me.
Because who could resist 'Potter's Princess'.
Because who could resist 'Potter's Prankster'.
No one.
Not even brother and sister.
Because who can resist a tall, lanky, strong man with mused raven hair and Glasses that cover chocolate covered eyes?
Certainly not Lily Luna Potter.
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