I'm Lily and he's James

By: tasha27

He's so beautiful.

You've known that for a long time.

You've been together before,

All that touching, gasping, moaning.

It's been two weeks since the last time and you can't take it anymore.

He's sitting there in the corner of the common room with his mates. Laughing, joking. You watch the way he leans into the couch, how he tilts his head when he laughs, those dimples you adore gracing his face.

You approach them and tell James its urgent head stuff.

Cause that's what it always is when you want him. He looks at you, shifting in anticipation and stands up quickly, nodding a goodbye to the others. You leave, trying not to sway your hips even though you know James will be watching.

You hope no one catches on, but they know...they've known from the start.

You drag him down the corridors finally bursting through the portrait to the heads chambers.

You shove him against the wall fusing your mouth to his and you moan into each other.

He picks you up causing friction between your lower halves and he stumbles to his room. You wrap yourself tightly around him, leaning forward and pressing your chest into his.

Once inside his room he lays you on the bed, mouths never separating as he starts fumbling trying to remove your clothes.

You do the same, helping him and once you both are free of your clothing; you push him down onto the bed and straddle him, grinding your hips together.

Your mouths are nipping at each other and as you raise your head and your eyes connect, something unexplainable passes through you. Its love you realize and as you continue through the night, you realize that to him this was never just a meaningless fuck; and now you know it too.

There is something sweeter about this time, as you take it slow, not wanting to just rush through it. It's not just the need anymore, it's the want.

And as you come, moaning his name, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with this boy, no man.

Tomorrow, you will make your relationship public, just like he always wanted. Tomorrow, you will humour him and say yes publicly to his 'Evans, will you go out with me?'

And that, she thinks as she drifts off to sleep, is what love is all about. Need was never a question;

Because she is Lily, and he is James.