A/N: This collection is all about breaking up canon or common pairings. In this chapter, Lily commits a faux-pas during her and James' first time.
Submission for:
Happily NEVER After! Destroying Canon Pairings! (Challenge): Jily
The Erotic Glossary Challenge: smoothing, flexing, arching, gasp, spellbinding, furiously.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
They are a mass of bodies tangled with the sheets. Their sounds of pleasure fill the bedroom, mixed in with their harsh, fast breathing. His hands hold firmly onto her hips as she sits on top of him. They move together in rhythm as she coaxes him to a climax with her.
His first time with his darling, Lily. It is spellbinding to watch and heaven to experience. She is an angel, everything he ever dreamed of when he first saw her beauty. Though, he wasn't imagining this when he was eleven. This was the dream of a horny thirteen year old, and now that dream was coming true.
He pushes furiously into her, trying to ensure she will have her moment before he has his. He can feel the pressure building below as her walls tighten around him almost sinfully. He is close but he knows she's close as well.
She cries out, her back arching and her muscles flexing in anticipation. His hands begin to roam, smoothing over every milky curve and juncture of her body. This is where he was meant to be, with Lily Evans, possibly even Lily Evans Potter in a few years time.
He can't hold back any longer and he explodes within her at that same moment he feels her clench around him. He smirks, knowing he has brought her over the edge, but the smirk falls and he is filled with horror when the name on the end of gasp isn't his.
"Severus?" he asks in fury and disappointment, throwing her off him not too gently to the other side of the bed.
"James, I'm sorry. I don't-" she begins but he just holds a finger up to her as he places his feet onto the floor.
"I don't want to hear another word," he says as he begins to pick up his clothes. He has to get out here, this dream turned nightmare. Snivellus?
"James," she says desperately, stretching across the bed towards him. She grabs his hand and he pauses in his escape.
He turns towards her, his angel now turned devil. After what they had just shared, it hurts to know there was another man on her mind, his name on the tip of her tongue.
He has one question though, "Why?"
She looks away, unable to come up with an answer he'd like to hear, but it's answer enough. He pulls his hand out of hers, throws on his clothes and leaves the room.