"Come on, Faith." James breathed between kissing the back of her
neck. His arms were circled about her waist, strong fingers massaging her
skin.
"We can't, James." Faith said, her voice coming out slightly hoarse as his hands moved to massage her shoulders.
"Why not?"
"Sirius and Kira..."
"They won't be back for ages." He said, turning her round in his arms. She rested her forehead against his chest and breathed in his scent, relishing in the feel of his touch. She knew it wouldn't be long before she gave in to him; James was far to good at finding her weak points. His hands had slid to tangle gently in her hair, which he pulled from its ponytail and smoothed into dark waves about her shoulders. Faith lifted her hazel eyes to meet his, a smile playing on her lips as his hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking circles in her skin. James stared at her pale skin, her dark eyes, the slight pout forming on her red lips. He breathed in deeply, "Kiss me, Faith." He whispered. She grinned and lent forward, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss as her hands ruffled his dark hair. James' fingers fell once more to her waist and slid up under her shirt, feeling her warm skin. She pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss and grabbed his wandering hands before she couldn't stop him. A hurt look passed over his face as she stood up, but she kissed his fingers, smiling, and pulled him to the dormitory stairs.
James grinned and grabbed Faith from behind, cradling her in his arms as he walked upstairs. Faith giggled and wrapped her arms about his neck, kissing his face as he struggled to keep moving and not give in to her there.
He laid her gently on the bed, at once searching for her mouth and unbuttoning her shirt. Faith smiled against his lips, her own hands slowly undressing him as he lay with her on the bed. James managed to pull his gaze away from her for a second to glance at the clock sitting on the table. He lent down and kissed Faith passionately on the lips.
"Happy birthday." He whispered, smiling at her through the semi darkness. He lent down again, and covered her smiling lips with his own in a bruising kiss.
"We can't, James." Faith said, her voice coming out slightly hoarse as his hands moved to massage her shoulders.
"Why not?"
"Sirius and Kira..."
"They won't be back for ages." He said, turning her round in his arms. She rested her forehead against his chest and breathed in his scent, relishing in the feel of his touch. She knew it wouldn't be long before she gave in to him; James was far to good at finding her weak points. His hands had slid to tangle gently in her hair, which he pulled from its ponytail and smoothed into dark waves about her shoulders. Faith lifted her hazel eyes to meet his, a smile playing on her lips as his hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking circles in her skin. James stared at her pale skin, her dark eyes, the slight pout forming on her red lips. He breathed in deeply, "Kiss me, Faith." He whispered. She grinned and lent forward, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss as her hands ruffled his dark hair. James' fingers fell once more to her waist and slid up under her shirt, feeling her warm skin. She pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss and grabbed his wandering hands before she couldn't stop him. A hurt look passed over his face as she stood up, but she kissed his fingers, smiling, and pulled him to the dormitory stairs.
James grinned and grabbed Faith from behind, cradling her in his arms as he walked upstairs. Faith giggled and wrapped her arms about his neck, kissing his face as he struggled to keep moving and not give in to her there.
He laid her gently on the bed, at once searching for her mouth and unbuttoning her shirt. Faith smiled against his lips, her own hands slowly undressing him as he lay with her on the bed. James managed to pull his gaze away from her for a second to glance at the clock sitting on the table. He lent down and kissed Faith passionately on the lips.
"Happy birthday." He whispered, smiling at her through the semi darkness. He lent down again, and covered her smiling lips with his own in a bruising kiss.