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Love Me
She watched him across the room, her face thankfully hidden. He couldn't know what she was thinking of him.
He turned his head, laughing at something his date said. She felt the first stirrings of jealousy as he leaned over and brushed a kiss over the girl's blushing cheek.
There had to be a way to get to him.
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James looked over at the pushcart in front of him, a tingling running down his spine. He knew he had seen a flash of red hair. He looked back at his date, feeling foolish and wishing to god that he had never agreed to go. She looked put out that he wasn't listening.
"What were you saying, darling?" James asked, trying to get back in her good books and hopefully be able to get out of this with no hard feelings on her part.
"You know what, never mind, darling; I think I'll go meet up with some of my friends. Thanks for lunch," she said, throwing her napkin down.
James watched in bewilderment as she stormed off, leaving him to foot the bill. When he realized how expensive it had been, he threw money down on the table in disgust.
As he left the restaurant, the feeling that he was being followed tingled down his spine and he turned. Just as he started forward again, something in his parallel vision caught him and he turned his head instinctively.
A flash of red and then nothing was all he saw. He shook his head, annoyed at himself. "I'm not being followed," he said out loud, and then started to whistle off-key.
Meanwhile, back in the alley, a girl with red hair was leaning against the wall. Her chest was rising and falling, and she had to keep brushing her hair out of her eyes.
Her dress, which used to be a black color, was whitened with a wedding cake she had fallen into. Her red hair was covered in spaghetti sauce, and her face was covered in cream pie.
She didn't care at all about these things; her only thought was of her heart thudding from adrenaline and figuring out how to get James Potter to notice her.
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"James, you are being totally ridiculous about this," Remus Lupin muttered, trying to get his friend to listen. The evening outing that the three guys always took was slowly turning into a weekly nightmare. James wasn't even caring to listen to what his nonjudgmental friend was saying. And getting James to listen was like trying to get a wall to talk; impossible with a capital I.
James looked around the club he was hanging out in, swearing that none of the women wore the adequate amount of clothes for a hormone-driven male.
Just as he finished this thought, the sound of wolf-whistling and cat-calling caught his attention.
A girl, wearing nothing but a sheer cover over a black slit dress, was walking in and climbing up the stairway. She didn't seem too worried about the attention and her eyes seemed to take in no one but James.
Her slinky dress was slit all the way up her thigh, and low-cut above her breasts. Her come-hither stare was heating his blood even as she started dancing on her own.
"James, where the hell do you think you're going? You already have a girlfriend, or should I call her a fucking buddy?"
James turned at that. "I guess you could," he said, "seeing as all we ever do is fuck."
Remus sighed as he watched his friend walk away. He was going to end up getting hurt.
As James sidled up through the dancing crowd, the girl looked at him and he found himself drawn into her drowning pools of green. She was definitely a looker in his eyes.
She smiled seductively at him and he found himself saying, "Hi, and what might a girl such as yourself be doing here?"
She looked surprised by his question. Frowning she responded. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked, "I'm looking for a good time. Now, how about it? Got anything going for you tonight?"
James thought of what might be waiting for him at his apartment and shook his head. "Nope, not that I'm aware of," he replied, suddenly feeling awfully warm.
She smiled again, the glow dazzling even to his contact-covered eyes. This was going to be even hotter than things normally were for him.
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Remus watched, as James left the club with the new girl, and sighed as he went to the bar to get another drink to drown himself in.
Just as he sat down, a very drunk Sirius Black entered the covered area dragging a blonde floozy behind him. As Sirius blinked trying to get the blur out of his eyes, Remus took a closer look at the blonde.
It couldn't be… unless she had finally decided to drop James, the insensitive pig that he was.
"Sirius, who are you going with?" Remus asked, his voice slurred slightly from all the alcohol he had consumed.
Sirius looked confused. "It's Janet, why? I've been going with her for about a week now."
Janet… Janet what? Remus's alcohol-consumed brain was trying to remember, and then the girl laughed. Remus felt his eyes widen as the import of what was going on hit him.
"What did you do to your hair? Didn't it used to be brown?" he asked, as the girl slumped over the couch, carrying herself well for someone as out of it as she was.
She looked up, nodding her head. "Yeah, but I dyed it last week. I gave up on it when James decided to ignore me. I thought no one really cared too much. But what do you think?" she asked, the tears in her voice clear as she suddenly sobered up.
Remus shook his head. "I think I'm going to have to have a conversation with James about this in the morning," he murmured.
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James felt pushed into something, even though he really wanted to do it. He watched as she stretched herself out on the bed, her dress bunching up around her very petite waist.
She wore her black stockings, the garter snaps still attached. Her panties and bra were missing for some reason, as though she had expected something to happen when she dressed this evening.
He didn't even know her name, but she apparently knew his. "James, come on. Don't tell me you're still a virgin," she laughed, sitting up and pulling him forward.
"No I'm not," he said defensively as she started working on his belt.
She finally got the belt undone and started to unbutton his shirt. As it began to gape, he instinctively sucked in a lungful of air and sat still, trying to absorb what was going on.
She looked up at him, tilting her head to the side to study him. "If you're not a virgin then what are you?" she asked, rubbing her hands up and down his ribcage.
"A hormone-driven male," he snarled, trying to ignore the feelings she was invoking.
She laughed and stood up, letting her dress fall with a simple twitch of her hand. He looked at her, his mouth going dry. She was even more beautiful than he had first thought.
She leaned over him, feeling the heat radiating off of his skin. She pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and then pushed him down onto the mattress.
He looked up at her, and realized that the tables were turned on him. This wasn't Janet, and he found he didn't even give a damn.
Her mouth descended on his and he let out a soft groan as she felt his arousal press against her belly.
She let go, biting his lip and smiling at him; her hands, skilled as they were, rubbed against him, and he bit down on his bottom lip, refusing to respond.
His hands found themselves wrapped around her waist and suddenly flipped her over so that he was above her.
She arched her head and kissed every part of his torso that she could reach. He found his breath hitched in his lungs and tried to release it.
Her back was arched into him, rubbing against his arousal and he groaned as she incited his ardency.
"Make love to me," she whispered, her hands floating as she slid them down his chest.
A/N: okay this was first intended to be another oneshot but I guess I made another multi. Expect chapter two sometime this summer. I will have it; I'm just very busy next month. Please review since you took the time to read. Comments are welcome!
Serindraxx