Six weeks out on duty was hard work and James Sirius Potter realised how much he missed being able to take a daily shower and sleep in a comfortable bed alone or not and thirty nights in a tent with three other aurors all snoring and farting through the night was almost enough to make him rethink his career. After six weeks they had found nothing useful for the case and had been recalled by Beerney, the head of department, in the early hours of the morning. He told them all that they would be off duty for the next three days and to come in on Friday for a usual nine to five shift. James was looking forward to a hot shower and a relaxing night's sleep but first he had some business to take care of and after waiting for a reply to the owl he had just sent the tired and restless man jumped into the first fireplace in the atrium and flooed away quickly.

Lifting up the covers on the bed he slid his newly naked body in beside the lithe one that already occupied it and ran his hand along the curve of her waist, "Mmmm," a voice whispered as he zoned in on her peachy neck with his lips and began to kiss and caress it gently. His breathing was already ragged as he thought about what he had missed the most in the last six weeks and within seconds he was deeply aroused, cupping one of the girl's large breasts in his hand he wrapped his body around her and pushed himself into her when she moved her body back towards him. Within minutes he was ready to come but she pulled herself away from him at the crucial moment and turned him onto his back so she could straddle him and work herself above him, rising and falling while listening to his deep groans which became louder and faster the closer he got to ecstasy. Eventually she cried out with him and then fell onto his heaving body as he wrapped his arms around her naked back and held her tight. She smiled as her head lifted away from his and they were enclosed face to face by her long dark hair which fell in waves around them, "Welcome back sexy!" she whispered seductively while gazing down at him.

"Nice welcome!" he returned searching out the woman's lips and locking them with his own for a furious kiss which ended as she moved herself from above him and laid on her side in the bed facing away from him. James ruffled his hair with his fingers and then turned onto his side to curl up around her and pull her body back against him.

"Well what other welcome can I give you when you make a booty call at three am?" she replied putting her arm over his and rubbing it softly.

"At least I sent an owl this time!" he chuckled nuzzling against her neck again.

"Well thanks for that, being woken up at half past two by an owl makes it much better!"

"Hey, I missed you," he whimpered.

"More like you missed what I can give you!" she joked, "So much so that you called in here before going back to the flat!"

"That's not true!" he replied indignantly.

"What you didn't miss the sex or you did go home first?" she goaded rolling onto her back and looking at his deep delicious brown eyes.

"Well, I didn't go back to the flat first but I didn't just miss the sex," he answered a little coyly.

"Yeah right!" she laughed grabbing hold of his hair with her hands and twining it around her fingers so she could pull his face down to hers for a kiss.

"So now you've had your wicked way you'll be deserting me for the flat then? Use me and abuse me as always!"

"No, I thought I'd at least spend the night," he replied smiling cheekily, "it's only polite!"

"James Potter, since when have you been polite when it comes to shagging?" she guffawed.

"Well," he replied feigning indignance, "if you don't like it when I'm polite I can always change that," he went on rolling his body on top of hers and pinioning her down with his weight as he kissed her neck and shoulders before running his tongue down her body to her breasts where he began to tenderly bite the end of her nipples holding her arms over her head with his own. She moaned at him for a second but then he took his mouth away and looked at her deviously before starting to tickle her waist.

"James, stop it!" she shrieked while trying to wiggle and squirm beneath his body.

"No," he grunted hungrily.

"James!" she squealed again and he stopped to look up at her again.

"I'll stop if you believe that I missed you, as well as the sex!" he added slyly and she glared at him wryly.

"I believe you," she retorted putting a pout on her face, "honest!" He glared warily at her for a few minutes but did not move away until she twisted him over with her legs and they lay facing each other in the bed slightly out of breath.

"Honestly I did miss you," he said sincerely lifting his hand up to her cheek.

"Enough to tell everyone about me?" she asked quietly with a playful smile on her lips.

"I...I," he stuttered looking away from her piercing gaze. They had been seeing each other for two months before he had left on the mission, well seeing each other was stretching the truth, shagging each other had been more like it. On his return he had been a little worried that she might have met someone else while he was away, which was the main reason he had sent the owl to her first. However he was still not ready to commit to a relationship and tell everyone what he was up to even though he knew it would have been the right thing to do.

"You're not ready, I know," she sighed touching his face with her own hand.

"I'm sorry," James returned. "I understand that it's hard and it has been a while now but..." he had been burned by the only girl he had ever loved and though he had missed this one terribly while he was away James was still not up to bringing them out in the open as a couple.

"I'm happy if you are," she replied smiling warmly at him, "James Sirius Potter was always the unobtainable at school, well for me anyway, I'm just happy to finally be the one who's shagging you!"

"What do you mean unobtainable?" he asked curiously.

"You, no one could ever get near you at school, you were batting them away left right and centre and were never going to look my way were you?" It was unfortunately true that he had not seen this girl as anything more than a fellow Griffindor when they were at Hogwarts but he had been an arrogant ladies man then. His ex girlfriend, Annemarie, had changed him a lot, before her he had never developed any more feeling for a woman than the one he got in his pants when she took her clothes off but though she had hurt him a lot she had also taught him about love. He had discovered what it was like to be in a relationship and when it had ended he had tried his old single ways again but soon realised that they weren't as satisfying as they had once been. A quick shag could satisfy his physical needs but he wanted to connect with someone again, to love again though he knew it would take a lot for him to trust someone that much. Finding out that she was cheating on him had been devastating, she had claimed that she always expected him to do it but though his old ways were more like that he had never even thought about straying from her. Now that it had happened to him he knew he would struggle to trust someone as wholeheartedly again which was the biggest reason why, so far, he had kept this girl a secret.

"I...I was a different person back then," he admitted, "more involved in myself than anyone else."

"I know," she whispered, "I was only teasing!" However it was true that she would have moved heaven and earth in school to have even spoken to James Potter, the most popular boy in the school and she remembered being highly jealous of every girl he went out with and snogged in the squashy armchairs of the Griffindor common room. Though she had been and still was friends with a couple of his multitude of cousins she had rarely spoken to him in their days at school. "When you are ready then so am I," she went on looking at him seriously, "and until then the booty calls will have to do!"

A few weeks of meeting and shagging random girls and feeling little satisfaction had led him to turn down a woman at the Leaky Cauldron and retire to a hidden booth at the back where he was stumbled upon a little later by the girl in the bed beside him. They had shared a sexual encounter a few weeks prior to that and James had known then that there was a little more to her than met the eye. She was attractive but not arrogant about it and she had more than cotton wool between her ears, he remembered her from school and knew she had been quite a braniac and after asking her to join him for a while he had enjoyed a few hours of pleasant conversation. He had invited her back to his flat again but they had spent much of the night talking before she left in the early hours, he had talked about Annemarie and she had listened to him patiently nodding her head in understanding before the topic had moved on to their work and lives.

As she had prepared to floo out of the flat he had suggested that they meet again the following week realising how much he had enjoyed her company, and she had taken him up on the offer immediately. On the second meeting at her home they had slept together and afterwards he had done the one thing he had only ever done with Annemarie, curled up around her and talked into the night. He had found that he did not want to leave straight away and their hidden relationship had spanned quickly from there as they visited one another's homes two or three times a week, usually retiring quickly to bed where they shared intimate activities along with intelligent ones. She could please him in bed and he wanted to please her too, her kisses were hungry and vigorous and there was a spark between them that ran deeper than his usual one night stands. The more time he spent with the girl the more he had felt guilty for once allowing her to have been a one night stand and as the weeks went on he discovered that he wanted to spend more and more time with her, even if it wasn't out in the open. She had always been agreeable to that and he found it one more thing that was attracting him to her, "I don't want you to think that I'm using you, I just need time to..."

"To trust me," she said compassionately. She understood about Annemarie and what she had done to him, she had even spent time with her when they had been going out, secretly envying her from afar, but she was happy to be seeing James in secret if it meant her teenage fantasies were finally coming true. Maybe they would go somewhere and maybe they were not meant to be but she wouldn't push him into anything that he wasn't ready for, she knew it was likely that she was more into him than he was her but it was enough for the time being.

"No-"

"Yes," she interrupted, "and it's fine, I understand. I'm happy to be your dirty little secret, for now."

"You're not a dirty little secret!" he shrieked.

"Oh yes I am!" she teased rolling on top of him again and sliding her tongue down his chest slowly listening to him groan as she got ever nearer to his throbbing penis, "For now!" she reiterated opening her mouth wide and taking him slowly inside it.

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He left early the following morning after just a couple of hours sleep, he woke to her hands exploring his body and they had quick lustful sex again on the bedroom floor after he had tried to get up and she had launched herself at his naked body dragging him down with her until she was on her knees and he could take her from behind while cupping her breasts. They collapsed in a heap of tangled legs and then after a few minutes of gentle caressing James rose to dress while she climbed back onto the bed sinking into the fluffy covers and watching him cover his muscular body in the green Ministry robes which were standard issue for aurors. "When can I see you again?" he asked leaning down to give her a kiss.

"You know where I am!" she replied wiggling her eyebrows at him.

"Thursday night?" he asked knowing he would need to see his family before then.

"I'll be right here," she teased flashing her naked body at him one last time.

With a hungry expression he grabbed one of her breasts and massaged it gently before whispering, "You are gorgeous," and then turned on the spot to apparate back to his own lonely flat which was contrastingly cold after having been vacated for the last six weeks.

She stared at the spot he had disappeared from for a moment and then smiled before bouncing out of the bed and heading into the bathroom to prepare herself for a day at work. The bags under her eyes betrayed the fact that she had had little sleep the previous night but she applied makeup to try and hide them, she was glad that James was back from his mission and a dragged out day of tiredness was worth it after a night with him. Donning smart work robes she dragged a brush through her tangled hair and caught a whiff of James' odour, he had a musky scent which oozed masculinity and she shivered a little as she remembered the night before. He was hesitant in all other areas but James Potter was a very good shag and he knew exactly what to do with everything. He needed time and she was understanding of that, Annemarie had hurt him and put him off balance. It was a well known fact that he had always been the heartbreaker and it was clear that she had knocked his confidence a little, not in the ways of being with a woman or talking to her but his confidence in trusting and loving them and she supposed that she could not blame him.

When he had first approached her months ago after his split with Annemarie she had known it would be a one night thing but to please the teenager still inside of her who had worshipped him from afar she had left with him and enjoyed a night of passion thinking it would be a complete one off. By the third time she was sure that she would never be able to give him up easily but also knew it would be a long time before he would commit to anything serious and she had made her peace with that. Then he had left on his mission and suggested that she see other people as they were not tied to each other but she had decided to wait for his return, if he rebuffed her then she would move on, if he didn't then they could carry on as they were, pleasing each other in more ways than one even if it was in secret. The owl tapping at her window in the early hours of the morning had annoyed her until she had realised it was his and after reading his scrawled letter which basically said he had missed her and was it suitable for him to call. She had scribbled a quick but breezy reply and waited in bed for his arrival knowing exactly what he really wanted and knowing exactly how she was going to give it to him.

She smiled wryly and then checked her reflection in the mirror before apparating from her house to work and going about a new day trying not to think of the handsome, rugged James Potter shagging her ruthlessly from behind on the shagpile.