M rated!
--
One of the benefits of being Head Girl was having her own room, it wasn't much, but it was all hers. And normally, on nights like tonight, when she couldn't sleep, she was doubly grateful. It meant she could pace, read, have the light on as long as she liked, or brood as much as she wanted and nobody could get annoyed because no one was around.
She was taking full advantage of the privilege by sitting on her bed, in the middle of her priceless private room, and brooding to the best of her ability. But tonight, instead of being grateful, she was so troubled that she was seriously considering going back to her old dorm and waking Emily.
She felt so confused that she wasn't entirely sure she would be able to figure out her feelings on her own. Emily was her best friend and she was also much more experienced with boys, if anyone could help Lily work this mess out it was her.
Lily quickly dismissed the idea of seeking her out though. Emily loved her sleep and was not a fun person to be around if she was woken up before she'd had a full nine hours. Plus, Lily was pretty sure it wasn't prudent for the Head Girl to be sneaking in and out of dorms in the middle of the night. Reaching those conclusions she continued to sit and brood alone.
A knock on her door snapped her out of her depression and she was confused momentarily before she brightened. Perhaps Emily had noticed how upset Lily had been and had decided to come to her room so they could talk.
Then her thoughts darkened at the realization that if her luck this last week was anything to go by, it wasn't going to be Emily on the other side of that door, but Samantha, who would be there on the pretence of checking up on her, but really just to gloat.
In fact, she was so convinced of her bad luck that by the time she had gotten off the bed and made her way to the door, she was sure it would be Samantha and had tried to prepare herself accordingly.
So by the time she opened the door to James she didn't look particularly happy.
But after a few seconds, during which Lily's brain tried to process what exactly her eyes were seeing, her expression changed dramatically. Okay, she had been wrong before, Emily's presence wasn't the only one that could make her feel better.
Her abrupt change of feelings did nothing to change his though. He had obviously expected her to be surprised.
Without hesitating she stepped aside and allowed him to enter her room. If it had been any other day she probably wouldn't have assumed he wanted to come in, but considering the time and the way this last week had gone she figured he hadn't come to her to have the kind of conversation that either of them wanted held in the hallway.
As he stepped into the room, she took in what he was wearing with surprise; maroon boxers and a white t-shirt. It was obvious he hadn't planned on coming; he'd chosen to come see her without really thinking about what he was doing.
Noticing his outfit she suddenly became aware of what she was wearing. She closed the door, suddenly hyper sensitive to the fact that the old t-shirt she was wearing only managed to reach her mid thigh.
It was clear to her that he had noticed what she was wearing as well because once he was in the room he stood very still, staring at her for a very long time with his mouth just slightly agape.
Unexpectedly, though, he turned and walked away from her and moved to the middle of the room where he reached out and rested his hand on her bed post.
He sighed before saying "I'm sorry I left so suddenly, and without talking to you before I went." As he said that he looked at his hand and, upon realising exactly where it was, removed it rather self consciously.
Lily nodded in acceptance of his apology but didn't reply.
"I really did go home," he said, trying to explain himself, "It's just I didn't exactly have to go, I could have stayed. My parents requested I go home, they often ask me to be present for one thing or another," he said as a side note, "but I normally say no…. and…and I could have gotten the necklace another way, without having to leave. I knew exactly what I wanted, in fact I had it commissioned, so someone else could have picked it up for me, but honestly… I thought that it was for the best if I got away for a couple of days. Things between us have been happening so fast and I really didn't want you to feel pressured. I needed to get some control back. I know you're not used to… I'm so sorry, but I had to leave…from you, us…so that I… I didn't lose my self-control completely."
With an odd combination of shame and anger, she said "Yes, well I suppose you had to get away from me. After all I'm the weirdo who can't seem to control herself around you, and who has mad urges to…"
Shock was the only thing James could think to feel after she said that. Then he realised that she though he'd left because of something she'd done, not because he was a horny teenager who couldn't seem to control himself around her.
"It's me I don't trust Lily," he carefully amended.
It took a little while for Lily to realise exactly what it was he was trying to say but when she did realise she was both relieved and amused. "Let me get this straight, you came to me in the middle of the night, in nothing but your boxers to tell me you don't trust yourself alone with me?'
As she said that she started to walk towards him.
He frowned for a moment before chuckling quietly and saying, disbelievingly, "It seems like it, doesn't it?"
By then she had reached him and taken his hand. The moment she did so he said "Merlin, your hand is cold," and before she could say a word he had pulled the cover off of her bed and wrapped it around her shoulders.
She didn't think for one moment that all his fussing was really just because he thought she was cold, but she allowed it anyway, loving the attention she was receiving, especially after a week of no contact.
She climbed up on the end of her bed tucking her feet beneath her. When she was kneeling she found herself at just the right height to be able to nestle her head against his chest.
Smiling, he stroked her hair and whispered "I did miss you though."
She gave a small smile, but was disappointed in that she knew nothing more would happen between them now, after hearing all his reasons she knew there was no way he would start anything here in her private room. He obviously thought he couldn't trust himself to just kiss her. After all, if he couldn't trust himself out in the open by the lake then he certainly wouldn't trust himself this close to her bed. So he would do nothing.
And so instead of waiting for him to start it, she did. She threw off her covers and kissed him desperately.
He may have been surprised by her actions, but he understood the gesture completely and didn't even try to stop it once it had been started. And so, with his complicity and a firm grasp on his hair, she kissed him repeatedly, each one deeper than the last.
When he had been pressed against her body that day in the grounds he'd had a chance to explore her body, but his search had been hindered by her school robes. So, even though his exploration had not been without reward, it had remained ultimately fruitless. Tonight, though, all she was wearing was a T- shirt and any pleasure he got from sliding his hand across the thin material of her top was only exceeded by hers.
The only real obstacle to Lily's pleasure was that he was wearing a shirt at all. And had James's hands not been so diligently employed already she was sure he probably would have removed it himself by now.
But since they were so wonderfully occupied Lily took up the task herself. She had barely begun to feel the soft skin of his back as her fingers raised his t-shirt when their bodies toppled back onto the bed.
She climbed on top of him as his hands ran the length of her thighs before they found the hem of her shirt and pulled. Having achieved his goal, he stopped all movement, dumb struck at the sight of her naked body, because naked she was, seeing as she had been wearing no knickers. The thought of her being bare the whole time he had been talking to her nearly drove him mad and he groaned loudly. He stayed still for a split second longer before his body, regaining its motor functions, took over from his brain and he rolled them over covering her mouth with his frantically.
His hands started exploring every part of her they could reach, but despite the pleasure this incited, and his preoccupation with the smoothness of her skin, he eventually became aware and then irritated that he was wearing so many clothes. And so he released her long enough to undress himself by whipping his t-shirt over his head, and start to push his boxers down.
Just as they started to descend they both seemed to pause, both seeming to realise where exactly they were heading, they were both astounded and shocked at the position they had found themselves in. He eyed her worriedly, expecting her to be angry at him and then tell him to stop.
But she did no such thing. Instead, she reached out hesitantly and ran her shaking fingers down his chest, up again and then over his shoulder and down his back. When she finally reached the elastic of his boxers she started to gently push them down. A brief flash of surprise flickered in James's eyes before his hands took over for hers and he flung his boxers to one side.
Since throughout some of their more fevered kissing she had felt his bulge before she had some idea of exactly how big he was. Yet, despite that, she couldn't help, but stare when it was finally revealed to her. It was hard to ignore really since it seemed to be trained directly at her.
When she finally managed to force her eyes away from it she raised one eyebrow slightly, as if to question the viability of what nature seem to think was possible.
He in turn raised his own eyebrow and stared directly back at her, making her realise that perhaps her dumbfounded expression hadn't been quiet as subtle as she would have liked.
But she soon forgot about her musings on viability when he started to kiss her and his hands started to run all over her body again.
As his seeking hands became more urgent she knew that it was now or never. So, with her mind made up, she allowed him to move in between her legs. Truth be told, all his attentions had really heated her blood and made her more than a little anxious to have him insider her.
Once settled he didn't rush to have her. In fact, he stopped caressing her all together, pulling his fingers away from her clit. She moaned the second his hand left her.
She opened her eyes, both lust and annoyance at his stopping swirling in their depths.
"Sorry," he said, breathlessly. "It's just well… you're so small. I really don't want to hurt you."
Right now, given how turned on as she was, pain didn't really seem like that much of a problem and so she replied in an equally breathless voice "You'll have to."
He knew he had to as well, he just didn't like it. "Are you sure"
"Yes."
As soon as the word passed her lips he started to gently ease himself in to her. He was right it had hurt, but he went in slowly at first, trying to allow her to adjust, and given his gentleness and his continued caress, it wasn't long until the pain seemed to be gone.
But as they progressed she noticed his face becoming a little strained, "Are you alright?" she asked, running her palm over the muscles flexing in his back.
"Yes," he grunted. "I'm just trying really hard not to hurt you."
She realised then why he looked so tense, and she moved her hand from where it was, to run it briefly through his hair before saying. "It's okay, let go."
And suddenly his restraint collapsed, he gripped her hips and thrust into her hard, over and over again.
She desperately tried not to cry out and was saved from doing so when his mouth covered hers swallowing the noise.
He whispered words of apology and love in her ear. But he needn't have bothered because although his increased fervour had hurt, she found that it was starting to feel quite pleasurable again. In fact she was beginning to enjoy it so much that her instincts took over and she ran her teeth down his beautiful neck. Unfortunately that action seemed to bring on another round of hard thrusting and she suddenly found that the pain wasn't quite as gone as she had thought.
But she bit her lip and hung on to him as he reached his peak and came, hard and fast.
In the quiet that followed she could only hear his deep breathing and after a moment he rolled away from her. When he had settled next to her she looked over at him and saw him rest the back of his hand over his eyes.
So that was sex, she thought to herself grumpily.
She felt abandoned and she considered turning her back on him to sulk, but before she had a chance to move so much as a toe he had wrapped his arms around her and drawn her tightly into his chest.
He buried his face in her neck and stroked the small of her back, "I'm so sorry Lils."
She loved when he called her Lils, he seemed to only do it when they were alone, if his apology hadn't been enough, calling her Lils would have made her give him anything right now. Sweat was beading on his forehead and instinctively she wiped it away. "Sorry for what?" she asked quietly. "We both knew what to expect. There was no other way, unless I wanted to remain a virgin the rest of my life," she joked.
He smiled, hesitantly, and stoked her face. "Yeah, Lils, I know, I just…"
She waved him off before saying "Hey you have hair on your chest."
He chuckled, but dismissed her comment immediately as he started to kiss her again. As he pulled away he said "Lily, do you think we could… do you think I could -- ?"
"You can do it again?" she questioned smiling, but the hardness pressing against her thigh proved that he could.
"Most definitely. I feel like I've been waiting forever to have you, and I don't think my brain really believes this is happening unless I'm inside you"
"Well alright then, if we must" she sighed, but her huge smile gave her away.
"You'll be the death of me yet." he said with a grin of his own.
She swatted him lightly "Oh you love it."
His response was to kiss her deeply.
--
A/N
Okay, I know this wasn't quite as swift as my other updates but I am in the middle of exams and it has only been a week.
My last exam is next week so I will hopefully have the next chapter out to you by next weekend, but I cant promise
I awarded the sneak preview to cymru01 because she has been a constant reviewer since I first started writing so yeah… although it wasn't really much of a preview because she only received it a little bit earlier than I posted, again I'm going to have to blame the time constraints of exams. I'm really sorry cymru!
To all those who wished me luck thank you. To all those who have exams as well you have my commiserations and I wish you good luck.
