These characters do not belong to me. They were created by the amazing J.K Rowling.
This story is rated: M. Due to language and future chapters.
Thank you all for being so patient with me!
Some of you may know, I was grounded. No lap top. No cellphone. No, nothing. I apologize that you had to suffer due to my rebellious behaviour ;)
Anyway, I won't hold it away from you any longer!
CRAVE
The mattress descended as two bodies climbed on top of it. Tongues were furious. Hands were starving for contact that was once unavailable. Lily's hot breath hit his neck – the heat turned James into a puddle of hormones. He grasped each side of her face; forcing his lips on hers once again. It took James a few times to persuade himself that this was real. This was actually happening. He would talk big game – but he never expected this. He felt like he was twelve again – having his first sloppy kiss.
"What are we doing?" Lily sprang away from him, raising her hands as if committing a criminal offence. James sat there; the look of shock seemed to be stuck on his face.
"You're the one who attacked me with your tongue. What was I supposed to do? Toss you out?" The sly nature returned. Composing his face was easy; composing his rising member was a completely different story.
"Yes. I don't know. This is… this is too weird. This isn't normal. What am I doing?" Lily muttered to herself – awestruck was an understatement. James leaned his back into a pillow, studying her for moment. She bit her thumbnail and continued to chew it, as she got lost in her own train of thought. He glanced at her buttoned down blouse, her black lace bra showing.
"What do you want?" He asked simply. There was a deeper meaning to his question. Lily peaked at him through her gemstone colored eyes. He looked away from them, trying to suppress his hard on.
"I don't know what I want." She admitted. Jesus! Was he ever confused?
"I want to do this. Rules and regulations need to be sorted immediately." Lily said in a professional tone. James had to pick up his jaw. Leave it to Lily Evans to make sex into a business negotiation.
"First things first, we're going at my pace." Lily said, shifting her posture to face James. She pulled her legs up on his four-poster bed an crossed them over each other. James raised a brow at her. He shook his head, declining her first rule.
"Not happening." James said. Lily lurched forward at him.
"Excuse me? Why not?"
"I'm the expert here, I lead. You keep up." James said, pointing at her. Lily rolled her eyes.
"If I don't like what you're doing – "
"Trust me, that won't be an issue." James assured, finding the most excited sensation growing in his chest. This is actually happening. I'm going to fuck Lily Evans.
"Second order of business, we tell no one." The warning in those emerald eyes was alarming even to a boy who towered over her and could pin her to the ground in two seconds flat. James nodded, looking like a puppy – wagging his tail.
"I mean it, Potter. No one can find out about this. No Marauders. No girls. No anybody. I will honestly kill you."
"I said, alright!" James said. Lily exhaled in agitation.
"Thirdly, this doesn't mean anything. I don't like you. I can barely stand you."
"Are you sure about this?" James stopped her. Lily closed her eyes, raising her chin. Her chest would raise and drop – still furious with everything that happened in that one day.
"I'm sure." She answered after a moment. James was uncertain.
"It's your first time." James attempted to jog her memory. Of all people, James was the last person to want to talk Lily out of having sex with him – but there was a tug inside his chest that pushed him to do so.
"Who honestly cares? It's the first time. I'm a virgin. I don't see what's the huge deal. Better I get the pain over with someone trivial and enjoy it the next time with the right guy." Lily explained, her cheeks burning. James frowned. He was just someone insignificant to her.
"Once I do this – you'll leave me alone." Lily reminded. James could feel guilt boiling in his stomach. He never thought he would push her to this limit.
"This isn't extortion."
"I want to do it." Lily said – she was beginning to flush. James noticed the color of her face changing – he smiled. She's shy. Lily Evans is shy. The busybody who feared no one was blushing before him. His hands moved toward her without realization. Gentle fingers startled her for a moment; they wandered slowly to her hips. Despite her inner voice's warnings, she was starting to cave. She drew closer to him – his hands still firmly around her.
Her heart jolted as he raised her and placed her chest upon his chest. She looked down at him in alarm. His eyes were calm. She was beyond nervous – there was no way around that. Absolutely tense – to the point where her shoulders were unyielding. Her chest rose and fell. Lily swallowed hard, closing her eyes. She tried to calm herself. What the hell am I doing? Her subconscious demanded.
Loud footsteps broke Lily's concentration. Her eyes almost popped out of her head as she felt a presence in the doorway. James pushed her off of him quickly; she fell to the unoccupied side of the bed.
"Well, well, well." Lily swung her head to find who had caught them in the promising position. Sirius Black. Her racing heart only grew faster. FUCK!
"Why are you in our dorm?" Lily screeched, hopping out of James' bed and marching towards his fathomless gray eyes. He bounced his head back as he was barking with laughter, his lustrous black hair falling behind his shoulders.
"I was in the bathroom." Sirius stammered between his laughter. Lily whirled to find Potter. He was pale. The kiss distracted him. He wanted to rip his hair out; how could he forget about Sirius? FUCK!
"Sorry to barge in, I'll leave you two be once I get the strategies for tomorrow."
"Fuck you, Potter!" Lily shouted before running out of the room, pushing passed an amused Sirius. James jumped out of bed – brisk and desperate.
"Lily – wait!" He called after her. The only response he received was the slam of the portrait door. She was gone and left James with his loathing for Sirius and himself. Sirius took a few strides toward James' bed; he flopped on the spot where James and Lily previously had absorbed.
"So, how long has this been going on?" Sirius asked, he couldn't contain his excitement. He flexed his arms over his head. James stared at the path Lily vanished down.
"A total of five minutes . . . Never to occur again." He said – feeling hopeless.
"Pity." Sirius reflected,, snuggling into the bed with appeasement. James twisted his head to throw him a glare.
"All thanks to you!"
"Me?" Sirius said, sitting up right. He placed a hand to his chest to gesture himself. James nodded in exhaustion. Sirius jumped off the bed at once. "How is this my fault? I go to take a piss and I come back to find Lily straddling you."
"You could've just left!' James said, pointing to the doorway. Sirius shook his head.
"She already saw me!"
"Fuck, man. This is bullshit." James cursed at his feet. He wanted to find someone to blame but the only person to fit that vocation was himself. "You can't tell anyone, Padfoot." He knew he had to fix this.
"You get the girl you've been hunting for years and now you want to keep it a secret?"
"Believe me, I'd want the world to know. She doesn't. I'm not going to embarrass her. It was just a kiss – nothing else, Pads. You can't tell a soul. My balls will be on silver platter if you tell!"
"Fine, I won't tell. Although, I think the safety of your balls is already in jeopardy. I'd sleep with one eye open tonight."
"I'll handle it. " James muttered – not looking forward to the conversation approaching his near future.
"Just try to keep the balls intact for tomorrow." Sirius said, walking out of the bedroom.
"I'll try my best." James assured as he lead Sirius out – although, he had troubling assuring himself.
James searched high and low – but he couldn't find the humiliated red head anywhere in the castle. Nobody had seen her – not even Marlene McKinnon. He gave up eventually; heading back to their Dormitories only to find her bedroom door was shut. The dorms were silent – he held in his breath to catch the sound of her breathing. Nothing. It was deceivingly peaceful, James knew better to let his guard down. He ran two hands through his uncontrollable mess of hair. James sighed subconsciously. His fingers tightened on his locks as he played back the scene in his mind – not noticing the pain his grip supplied. Bitterness tiptoed into his expression. His moral sense scolded him, ushering him to go to bed to let her cool down; his explanation could wait till the morning. Easily swayed by the thought, he trenched across the room to his door. Another sigh escaping him as he walked in – shutting the door behind him full of regret.
"Let's sit closer!" Marlene ushers – pushing passed idle students in hopes to claim a seat in the front. Lily follows, dragging her feet along with her.
"I'd rather not. I really don't want to see Potter." Lily interjected to Marlene – her emerald gaze darting back and fourth to examine by-passer's expressions.
"He'll be playing for Godric's sake. What's got your knickers in a twist? You're more on edge than usual." Marlene commented, clenching at the banister in the front row. Lily stole the place beside her – getting squished in the process.
"Nothing, nothing. Just another sleepless night." Lily took a bend at the truth as she continued to look around at everyone. No one seemed to be paying attention to her – she felt she had dove into a sea of relief. Sirius hasn't told anyone. Lily exhaled as if she had been holding her breath since the night before.
"Don't worry, once we kick Slytherin's ass – getting hammered should knock you out until noon tomorrow." Marlene obliged as her eyes searched the Quidditch Pitch for some Gryffindors to cheer on.
"You know I don't drink."
"I know you don't drink often." Marlene corrected Lily – a smirk playing on her lips. "And I know you're a light weight. I also know I am very persuasive." Marlene began to snicker. The laughter stopped in an instant – she grabbed at Lily's shoulder.
"It's Potter." She warned her friend. Lily scrolled her eyes nonchalantly to where Marlene's stare fell. Clothed in the Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, he held his broom and strolled the ground. Above him, Lily gawked – finding it hard to read his expression.
"That prick better win. I really don't want to hear those snakes bragging." Marlene made a fist and held it against the front of the stand they claimed. A girlish laugh trailed after her statement. Alice Fortescue budged her way to Marlene and Lily.
"They always brag – even if they lost – they'd have some way of bragging their defeat." She smiled. Her lips seemed to be split in an easy going smile permanently.
"Alright, Alice?" Lily asked. Alice beamed.
"I'll be better when we beat these bastards."
Lily stared unseeingly at the pitch, lost in her own mind. Everyone cares so much about this game – it's gotten personal. She glanced at her friends who had started the chant the rest of the Gryffindor stands belted. No wonder everyone loves Potter so much. Although, he's a prick, he gives them something to cheer for. The pitch was being filled with each team in separate sections. Scattered incantations roared at the sight. The rivalry between the houses was ancient. Slytherins and Gryffindors always had bad blood and Lily couldn't picture it being any different. When a game between the two occurred – everyone went buck wild. The game wasn't just a matter of scoring and catching snitches and the entire school knew that.
Lily could spot Potter again. He was talking to the spritely Rosie Cummings cladded in the same attire. One had to be light as a feather to be a seeker and Rosie fit that essential like a glove. Her curly blonde hair bounced in a high ponytail as she spoke with him animatedly. Lily tried to ignore her irritation. She blamed it on jealousy. Jealous of her figure and looks – most definitely not jealous of her closeness with James Potter. She couldn't help but wonder if James had ever fucked her too.
The thoughts that echoed in her mind distracted her for the majority of the game. She could tell by the lack of cheering and constant murmuring from her stand that they weren't doing so well. Callum Mitchell was poorly guarding the golden hoops that shimmered in the sunlight. Sirius Black made it his job to scold him every chance he got. Potter had taken a bludger to the stomach, he managed to stay put on his broom. The action knocked the wind out of him, affecting his game severely. Lily and the rest of the Gryffindors could barely watch. It was one fumble after the other. Lily squirmed in her stance, feeling Potter's pain from across the pitch.
The Gryffindor Common Room was in a bleak state due to the devastating loss. Victory or not – The team would gather the house for a party nonetheless. The defeat made some drink more than others.
"We'll get them next time." Marlene sighed, taking a long sip from her Butterbeer.
"Dirty, dirty playing. It's not fair." Alice's eyes were downcast as she muttered her complaint. Sirius scoffed.
"It's all fucking Mitchell's fault. The bloke has butterfingers. Who gave him Keeper?" He cursed as he downed his drink. Marlene glared at him, while pointing a limp finger at the good-looking boy.
"Your boy Potter did – he also threw the game away with his pathetic injury." Marlene slurred. Sirius jolted forward in retaliation. No one could ever insult the precious Potter to Black. Lily thought as she sat between them on the couch.
"Shut the fuck up, McKinnon. I'd like to see you take a bludger – you'd wail for hours." His tone was malicious but it didn't faze Marlene at all. She only smiled, leaning closer to reply.
"I've taken your bludger, haven't I, Black?" A lustful gleam in her eye as she teased Sirius. Sirius' frown transfigured quickly, smiling wryly at the lecherous blonde.
"Awkward, guys." Alice commented. Lily agreed.
"Save the sex talk for the bedroom, kids." Lily advised as she poured herself another Butterbeer in a goblet. Sirius broke his gaze to snigger at Lily.
"Well, you'd know all about pillow talk, Evans." Sirius said, leaning back in his seat. Alice and Marlene tilted their heads in unison – unsure of the meaning of his joke.
"Why don't you go cheer up the Captain? He could use it." Sirius suggested, gesturing to the corner where James and Remus engaged. James was holding a bottle of fire whiskey. Remus was speaking to him – looking sincere. Lily felt bad for the one known as Prongs but the last thing she wanted was to talk to him after their last incident.
"Why don't you?" Lily asked, sounding beyond sour. Sirius smirked.
"I'm busy, remember?" His eyes motioned to Marlene, chugging her butterbeer excitedly. Lily shook her head at the sight. Her eyes found their way back to Potter. He acted like he was at a funeral. She wanted to tell him it was just a game but it wasn't to people like Marlene who blamed him for the loss. That's a lot of pressure.
Her eyes considered him. That's ridiculous. It's Potter. It's a stupid game and he's stupid for caring about it so much. One side of her brain fought with the other.
"I need a shot." Lily groaned, knowing this would shut up one side of her brain. Marlene cheered – shooting like a hex from a wand out of her seat.
"Get me the firewhiskey!"
Alcohol lead Lily to James Potter and his face that was torn with conflict.
"You going to sit there all night, Potter?" Lily asked, a raised brow questioning him as well. Potter lifted his head as if it weighed one thousand pounds.
"Evans?" He had not expected her sudden presence. She stood above him; hand on her hip and a devilish grin worn just right.
"Jesus, Potter. Ever heard the phrase: You win some, you lose some?" Her frown softened into a stiff grin. James guided her to steal the seat beside him. She was kind enough to accommodate his silent request.
"I thought we weren't talking." James said in a stage whisper. Lily placed her empty goblet on the table in a frosty calm.
"You act like I've never said that before." She said, crossing her legs, as she got comfortable.
"That is true. Then again, the circumstances are different." His hand supported his chin while the table supported his elbow.
"Did you swear Black into secrecy?" Lily coiled a lock of hair. She already knew his answer. James sighed and nodded as confirmation.
"Yeah, but don't try to distract me. I'm busy beating myself up." He said while signaling his bottle of firewhiskey.
"I think the rest of Gryffindor already has that covered." She said, grabbing the bottle from him, pouring a small amount into her goblet.
"You really know how to cheer a bloke up." He mulled over in sarcasm. Lily took a sip of her goblet, making a face of disgust at the pungent taste. James fought off a smile. God, she's straitlaced. Hitting the goblet back on the table, Lily wiped the residue of the whiskey off her lips with the back of her hand.
"Okay." Lily said, staring at James. He made his lips into a straight line, squinting his eyes in a query. "Rant, vent, blow up, what have you; I'll listen." Lily offered, indicating with her small hand in a clockwise motion for him to begin.
"There's nothing to rant about. I just let the house down – I'm allowed to be disappointed, aren't I?" He said in a grumble, taking a swig from the bottle. He breathed through his mouth to avoid the sharp taste. Lily watched him with cool interest.
"Maybe," Lily allowed. His gaze faltered and fell at the word. "But you can always make it back to them by winning the cup. You got hit in the gut and no one had to peel you from the ground. Always a silver lining." Lily saluted his effort. James cracked up at her optimism.
"In the mean time, take a shot and forget about it."
"Who are you and what have you done with Lily Evans?"
"Hush up, Potter. I forgave you and tried to cheer you up. You should be grateful."
"I'm very grateful. And you did cheer me up." He croaked, grabbing the firewhiskey by its long neck. His index finger pointed at her lazily before wrapping around the bottle again.
"See." Lily reclined victoriously.
"So, why the forgiving nature?"
"Not sure. I'm tipsy; I'm easy to win over. The fact you're a blubbering mess over a game made me feel a little sympathetic."
"How kind of you. Still pity me?"
"Always have."
"They're getting along." Alice chirped. Marlene tore her eyes off Sirius to investigate the corner that Lily and James inhibited. She shook her head with an intoxicated smile.
"She's drunk. She'll hate him by the morning." Her explanation forced a smile upon Sirius Black's sealed lips.
"You're mad." Lily pounded at the table with an open hand, laughing her ass off. James' face was red as he protested, slamming the table as well. The music drowned out their conversation through the Gryffindor Common Room.
"I most certainly am not!"
"You're telling me that was you too?" Lily's volume dropped, looking at him with utter shock.
"You're surprised?" He smirked.
"That's why he stopped sitting beside me." The epiphany hit Lily like a piano falling from the sky, her eyes glossed as she recalled the previous year.
"Yep." He said with satisfaction. Lily pulled backward, lips firmly pushing against each other – she couldn't deny that she was impressed with his determination.
"How many is that? Five? I only knew you scared off Alex Thatcher."
"Well, I wasn't as subtle with ol' Thatcher. He was only after one thing." James slurred as he guzzled the rest of the bottle.
"Subtle? You set him on fire!" Lily hit him playfully – the action caused Potter to cough up the whiskey.
"He was asking for it!" He burst out laughing. The giggling was contagious. The two drunken teenagers chortled loudly, drawing some attention on their sudden closeness. Lily tried to calm her tittering but failed miserably.
"You're one to talk, Potter. Last time I checked, you were begging to shag me." She said in between her chuckling.
"Can you blame a bloke?"
"You could blame Thatcher." She pointed at him, the laughter coming back with a vengeance.
"Thatcher is a sod – you should've heard the things he'd say about you. You'd be singing a different tune."
"Sure, sure, Potter. My hero!" She toyed with his hands, strangling the neck of the Firewhiskey bottle. His grip loosened, finding her hands and clasping them eagerly.
"That's better." James encouraged. Lily lost the ability to control her laughter, her eyes watered as she continued to crack up. James watched her, lust hovering his gaze.
"My cheeks hurt from laughing!" She touched her face, feeling how hot she was.
"Let's get out of here." James suggested quietly. The moral voice inside her head managed to stifle her giggling – warning her where his suggestion would lead her. Unfortunately, the alcohol in her system seemed to be a powerful opponent.
"Okay." He didn't have to ask her twice.
Next chapter will be the reason why this story is rated M, if you catch my drift.
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