Hello again! I know it has been a long time since I last updated but, well, I actually have no excuse. Anyways, this chapter is written slightly different than the previous ones, so I truly do need to know your opinions about it.
Enjoy!
"Huhhh"
A long sigh that was muffled by the sound of the hot water as it rushed to massage Lily's creamy skin escaped. The header's bathroom was, least to say, heavenly. Steam rose from the bath, higher and higher, just like her soul, and each bit of exhaustion was sucked out of her pores.
A scent of strawberry, of cream, of roses and hazelnuts filled her nostrils; a mix of each and every favorable scent and she made a mental note to read about that more.
Magic was more than evident in that bath. And just like everything else, time has passed with a magical speed. It was already an hour since she entered and no matter how persistent that tiny voice in her head told her it was time to go, her soaked legs had no willingness whatsoever to move.
Once again, she decided to move. But the feeling of the water on her skin was far more than relaxing, almost erotic.
So why bother?
THIS was heaven on Earth. The head's bathroom.
Her hand crawled to her neck, on a slightly rough point where there was a faint scar. The act was unconscious, automatic, and as she inhaled, her fingers stayed on the very same place. There was something unbelievably addictive in that place, a weird turn-on, because every time she touched it something tugged at her memory cells and each nerve in her body would respond. She applied slightly more pressure and something deep down in her core vibrated, an old reminiscence which took her breath away. All of a sudden, she become more aware of organs she never got bothered with.
KNOCK KNOCK.
Her hands flew, her eyes snapped open and her body moved forward into a sitting position. The hammering of her heart was echoing in her ears, the adrenaline rushed in her veins at the thought of being caught.
"What the..." she muttered under her breath.
"... hell Evans? Have you died inside? There are people who need to use the bathroom too, you know."
"Couldn't you, from the essence of being a gentleman, wait till I finish?" Her tone was annoyed, face flushed and hands grapping the towel to cover her exposed body. The magic was gone and, all of a sudden, the fact that she was naked and James was on the other side of the door, made her blush more.
"Gentlemen need to use the bathroom too, you know."
Her feet was moving out of the bath, her hair dripping droplet after the other, a towel surrounding her from just above her breasts to her mid thighs.
No She whispered to herself after a visual sweep of the bath. NO. NO NO NO.
Where are my pajamas?
They should be there. They should be there.
She was frantically moving then, searching for the creamy sleeveless top and the pink shorts, her undergarments as well. Nothing was there but the now cold tiles of the bath and another much smaller white towel.
No.
"Lily? Are you done? Com'n my situation is becoming hopeless here!"
"Err," her voice shook slightly. She turned her head to the right and caught her reflection in the mirror. Her red hair was longer sticking all around her face.
What am I supposed to do now?
She made a fast small mental list of the options she has:
1- Tell James to get her clothes from her room.
2- Just get out with the towel already.
3- Stay here till the end of eternity.
No. Not in a million year would she get him to enter her room. Not when the sun explodes, dinosaurs come to life again and Sirius actually sticks to one girlfriend for more than two months. Her room was where her diaries and books were, underwear too.
Option 2.
The same tingling sensation was back at the mere thought, the same hollow sensation in her chest, the same hitch in her heartbeats.. A weird rush of excitement.
And that was when she realized option 3 was the only logical option left.
"Ummm, James?" she moved closer to the door, put her ear on the wood and asked tentatively.
"Could you just go to your room or outside the common room for a while? Just a minute? And the bath would be clear."
There was silence for a while.
"Why?" and the tone of his voice was enough evident to prove he guessed correctly.
Her heartbeats hitched.
"Please? Just a minute."
Why was she all of a sudden feeling all vulnerable, exposed ... feminine? She felt weak, alive and bewildered at the same time.
Must be the bath. The steam was still thick with its scent.
"Com'n, Lily. I'' just have a peak." The playfulness in his voice made her legs go weak.
"James. I am warning you..."
"Okay. Okay. I'll go."
A short silence.
"Are you gone?"
"Yes."
"Goddamit! Just go!"
" Fine, okay. You'd better remember that.."
She could hear the sound of his shoes clicking, moving away. In the hotness of the bathroom and the thick steam, she counted till thirty.
James checked the clock again. 2 minutes, that was more than enough to go to her room. He was about to move again, then thought better of it, and stayed for another minute.
He made his way to the bathroom. The door was, as he predicted, open and the and an addictively smelling steam welcomed him. He passed the fire, the couch, and finally become only a few meters away from the door when a shape caught his eyes.
A shape tugged in a white cotton towel was lying on the floor.
"LILY!" She was on the floor, laying on the frame of the door. Her still wet hair was hiding her face. One hand beneath her, the other motionlessly around her waist.
His hand found her chin and, strongly yet tenderly, moved it to see her face. The faint blush was gone.
"Lily! NO!"
He carried her, one hand supporting her back, the other her legs and the towel was slightly pushed to the back.
"Lily! Answer me, Lily! Lily!" He kept saying her name again and again till he lay her on the couch.
He knew what he had to do.
At first, he put his hand on her mouth, an opened fist, and blew from the other side. It seemed stupid, inefficient...
So his lips opened hers fully, his hands found her heart and he blew much stronger than ever.
Darkness, that was where I was. That was the only thing present; darkness and a faint pounding sound. A distant one yet with a defined rhythm. A bit by bit, the pounding started to get closer, become stronger ..
It didn't bother her yet. She could still play deaf and ignore it, stay in her happy nothingness. Then, she felt the pressure, a forceful continuous rhythmic beating. Much much forceful. It started to suffocate her, the pressure and the beating which knocked the breath out of her each time. Like being beaten straight and square in the chest with a burning metal rod. The fire, it built up with each breath...
James kept his routine; breathe, beat, breathe, beat.
She started to respond, the tiny movement of her lungs under his fingers. It didn't take long before her eyes flattered open, tardily, before becoming more conscious. And then she felt it, the pressure, on her mouth, the forced air, the hand that felt like an iron grip as it knocked on her heart.
She felt the pressure of his body on hers, even when supported with two hands. A faint cough erupted from within her chest, then it became harder, more forceful, forcing their lips apart.
"You're okaay?" His face was so close, his eyebrows sewed together, eyes gleaming, sparkling as they bore into her face. A tingle of sweat was on his forehead as he panted.
She shifted her eye to the right, and coughed two extra times. Her breathing was rigid, random and fast. Between one breath and the other, she muttered a yes.
"Thanks' Merlin." His frown got smothered a bit as he inhaled deeply.
Few seconds only filled with the sound of their breathings passed and so it didn't last long before they realized their position. James' hand was still on her chest, which was already half-exposed as the towel dropped lower. Almost two thirds of her thighs were in full view now. She smelled of hazelnuts and strawberry, half naked, on the couch and James was on top of her.
"Ohh."
His hand was withdrawn as fast as flash, leaving a hollowness she never realized was there. His body moved backwards, away from her ,putting as much space as possible, reaching a more respectable position as attainable. His eyes swept all over her once before leaving her all alone and going to his room. It didn't take long before he came back with a pillow in his hand, and a blanket, which he covered her body with, tucking the sides.
"James, I'm okay." She managed to croak.
"Shh," he said, putting the pillow behind her head, "just rest now, okay? Don't talk. I'll take you to the hospital wing now."
"No! I am okay I swea-"
"Shh," He put his finger on her lips, "just breath."
And he was right. Her head was still dizzy, things were still kinda blurry and the sharpness of sensation she got when he was close disappeared with his James' withdrawal.
She could still feel the place burning, the place where the iron grip was.
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