You want to know how much work I got done today? None. Why? Because I was writing this quaint little filler to take us to the time jump.
Two updates in one day? You're welcome.
Ten Years & One Month Later…
James walked out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, sauntering into the bedroom he and Anya had been sharing since the day after graduation at Hogwarts. The downtown condo they lived in looked very much different from when Hermione lived here, the walls painted dark, rich colors with white trim in each room. The carpets had been replaced with hardwood floors at Anya's request, which was great in the summertime and in the winter too – as long as she kept a pair of slippers nearby.
He saw Anya awake in bed, propped up by her pillows with one bare leg out from under the covers, gently resting on another pile of pillows with a gigantic bag of ice wrapped around it as she flipped through a magazine. "Well?" he asked, toweling his head dry. "How does it feel to be officially retired at twenty four?"
She laughed, not even looking up at him as she flipped the pages. She had been a professional principle ballerina with the London Ballet Company the moment she finished Hogwarts, but with a reoccurring knee injury, Anya decided that enough was enough, and danced her final performance tonight in front of a packed theater. "Ask me in a few days when I'm on the brink of going stir-crazy."
"But just think of all the things you can eat," James said with a grin. "Now that your diet isn't dictated by those crazy ballet people."
Anya grinned. "This is true. Maybe I'll just spend a week letting Molly and Grandma Jean feed me. Maybe I could gain some weight and actually grow some breasts."
"Well," James said as he shimmied himself into a pair of clean boxers. "If you want to grow larger breasts, just know that you've got my full support."
She kicked her good leg towards him, despite it being under the covers. "Wanker."
He laughed at her, tossing the covers back and crawling into bed. Following his father's footsteps, James became an auror, and was quickly becoming of the department's best recruits. No longer gangly, his toned and muscled physique had not gone unnoticed by his family and friends, mostly the older male adults who booed at him in good fun during the summer time when he took his shirt off while swimming at the Granger's backyard pool. His strong arms snaked around Anya's petite ballerina frame, his chin resting on her shoulder as she placed a chaste kiss to his forehead.
"I really am going to need something to do," she said with a sigh, discarding her magazine on the end table. She looked over at him, pushing his damp hair away from his eyes. "Maybe go to university or something."
James made a face. "Not that I don't think you're brilliant – because you are – but why go to school now? You don't necessarily need a job…it isn't like we're ever going to need money. Even without your ballet contract…we'll be more than fine on my auror salary. Besides – they did say if you ever wished to go back and teach classes they would take you in a heartbeat."
Anya sighed; knowing everything James was saying was true. "I reckon as long as I'm always smarter than you we'll be alright."
James leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. "You'll always be smarter than me." She kissed him back, mindful of her iced knee as James moved to straddle her one leg, his forearms braced against the bed to keep most of his weight off of her. "And if you really wanted something to do, Mrs. Potter," he mumbled as his lips moved to her cheek, then down her jaw. "We could just have a baby."
"That would mean telling our parents…that we got married…" she said, moaning slightly as his mouth lightly sucked against her neck. "And when we do…they're going to kill us."
"Not if you're pregnant," James mumbled, peeling down her thin black bandeau bra before placing a mouth on her nipple. "It's the…perfect plan."
Hands shoved into James' shoulder, stopping him from moving to her other breast. He looked up and saw Anya staring at him, her eyes serious as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. "You've never mentioned children before."
He shrugged. "I was in auror training…and you were dancing," he thoughtfully replied. "Children didn't make sense before. I mean…you do want children…right?"
"Of course!" she exclaimed, nodding quickly as if to remove any sort of doubt from her husband's mind. "Of course I want children – your children, James." She brushed her hands against his face, freshly shaven that morning, and smiled. "You really want to do this?"
James laughed. "You said you were going to need something to do…and my schedule has become more regular now that I'm not a trainee anymore. I know we can do this, YaYa," he said the last part in a husky whisper, his face inching closer to hers. "You and me."
"And a baby," Anya said quietly, a grin tugging at her lips.
He looked over his shoulder at her iced knee and back at her. "Are you done with that?" he asked. She quickly nodded, draping an arm across her now bare chest as James sat back on his knees, carefully unwrapping the ice from Anya's knee. "It looks like the swelling is going down," James said, dropping the bag of ice to the carpet along with the wrap as he gently examined the beet red area of her leg."
"It'll finally have a chance to heal properly now that I won't be jumping up and down on it all the time," Anya mused, peeling her bandeau up over her head in one swift motion. "Just don't expect any sort of acrobatics this evening, Mr. Potter." She went to peel off her thong, pushing it down just far enough for James to remove the rest of the way.
James kissed her injured knee before shedding his boxers. Grabbing them along with Anya's undergarments, he tossed them by the wayside and grinned as he made his way up her legs with kisses. "I have no problem doing all the work tonight," he said earnestly, his hands splayed against her bony hips, burying his face between her thighs.
Anya closed her eyes tightly and moaned loudly, as this was a skill James had been good at from the beginning. Her hands fondling her small breasts, nubs as Claire called them; she remembered their first time, a few months into their final year of Hogwarts in the heads dormitory. She and James had been named Head Girl and Boy, much to the general delight of their families, and had been lectured by both sets of parents in regards to their newfound privacy.
"I think this is a violation of the rules," Anya said with a smirk as she and James stood in the middle of his room, James unbuttoning her shirt as she peeled away his cardigan.
James kissed her neck as his hands finished the last button. "I think waking up to your hands down my pants this morning was also a blatant…violation of the rules."
She craned her neck as far as she could; giving him better access as she blindly unbuckled his belt. "Yet you enjoyed it."
"Of course I bloody did," James mumbled, pulling her shirt away and letting it drop to the floor. "Who wouldn't?"
"Oh my God!" Anya moaned as James' tongue went to work, a tightening sensation building in her lower body as she clenched her breasts. "James…oh my god, James…"
He had her right where he wanted her, feeling her hips buck against his hold as he gave one last teasing suck against her wet folds. James was hard and ready, the idea of making love with the intent on creating a child becoming a bigger turn on than he anticipated. He made his way up her body, no longer needing to help himself find his way. His erection slipped into her without missing a beat, growing harder than before as she clenched herself around him.
"We're really going to do this?" James asked one final time, hovering over his naked girlfriend as the glow of the fireplace casted shadows in all the right places.
She nodded, looking a little bit nervous. "Just don't go too fast," she said. "It isn't…going to feel all that great for me the first time."
James nodded, understanding what she was saying. His dad mentioned something like that during the sex talk he got over the summer, which embarrassed them both to no end. He grabbed himself, the covers of his bed draped over his back as he tried to guide himself into her.
"Ow! What in the hell are you doing!" she yelped, smacking his shoulder.
"What!" he exclaimed. "I wasn't even pushing hard!"
"Except you weren't pushing it anywhere you're supposed to!" Anya exclaimed. Smacking his hand away from his teenage erection, she gently grabbed him and slid him up and down her wet sex before pushing him down to her entrance, carefully guiding him in. "Now be gentle," she instructed, her voice changing, as she looked him directly in the eye.
"Gentle," James nervous repeated, feeling himself slip inside her, little by little. He closed his eyes tight, silently thanking Teddy's advice to 'take care of himself' before this moment so that he'd last longer than a minute. He felt himself pushing against her thin barrier, opening his eyes to find her biting her lips together. "Anya we can stop –"
"No just do it," she whispered. "It's ok."
"You sure?"
She nodded quickly. He crashed his lips to hers, pushing into her the rest of the way, muffling her cries as he kissed them away.
Anya was certain there wasn't a part of her body from her knees up that hadn't been kissed by James as he kept a steady rhythm, rocking in and out of her, mindful of her knee as his hands moved up and down her sides. His lips had taken up residence on her chest, kissing and suckling each nipple, eliciting moans of pleasure from Anya's mouth as her fingers vigorously kneaded the muscles in his back. As much as she was enjoying the sensual, compassionate side of James - as she often did – her body was screaming for release.
"James," she managed to gasp mid groan, his teeth lightly pulling at a nipple. "James I need you."
He looked up at her, brushing her sweaty hair away from her face. "I've got you."
She smiled as her hips bucked against him with a bit more vigor. "No James – I need you…harder."
James smirked, leaning in, pressing a hard kiss to her lips as he grabbed her hips. Pulling away, he lifted her hips up and leaned back on his knees, quickening his pace as he pulled himself in and out of her, her hips bucking fiercely with the added pressure and faster pace. It only took a few minutes before both of them were nearing their limit. James pushed and pulled her harder onto him as he watched her drag a finger down to her clit, hammering away at it as she called out his name. He groaned as he felt her release, her body going limp as he pumped into her two, three more times before overwhelming himself with his orgasm – pressing himself into her hard as he felt himself cum in waves.
He collapsed on top of her, leaning his body weight to the arm he had on the bed next to her so that she could still breathe. She wrapped a leg up around his waist and hugged her arms around his sweaty neck, her mouth leaving warm, soft kisses against his shoulder. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her ear. "You were beautiful tonight, by the way," he whispered in her ear. "Stunningly beautiful."
She smiled, her hand cupping his defined jaw as he looked at her. "You might have mentioned that," she softly replied.
"You sure you won't miss it?" James asked.
Anya nodded. "I'm ready for something new."
"Because I certainly won't miss the different men I see touching you during those performances."
"Despite the fact that half of them would rather be touching you," Anya mused with a roll of her eyes.
James hugged Anya closer, still inside of her, and kissed the tip of her nose. "Doesn't matter. You're mine…and I don't want to share anymore.
"That seems fair," Anya agreed, the back of her hand caressing his face. "So…we're serious about this baby thing, right? Because we have about ten minutes until casting a contraception charm becomes pointless."
He kissed her softly, pulling at her bottom lip ever so slightly. "Let's start a family," he said as he pulled away, looking into her eyes as his forehead rested against hers.
"This means we're going to have to tell them we got married," Anya said with a mischievous laugh.
James shrugged. "I don't care. That day three years ago…was about you and me - just like we wanted it."
"Just like we wanted it," Anya repeated, before her lips found her beloveds again. "Happy Anniversary, love."
"Happy Anniversary too you too."