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39. "That wasn't fair."
James x Lily

Lily Evans was a tease. A complete and utter tease. She'd said she wanted to wait awhile before they slept together. She'd said it was a really big deal for her and she wanted to get to know him properly first. He was okay with that. Hell, he'd only just got her. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardise that. If she wanted to wait, well then, he'd wait.

What he hadn't anticipated was how much of a tease she was. She wandered around their Head's Common Room wearing not very much and a knowing smirk. The other day she'd come down from her room in just his Quidditch sweater. After a brief moment of wondering where the hell she'd gotten that from, he'd remembered that his hot girlfriend was wearing only his jumper and then he'd tried very hard not to think about it.

"Hey." She'd said, sitting down beside him.

"Hey." He'd said, trying to avoid looking at her legs.

Quite unexpectedly, he'd pulled his face to hers and kissed him more passionately than she ever had before. He'd crushed her to him, pulled her onto his lap, ran his hands through her hair and over her back and waist and...

"Stop." She'd said, pulling away. Her hair was mussed and her eyes bright. "We shouldn't get carried away."

He'd nearly cried with disappointment. She'd moved away, picked up her Transfiguration homework and continued like nothing had happened. He'd spent a really long time trying not to look at her legs or think about their kiss or how amazing she'd felt pressed up against him or how amazing she would look with her legs wrapped around his waist, his...STOP. He'd cut that thought off dead in its track.

He thought he may have made an involuntary noise because she'd looked up and shot him a wicked smile.

"Stop it." He'd moaned.

"Stop what?" She'd said innocently, getting up, walking round to him and plopping down on the couch beside him.

"Just go put some clothes on, please. I can't concentrate."

She'd giggled and moved closer, winding herself around him. "Sorry, baby. It's just so...hot in here. Too hot for more clothes."

He'd closed his eyes and thought about his dog dying. It had worked, sort of.

"I really r-really," his voice broke on the last word. Her smirk grew. "Think you should put some trousers on or something."

She'd grinned and then nodded. "Sure thing. Later though, I have homework." She'd kissed him chastely on the lips, gotten up and crossed back to her desk.

He'd frowned. She was definitely trying to tease him and it was definitely working. Maybe, maybe it was time to play her game...

He got up and walked to stand behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, she jumped and then relaxed under his touch. Carefully, he rubbed them gently, rubbing soothing circles in her back.

"Mmm, that's nice." She murmured.

He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. She pulled herself closer. Slowly, he leaned down, curving her back slightly. He moved closer to her lips, she was smiling with anticipation, he changed tack and almost, almost but not quite pressed his lips against her neck. Her breathing was slightly quickened, her hands tightened on his shoulders. She went to move even closer, to close the distance between her and his lips but, he'd pulled away, stood her on her feet and walked away. He'd almost got to the stairs to his bedroom before she stopped him.

"Hey! That wasn't fair!" She growled, still standing where he had left her.

He turned to face her, smirking. "Sorry baby, just thought you should get a dose of your own medicine."

She looked actually murderous. He knew he could outrun her and she didn't seem to have her wand on her but still... He did the only thing he could do; he crossed the room in two long strides and kissed her.

She responded instantly. "I hate you." She murmured against his lips.

He grinned. "No, you don't. You love me. And you want me."

"Jerk." She muttered.

"Didn't deny it though, did you?"

She stalked back to her desk. He smirked – score one to Potter.