Okay, I think you guys know me at least a little bit at this point (voluntarily or not), so I think you know that I love myself a bit of a thirst trap… but I think this might be my thirstiest chapter yet. ** I realize that's saying something, but I really think I out-thirsted myself this time. I read it back about a thousand times and was like… okay. But, LET'S ADD MORE.
EllanaWest guessed right, the song that I think really encapsulates their smut scene is the "Slower" of this chapter title by Tate McRae. (Not all the lyrics work, but that's the vibe I'm going for!)
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. Art work by the awesome Meg (tumblr: anxiouspineapples)
Slower
Later That Night, 7th Year
"So, you're telling me there's a secret society, with some of our teachers, set up to fight Voldemort and his followers?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Wicked," James said, perched at the edge of his seat in their common room.
As soon as the meeting had adjured, Lily had approached Dumbledore to explain how it would be hard to keep the Order from James, because he's very observant, you see, attentive even, and exceptionally smart, and I'm not sure I can keep it from him, and dear Merlin, please don't make me, I really don't want to, just let me tell him about it already, damnit! Of course out loud, she had tried a more professional approach, touting how he was really marvelous with secrets, already knew about the true prophecy, and would be a strong asset to the group given his future career plans. Lily hadn't expected Dumbledore to fold quite as easily as he had (far too easily), especially given how Alice had mentioned having to persuade people to let her in, on account of the fact that she was still a student.
"Really?" Lily had asked Dumbledore disbelievingly when he'd told her she could tell James about the Order and bring him to the next meeting.
"Yes," he'd said, regarding her over his glasses. "If he is as upstanding of a gentleman as you say he is, I can see no reason to keep him from fighting for our side in the war. He is, as you astutely pointed out, our Head Boy after all."
He's up to something… Why is he always up to something? Lily considered the fact that perhaps the headmaster was only being extra amenable to her demands because he'd just announced that she and her best friend were being hunted again. The whole meeting had been focused on them: should Frank and Lily fully go into hiding, complete with Lily dropping out? Should they be offered up as bait? Moody said the 'thing that everyone was already thinking'(his words) by saying as long as one of them survived, it could be seen as a successful strategy to take down some Death Eaters. (Lily was pretty sure only he felt this way.) By the end of the meeting, Lily almost reconsidered her stance on trying to get James inducted into the Order, because maybe he wouldn't do so well with this sort of blasé attitude towards Lily's possible life sacrifice . But he'd want to know… She reminded herself. He deserves to know. We're partners.
They hadn't exactly decided what to do with the news, other than remain on heightened alert. Professor McGonagall and Carter were in charge of guarding Hogwarts, and Lily was asked to report if she witnessed any unusual Death Eater activity. She'd pointed out that this would be quite hard to do considering the Death Eaters weren't allowed to interact with her anymore. She thought what they really needed was a spy. While the adults discussed the non-British Aurors they had working in the office who might look young enough to pass as foreign exchange students, Lily's mind drifted to Rosier. He was perfect: he was already trying to quit being a Death Eater and he wouldn't have to infiltrate anything — he was already in Slytherin! Hell, he was already in Voldemort's inner circle! She'd have to go speak to him. Then again, maybe Dumbledore already knows about Evan's wavering loyalty to the Dark Side? He did just say he had a source.
That was a problem for another day; now, she was talking to her stunningly attractive boyfriend and trying to get him to join the Order of the Phoenix.
"Can I join?" Well, that wasn't hard.
"Yes! I talked to Dumbledore, and he'd like you to come to the next meeting." She tucked her hair behind both her ears. "Only thing is, you can't tell the rest of the Marauders." She grimaced. "At least, not yet."
He shifted uncomfortably. "All right. Well, hopefully I can convince them soon we'd all be worthy members, yeah? I'm sure our side could use as many people as we can get." He wasn't wrong. Lily sure liked his use of the word 'our'. Okay, so it was about a group that they now both belonged to, but still. It's nice to be on the same team. The same page. "So how long have you known about it?"
She grimaced harder. "Since I got back." His eyebrows flew up. "In February…"
"Are you serious?!" James cried out. "Damn, I'm dating a woman of mystery over here."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it's cool." James shrugged, far too understandingly she thought. Perhaps he doesn't want to put a damper on our first official day together? "I get that it wasn't your secret to tell. I'm sure you wanted to tell me."
"I did!" Lily jumped on his words. "I really did." She grabbed his hand, covering it with her own on her lap as she squinted tensely. "There's probably something else I should tell you. You know, to make sure you realize what you're getting yourself into by dating me and all that jazz."
He looked at her seriously. "Okay. Shoot."
"Dumbledore thinks they're going to try to kidnap me again. Soon." It was so, so bizarre that she almost felt more worried what this information would do to him than what it meant for her. Her mother had always warned her that she had a bit of a self-sacrificing streak to her.
There was a beat. A long beat, punctuated only by Lily's loud exhale and a twitching in James' jaw. Then, he shook his head definitively as he looked at the dying fire. "Nah. That's not gonna happen." He turned his hand over so he could hold hers, the fire dancing in his eyes oddly mesmerizing. She found herself fully believing him. "I won't let it, Lily. Not again."
She gave him a squeeze. "Okay," she whispered.
"They'd have to get through me this time, and I'll have you know, I'm quite the thorny adversary." He looked her over. "You okay?"
"Yeah." She forced a smile that felt highly unnatural. "I kinda just wanna go to bed, if that's all right. Can I sleep in yours?"
His smile didn't quite reach his eyes either. "Yeah. Of course." Lily absolutely hated Voldemort for trying to ruin this special, new, magical time in their lives for them. We won't let him, she thought determinedly. That's what he wants and we won't let him.
They got ready to go to bed, Lily entering his room for the first time and looking around. He seemed to have brought some of his decor with him from home, along with a few new pictures on his nightstand. She recognized one of them as the photo they'd all taken at the Potter Christmas ball last year towards the end of the night — which explained why Lily's hair was falling from its updo, Remus had a few lipstick stains on his collar, and Sirius' bowtie was at a 45 degree angle. But they were all laughing their asses off and cheering with champagne. They looked so happy.
"I love that photo," James said, watching Lily's progress around the space from the comfort of his bed.
Lily's index finger dragged over his portrait's guffawing face. "Me too. We had fun that night."
James chuckled, clearly picking up on the meaning, and horniness, behind her words . "And we'll have fun again soon."
She gave him a sideways glance. "Don't give me that. You're the one who's lying in bed shirtless… you tease."
"Says the girl in the nightgown that barely covers her arse cheeks." He looked like an Adonis, propping his head up with his knuckles at his cheekbone while he lounged.
She shot him a smirk before she gasped looking at his bedpost. "Look at this! It's your old bed! I can't believe it, they must have just magicked them into our new rooms! Actually, that's kind of neat. That means we got our own beds for our whole time at Hogwarts."
"Wait, how do you know this is the same one as back in my dorm?"
Lily pointed to the five little notches on his pillar before wrapping her hand around it to demonstrate just how they got there. "This is from the last time we fucked," she said slowly, knowing the effect it would have on him, but needing company in her gutter thoughts.
"I remember that," he replied huskily. "I wouldn't have let you leave my bed had I known it was going to be for the last time in a while." A while. The words mocked her. They told her that he wanted to give into her again soon, so frigging soon, but not quite yet.
"I wish you wouldn't have." His eyes were trailing down her body, and Lily felt the different areas coming alive as he scanned, as though each wishing to preen for him.
Just as her legs were getting their time in his spotlight, Tiger decided that she'd had enough of her parents' blatant sexual tension. "Meow!"
Lily looked down at Tiger, pawing at her ankle. "Aw, baby!" she cooed, scooping her up.
"Already such a little cockblock," James joked, grinning at the pair.
Lily gasped, acting out being scandalized. "I thought you said no sex until our swim date?"
James threw his head back into the pillow and smushed his eyes with the palms of his hands. "I was dumb when I said that. Naive."
"Well, I for one don't think Saturday can come fast enough," Lily said as she put Tiger on her kitten bed. (James had informed her that she was still far too young to be sleeping on their bed with them and needed to establish her independence first. Plus, apparently she put on quite a show at night, and Lily had been too passed the fuck out yesterday to notice. "Thanks for being the responsible one, James," she'd told him with a wink. He'd lamented how who knew that would ever be the case…)
Lily scooted under the covers next to James, their hands immediately finding each other's bodies to hold onto. "So, day one, Evans."
"Day friggin' one."
"Have any regrets so far?" he asked with a grin.
"No. Do you?"
"Nah." He winked. "Oh, I wanted to ask: what did you and Pads talk about at breakfast? I tried getting it out of him all day, but he kept spewing some bullshit about it being top secret and being a gentleman—"
"He did not."
"He did."
Lily scoffed. "Typical Sirius. He makes it sound like he was protecting my honor or something when he actually cornered me to ask about my intentions—"
"No!" James actually sounded shocked.
"Yep. But don't worry, he didn't give me a hard time or anything."
James pulled her body closer. "Well. Just to be thorough here… what did you say?"
"Oh, I told him the truth: I might not be here for a long time, but for a fun time guaranteed," she teased.
James nodded his head. "Huh. What every man dreams of hearing."
Lily wedged her feet between his, only half for the purpose of stealing his body heat. She looked up at him coquettishly. "I told him the truth, and I think he finally realizes I'm not a threat to your wellbeing."
"That's a relief," James said through a smile.
Lily kissed the underside of his jaw. "I might have come to the conclusion that I needed my boyfriend's boyfriend's approval in order for this to work." James let out a few chuckles, before kissing the top of her head. "Oh! New development on his crush on Mary."
James pulled his head back so he could see her properly. "Oh?"
"Yeah. So, whoops, I'm totally not the one you heard it from, but he still has a crush on her. And I talked to Mary in History, and it sounds like she's down to at least go on a date with him. She thinks he's hot."
James looked oddly proud. "Wait, this is awesome!"
"I know! Is it bad that I can't wait to see how everything plays out?" Lily put her chin on his chest, hunkering down with her slightly devious thoughts.
"No. I'm excited to see it too. I feel like they'll be a great little, chaotic mess together."
"Agreed. But I think we should make a pact not to meddle. I don't want to jinx them."
James sighed. "I guess that's a smart idea." He tilted his head. "No fun. But smart."
"I reserve the right to castrate him if he hurts her though." Lily gave him a serious stare-down.
"Don't look at me!" James defended. "Also Lily…"
Lily narrowed her eyes at him as he looked lost for words. "What?"
He opened and closed his mouth several times. "Nothing." He was clearly trying to hold in a snort. "It's just when most people say something like that, they haven't ever actually…"
"Oh right." Why the fuck are we giggling?
He ran his fingers up and down her arm slowly, barely skimming over her skin. She felt every nerve he set ablaze so acutely. "You're one hell of a witch, love." It felt nice to hear him say it. It felt good to know that James had seen her at one of her lowest points and not judged her for doing what she had to do to get past it. He had understood why she'd needed her revenge in order to get clean of her obsessive thoughts and jaded mind.
"You're one hell of a wizard, James," she responded earnestly.
"Get your own material."
They continued to talk about mundane class things as Lily traced patterns on his chest: what Sirius had done in one class, what Mary had said in another, what the hell Peter was confused about these days, and soon they fell into a contented sleep.
The next few days passed in a love drunk stupor with Lily and James falling into a merry little pattern of doing homework with their friends, often in the library where James seemed hellbent on researching something clandestine, before retiring for the night in each other's beds. It probably shouldn't have felt so easy and wonderful, but somehow it did. It was like suddenly the sun shone brighter, and the birds outside chirped louder, and everything was just going right. For the first time in what felt like forever, Lily felt like maybe she wasn't cursed. It was easy to ignore the problems of the outside world when the pair was just so in love and… happy. Just happy.
The Saturday that they thought would never come broke sunny as hell and Lily awoke to the delicious scent of melted butter and sugar. She had to be dreaming. "James?" she mumbled as she reached her arm out across the mattress, searching for his warmth. He wasn't there. "James?" she called a little more firmly as she cracked her eyes open and looked around. James must have deposited Tiger on his pillow so she wouldn't wake up alone. "Oh hi baby," she said softly, petting her little curled up kitten.
"Oh hi yourself," James said from the threshold, holding a tray of food.
Lily propped herself up on both her elbows. "Am I dreaming?"
He leaned his head against the door frame, taking in the scene before him: his girl and his cat, lying in his bed. "I don't know. Do you oft dream of your strapping, young boyfriend bringing you breakfast in bed?"
"Yes," Lily replied without a moment's hesitation, making James grin.
"Then who's to say, I guess?" He walked over, placing the tray on her lap. A stack of crêpes and a cup of brown sugar greeted her. His grin only grew with the look she was giving him. "How's my wooing going?"
"As you predicted, I am now rather well acquainted with the floor because of all this sweeping me off my feet you're doing."
He leaned over and kissed her. "Exxxxxcelllent. So everything is going according to my master plan…"
She held his face right above hers before kissing him once more. "You goof. This is perfect. Thank you."
He planted himself on the edge of the mattress. "Well, maybe hold off judgment until after you've tasted them. I might have added a little too much butter."
She cocked a brow. "Is there such a thing as too much butter?"
As she rolled up her first sugar-filled crêpe and started to eat it with a loud approving moan, he replied, "I guess we'll find out if you sink today."
Her mouth was still full, thus it was wholly unattractive when she sputtered out a, "Heyyy!"
He stole a crêpe off her plate as he stood back up. "Okay, meet me at the lake in an hour? I gotta go get something with Sirius first."
Lily tilted her head. "Ooh. Ominous."
He gave her a wink. "So very."
"Hey Potter!" she called out before he disappeared through the door.
"Hm?"
"These are amazing, thank you."
He looked down, pleased with himself. "Anytime, Evans."
And then he was gone. Lily waited a few seconds until after she heard his footsteps fade and the portrait door shut before sinking back into her mattress (okay, technically his), covering her face with her pillow, and letting out a loud girlish squeal (which Tiger very much didn't like). There was no way this was her life now; there was no way this, him, could be real.
Underneath the rose he'd left on her tray, she found a scribbled out note.
I'm so excited for our date today, Lils. Wear something sexy.
James
Ha, wanker, she thought lovingly.
She wanted to write to Mary right away to gush about all the details of James' sweetness, but she hadn't seen James' owl for a while now. I guess I can wait until Mary gets back Monday morning…
After finishing her breakfast, Lily walked over to her room, doing a spell to change her sheets from cotton to satin and spread everlasting flower petals all over the floor. James isn't the only one who can do secret research at the library. She then levitated the fifty or so candles she'd transfigured out of cotton balls (it was easier to transform something already flammable), figuring she could sneak in before him later tonight to light them. The final touch to set the mood was setting up the gramophone Marlene had lent her, all cued up with some of Celestina's less depressing singles.
Lily stepped back and admired her handiwork. It looked a lot like the Room of Requirement the first time James had shown it to her, and she was proud. She'd thought about that night more than she'd care to admit over the past few months. During one of her contented musings, she'd realized how the room had shown James' more vulnerable side to her before he'd even really started showing it to her himself. She wanted to recreate that vibe for him. She wanted James to feel as comfortable and safe and loved as he was constantly making her feel.
It was funny: she'd designed a near replica of his fantasy 'sex dungeon,' and yet she was still the one now worrying if she'd done too much. His inner desires (and apparently inner monologue too — as Sirius so mercilessly divulged on our first night back at Hogwarts) really did skew to the profusely romantic side.
Lily took her time getting ready: doing a body scrubbing spell, making sure her shaving charm didn't miss a single spot, and granting herself permission to use her most expensive waterproof makeup. She was nervous, she'd be the first to admit it. It was dumb, but she felt more like a virgin now than when she had been actively petitioning James to take her actual virginity. That had just been a foolhardy attempt to feel during a depressive bout, but this? This was wanting to share a precious moment with the man who made her heart skip a beat every time he entered the room and made her laugh until her belly hurt and whom she would quite literally die for.
She walked down her staircase to the portrait, lost in memories of past romps with James when she saw someone in the kitchen and screamed.
The house-elf screamed right back — only louder and squeakier.
"Oh no! I'm sorry!" Lily apologized profusely. "I just wasn't expecting anyone!"
The little creature looked so ashamed, little arms coated in soap as he cleaned up James' mess from cooking breakfast. "No, I'm sorry, Miss!"
"No, it's my fault," Lily said catching her breath. "What's your name?"
"Glob, Miss," he answered bowing to the floor. "I'm the house-elf assigned to the Head Suite." His nose was still scraping the floor.
"It's nice to meet you, Glob. I'm Lily." She made her way over to shake his hand, but he wanted none of it.
"Sorry Miss, my hands are dirty."
"Of course. Thank you for doing the dishes."
"It's my job, Miss," he responded plainly.
"Oh please, just call me Lily."
He bowed again. "Okay, Miss Lily."
She gave him a smile that only seemed to make him all the more flustered. "I'll see you around, Glob." It was hard to say such a name with affection, but she tried her very best anyway.
Fully recovered from her scare, Lily made her way down the castle, only being stopped temporarily by two overeager prefects asking how they could prepare for their next meeting. It reminded Lily that she and James had to talk details about this ruddy talent show idea that he'd pulled out of his arse. We'll see if we get around to it today…
She finally escaped the confines of the building, trying to keep the pep out of her step as she near-frolicked to the Great Lake. She found James standing near the water's edge some ways away.
"Picked quite the spot, Potter," she teased when she finally got to him. You couldn't quite see the castle anymore from where they were currently standing, the view too obscured by pine trees.
"Well, when the hottest girl in all the school agrees to go on a date with you in her bikini, you make sure she's not visible from any of the dorms." He tapped his temple conspiringly. "Any closer and we may still be in view of the Slytherins when we get in the water."
"Huh?"
"Oh, have you never been in?" She tried not to notice that he sounded rather pleased, probably thinking about her past friendship with Snape and how he was relieved it had never even gotten close to them hanging out in his common room. Sure, they'd been friends, but Lily was never dewy-eyed enough to assume that Snape's acceptance of her was shared by his dorm mates and that she could just waltz in and out of the snake pit unharmed. "They have a wall in their common room that's all glass and shows the Great Lake. Underwater."
"How do you know that?" Lily asked curiously.
"Unfortunately… might have discovered it during a dare." James looked like he very much wanted to end the story right there, but naturally, Lily's stare didn't let up. "Sirius dared me to go skinny dipping. Course it was his assignment to sneak into the Slytherin dorm with my cloak when we were scoping out the castle to make the Map — cuz we figured with his brother there, he'd be the one who could lie the most believably about having been invited, you know, if he got caught — so he knew exactly where I had to swim to be seen… erm— exposing myself."
"My god, James! So all of Slytherin has seen you… in all your glory?"
His cheeks turned adorably rosy. "Well, not all of them. Just a whole bunch. I had the unfortunate luck of timing my swim at the same time as the Future Daughters of Purity meeting." Off of Lily's confused look, he hastily explained, "It's abstinence-only meets Pureblood bullshit—" he cut himself off with a dropped jaw, "… who Padfoot totally must have known held their meetings at that time!"
"Well duh."
James shook his head. "What do you mean, 'well duh'?"
"James, you've barely told me any details of this story, but I can 100 percent guarantee you that Sirius knew those very repressed and very horny girls would all be sitting there and that he was basically throwing you in their faces to flaunt you as some sort of meat stick."
His lips twitched. "A meat stick?"
"Yep. A meat stick with a penchant for exhibitionism."
He couldn't even argue her on that point. "Well, excuse me for not automatically assuming my best mate is a diabolical schemer."
"Have you met your best mate?" Lily grinned as James snorted. She continued, "I can't believe so many girls have seen you naked! And you wondered how I could have possibly believed that you were a player," she grumbled under her breath.
"That's hardly my fault! I didn't even know! I just saw Sirius doubled over in laughter as I just… dangled about—"
"Good Merlin, James—"
"—threading water in front of what I thought was a perfectly innocent rock wall. Just assumed Pads was laughing at my nudity. Trying to give me body dysmorphia or something."
"That's bologna and you know it. You know you're fit."
He gave her a smirk. "I know. But if you wanted to tell me just how much you love my body, I would be much obliged."
"It's all right."
"Ice cold, Evans." He shook his head amusedly. "Anyway, now you know why none of our Slytherin prefects can look me in the eye."
Lily laughed before noticing a pool noodle laying at their feet. "Where'd you get that?"
James reached for it, proud as hell. "Pads and I just snuck off to a Muggle village. It was either this or arm floaties, and I figured you'd be able to keep more of your dignity intact with the noodle." He pulled a plastic tube from his pocket. "Also, got sunnyscreen!"
"You know you're a wizard right?" she jeered.
"Yeah, but this rom-com we watched over the summer had a hot scene where the leads lathered each other up in this stuff, and it was all sensual, and I wanted to reenact it," he declared without a lick of shame. James had always been a man who was very confident in declaring just what he wanted and when.
Lily scrunched her nose, trying, and failing, to hide her love for him. "You're such a dork."
"Okaaaay," James sang, slowing making to put the tube back in his baby blue swim trunks pocket. "If you're telling me that you're too good for Muggle magic cream and want to pull out your wand for a sun protection spell instead…"
Lily grabbed for his wrist right before it disappeared into his pocket. "Oh, gimme that!" What? Rubbing his body down sounds really fucking nice right about now. "Take your shirt off," she ordered, uncapping the lotion.
"Yes, ma'am." She would have preferred a little less cockiness in his voice, but she definitely understood it. She was putty in his hands and he bloody knew it. James crossed his arms in front of himself, grabbing the hem of his white shirt and slowly, torturously, yanked it up his torso, revealing his hipbones, his defined obliques, his pecs, his shoulders (have mercy), and then his stupid, smug face complete with crooked glasses. "Got enough there?"
She was just about to sass, 'Nope, never,' before she looked down to see that he was referring to the fact that she'd accidentally squeezed out half of the tube's contents onto her hand. "Fuck." Avoiding his dumb, happy gaze, she scooped some sunscreen on her fingers, depositing a dab on each of his arms, his chest, his back, and onto each of his thighs. "You want me to rub it in for you?" she asked. She regretted her words almost as soon as she'd said them, knowing, just knowing, he was going to make some bad pun with them. Bad puns were practically his signature move.
"Yes Lily." He's gonna have to stop looking at me like that if he expects me not to drag him back to my bed right this instant. "I do love it when you rub things in."
That was rather tamer than I was expecting. Lily looked out across the lake confused. "What does that even mean?"
"Honestly, I don't know. My brain left my body when you showed up to our date—" He sure likes that word too, huh? "—in that cute little dress."
Lily tilted her head back as she started rubbing the lotion in over his flawless skin. "You are the world's biggest melt." He didn't even try to retort, but instead enjoyed Lily's hands rubbing him down like a kitten in the sun. Lily made sure to spend extra time on his scars, dropping into healer mode to explain why they needed more protection from sun damage. She felt it necessary to take on a tad of a professional approach so she wouldn't feel like as much of a pervert as she ogled all the muscles that he just had to be flexing as her hands stickily swept over them. As she stood in front of him, making sure his neck was properly lotioned, she couldn't avoid his satisfied smirk. "Is it everything you imagined, Potter?"
"Nope," he said seriously. "It's way better."
Lily sniggered as she dragged her hands down, creaming the creases of his firm stomach. Her tongue had come out between her teeth in concentration — which she found pretty embarrassing because what did she even need this much concentration for? That normally only happens when I study too hard, damn it! "I take it you've been working out," she said for something new to do with her mouth. It wasn't a question. It was obvious.
"Yeah, Sirius and I figured we should start going extra hard. For Quidditch and to prep for Auror training next year. You know, so we can blow the physical test out of the water."
She could feel his eyes on her, enjoying just how much she couldn't look away from his body. Her fingers got to the edge of his trunks, dipping in just a centimeter below the elastic before swiping the lotion left and right, you know, so his edges don't burn. She loved the small, sharp intake of breath she saw expand in his chest at the intimate touch. "I didn't realize you needed this many abs to be an Auror."
"Don't be silly, Evans." Her eyes flicked up to his, knowing he was about to say something smooth, she could just feel it. "The abs are for my girlfriend. She's a fiend for them."
"Lucky you," she purred as she sank to her knees before him, ready to rub the sunscreen into legs. James pulled her right back up. "What?" she asked confused.
"I got it, babe, thank you," he said bending to spread it there himself.
"Hm." Lily crossed her arms in front of her. "What, suddenly my hands aren't good enough for you anymore?"
He shot her a look. "Do you know where my mind just went?"
She kicked off her flats as she gave him a little shrug. "I can guess." For her, it went to the first time she'd gotten on her knees for him, right after having seen him in a leadership position. Fuck, I am screwed this year, aren't I? How would the rest of prefect meetings go if all she wanted to do the whole time was blow him? The look in his eyes when he'd realized what was about to happen between them for the first time could have been a drug to her — disbelieving in a way that she just knew that he was watching all his fantasies come true at once and that he would cherish the moment forever and— Lily. It was a blowjob. Relax.
"Yeah, well, I'd like to keep some of my blood in my brain, thank you."
Lily gave him a little laugh before reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress. "Good luck with that." She watched his face, relishing in how he lost all traces of his cool and calm charisma as it collapsed into longing and complete and utter worship. She pulled her straps over her shoulders and shimmied the dress down her body to crumple into a pile at her feet.
He was grinning, truly grinning — at her vagina.
"James, what are you looking at?"
His eyes flew up to hers, as though caught in the act. "What?" he asked alarmed.
"My crotch. You were just smiling at my crotch—"
"No! I wasn't! I swear!" Oh, he was so categorically embarrassed now. "I was smiling at your beauty spot!"
"My… what?"
"Your birthmark. The one right here." James stepped up to her and touched her thigh, and Lily tried to ignore the electricity racing from his fingertips. She'd never even realized she had a freckle there. "I swear, I'm not a weirdo; please stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm a weirdo," James said like it was obvious.
Lily gave him a little wink. "It's okay, James. I always knew you were a little bit of a kinky freak too."
It took James, so wrapped up in his mortification, a whole beat to realize she was teasing him. "Oh har har, Miss-ties-me-up-every-chance-she-gets."
Lily shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. She could tell that James tried, and failed, to notice the bounce that action had made her tits do. "Well, someone's gotta do it."
He stepped closer to her still, his hand taking hold of her hip. "Fuck, babe, come on." He pushed her up against him. "This will never be a fair fight," he breathed.
"What?" Lily asked as she held onto his shoulders. She actually didn't follow his thought process, but maybe it was because of how sticky his skin felt against hers, sweat mixing with sunscreen, and just how distracting and intoxicating this all was. He smelt like summer and her barely clothed body was being pressed up against his. There was only so much rational thinking a witch could still be expected to be able to do.
"This. In a war of bodies, you will always win; it's not even fair how ridiculous you look in this bikini."
Lily tilted her head, completely baffled to hear him using some of her mind's own words against her — not that he had any way of knowing her thoughts like that. On what planet was he living on to think that her body was somehow even on the same plane of existence as his?! "Are you making fun of me?"
"What?"James looked legitimately appalled. "Are you kidding me?"
Lily shrugged. "I'm cute, but you are—"
"Are we really doing this right now?"
"You're right," Lily said before hopping up to wrap her legs around his waist and mashing her face against his while she licked his tongue. (His words. His gross, disgusting words to describe this superb, glorious act.) He responded just as eagerly by supporting her against him by the arse and walking them over to a tree so he could lean her against it as he continued taking over her body with his lips. He feels so good. How can one man's arms propping me up just feel so good? His hands on her ass, his chest against hers, his mouth, his Merlin-sent mouth, him. James standing between her thighs, pushing against her… it was all almost more than she could handle. She hadn't been kissed like this, given mind-blowing pleasure like this, allowed herself to even really feel gratification like this (beyond a perfunctory flicking of her own bean) in a while. How was she even supposed to process it all?
Will it still work? a sneaky little thought bubbled its way to the surface of her mind before she forcefully shoved it down.
After they could no longer breathe, having exhausted their supply mapping out each other's mouths and James having sucked on Lily's lower lip in a way that had left her moaning and squirming against him, James moved his attention lower, lightly nibbling on the column of her neck as she grinded her hips into his, wanting nothing more than the sweet, sweet friction they were creating.
"I haven't been able to think about anything else all week, Lily," he confessed against her skin as his fingers gave her bum a hearty squeeze. She felt bark biting against her back as he lifted her higher, trying to get the cleavage being propped up by her navy bikini in reach. He kissed his way lower still. "Every time you stretch, every time you touch your hair, everything you do just makes me want you, and babe, it's driving me mad."
Lily arched her chest into his face, egging him on as her hands sunk into his hair pulling his head back at the same time. As was too oft the case, Lily found her mind and body trying to tell her different things. "James—" she began softly.
James put her down on her feet immediately, jumping back like he'd been burned, and ran both his hands in his hair. Oh my. That is quite the stress level achievement. "Sorry—" he croaked. She hated it. She hated the pain in his voice at worrying that he'd just overstepped with her. She hated just how much her trauma had hurt him as well. Lily wished more than ever that she could just take it all away for him. Like her, James had never done anything wrong.
She put a finger to his lips. "Never apologize for wanting me, okay?"
He seemed ready to argue, but her hastily cocked eyebrow told him better. "Okay."
Lily took a deep breath and faked confidence as she strutted her way to the water, pulling him along behind her by the hand. "I just really wanted you to teach me how to swim first." She turned back to him, placing her hands on her hips while she stuck one out, knowing all her curves were even more appealingly on display for him. Hopefully she could be just as much of a distraction for him as he'd always been for her. "Think you can do that?"
He reached for his wand from his pocket, hit her with a sun protection spell, and then nodded his head as he tossed it behind him haphazardly, making Lily laugh but also worry a little bit about how precariously he kept track of his most prized magical device. "As you wish."
James grabbed the pool noodle, taking Lily's hand and leading her to the shallow waters.
"Ooo, let's slow down," Lily said, all thoughts of the confidence she'd projected on shore having evaporated completely.
James turned back to her. "Wait." His face intensified. "Baby."
Lily's brows scrunched, looking at him. "What?"
"Baby," he repeated.
"What?!"
"You told me you wanted me to teach you how to swim. You didn't mention you were afraid of water."
Lily stomped one of her feet childishly, making a splash. "I am not afraid of water. I drink it nearly every day!"
She didn't even want to process the knowing look on her boyfriend's face as he said, "Lily."
"I'm not scared of water!" she screeched. "Look, I'm standing in it! I'm submerged in it! It's everywhere!" Why had her voice gone up eight octaves?
"Okay." James stood in front of her and held both of her hands securely in his own. "First of all, I'd like you to know I am a skilled swimmer. I learnt at age six and have been swimming in the creek behind my house ever since. Padfoot and I are both registered lifeguards because we got really bored the summer after 4th year—"
"Why are you telling me this?" Lily cut him off. Also that sounds really made up.
"Do you feel better?"
Lily took a deep breath, looking around the lake but still holding his hands. "Strangely yes."
"Okay. Good." She looked back at him. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Lily. I'm right here, remember?"
She squeezed his fingers. "I remember."
"That's a beautiful bikini you have on."
Well, okay, now I know what you're doing. Really, Potter? Did you think you could just distract me as you put the noodle to my stomach and encourage me to lean over it? Ha. Smooth. She decided to call his bluff as she followed his instructions. "Oh, this old thing? Ha, I've had it for years."
"I know."
Despite the fact that he was leading her body away from the comfort of the soft, squishy mud and into the further depths of the lake where he could still stand but she was sure she'd have a slightly harder time, she bit: "How could you possibly know this is an old bikini? You've never even seen me in a bikini before."
"Because," she didn't recognize that mischievous glint in his eyes from the near week of doting on him, but from the years of just knowing him, "you've grown in certain places over the past few years, is all. That's why the bottoms are snug, but the top… well, let's just say that if we drown, it's not all my fault."
"James!"
"I'm kidding! I know how to keep my composure in the presence of a good pair of tits, relax."
"Yeah," she grumbled. "Dana's. I saw."
He snorted. "Babe, what the fuck. No, I was talking about yours in all your slutty little outfits—"
"I don't wear slutty outfits!"
"Fine. Your skanky little outfits—"
"I'm gonna drown you."
"Okay, here's an idea: after I teach you how to swim, I'll give you a shot at trying to drown me? Deal?"
"Oh, you're on, James Potter." Her competitive side had momentarily distracted her from realizing she was agreeing to murder. "You love my skanky outfits," she muttered to herself.
"I do." He held her perpendicular to him by the ribs, straightening out his arms. "Now, you know how frogs' legs work, right? I want you to kick like those."
The next few hours, they actually really worked on teaching Lily how to do the breast stroke, with James only slipping up once and spanking her ass because the noodle was making it float above the water ostentatiously. "Sorry," he said without a lick of true remorse. "It's just all out here and cute and hanging out, and asking me to sink my teeth into it."
Before long, James had taken the noodle away and asked Lily to swim to him, 'because he should be more than enough motivation,' as he continued to take small steps backwards.
"Come on, Lils, you can catch me," he egged on.
"Yeah," she panted, paddling her arms to keep her head afloat, "maybe if you stopped moving, you arsehole."
He chuckled at her term of endearment. "Almost there!"
She swam harder, pushing her arms and legs through the still clunky movements as she got closer to her (damn) target. "Screw you, Potter," she grumbled, spitting out a little bit of water that had splashed into her mouth through her erratic motions.
"Baby, you're doing it!" James declared proudly, taking a couple steps back as he admired her progress.
"STOP MOVING!" Lily cried out, pissed beyond belief as she reached out for him, staying afloat be damned, and pulled herself closer before she climbed up his body like a jungle gym, absolutely knackered. She let out a huge sigh. "Bloody hell." Perhaps it was her sheer exhaustion or her new vantage point, but she was ready to level some shit. "Did I ever tell you I was kinda mad when you grew taller than me?"
James let out a contented exhale, adjusting her more securely against his hips. "No… why? I thought you found my height sexy."
Now that he held her firmly in his grasp and she was able to relax a bit, Lily pushed her hair back over both her shoulders before linking her hands and turning the motion into a backwards stretch that she was sure would leave James reeling. He's never played fair, so why the hell should I? "I do." She settled her arms around his shoulders once more as she crossed her calves behind his back. He just felt so solid between her thighs and it was impossible not to react to that. "But I still kinda liked it when I was taller than you too."
James looked so genuinely curious, so eager to hear more, that she almost lost track of where his hands were as they roamed the expanse of her backside. Almost. "And why's that?"
"I don't know," she answered honestly as she tried to decipher her own genuine thoughts on the matter. "I guess… a part of me kind of liked feeling like I could take you down if I wanted."
One of his hands came up to the side of her neck, his thumb tracing up and down her pulse point. "Finally she admits it."
She squeezed her legs around him, shrugging her shoulders. "What can I say?" she joked. "Clearly I was an alpha."
"You don't need size to be that." James started walking them back to the edge of the lake where their towels were waiting for them. "By the way, I think when it's sexual, it's actually called a dominatrix."
"I'll call it what I want," she taunted, emphasizing the words as she leaned into his mouth, already right fucking there anyway. She had learned how to swim, this date had been several hours long, what more could he possibly want before she pounced on him?
"Hey." He pulled his head back slightly. Apparently a conversation. "You did it, Evans," he said proudly.
"Well, I had an excellent professor, Potter."
James staggered back a step, submerging them just a little further into the water once more. "Why am I sensing a role-play scenario in my future?"
Lily scoffed. "You think you could pull off playing my professor, babe?"
James looked slightly indignant. "Yes! Of course. I've got the nerd part down. And the height. And the cockiness."
Lily started giggling, arms and legs still hugging him tightly. "You think professors are cocky?"
"Well… I would be. If I were an expert in a field, yeah, why not?"
Lily sighed. "I'm really glad you're going to be an Auror and not a teacher."
"Why? Think the world couldn't handle a Professor Potter?" The gold of his eyes were twinkling extra hard.
"No. I wouldn't be able to handle a Professor Potter."
"Why Healer Evans? You know I'd still only have eyes for you." They'd come out to the shallows now, and James bent down before unceremoniously dropping her in the muddy waters, making Lily yelp before he lowered himself on top of her, kissing her like his life depended on it. As his hands and tongue roamed, and right before she lost herself in the sexiness of the situation, she wondered if he'd seen this scenario play out in one of his rom-com-with-Sirius marathons too. The only way she was able to give herself over completely to the moment, and to him, was by knowing that there were no active waves in this damn lake that could come up and try to drown her as they made out.
His right hand traced down her ribs the way she loved before dipping lower, over the curve of her hips, and running down her thigh. He squeezed his fingers possessively into her flesh before adjusting it around him, trying to get their bodies as close to each other as possible. The sun, his weight on top of her, even the water lapping against her skin, preventing her from overheating… was perfect. She could already feel her hips bucking up to him as she moaned into his mouth.
It was James, the fingers of his left hand absentmindedly fiddling with the tie on the back of her bikini as if he couldn't even help himself, who pulled back and spoke up first. "As much as I hate to be the one to say it, I think we should go inside before we start having sex out here."
"You know," Lily said, pulling him back down on top of her as her other hand snaked down to outline his erection through his flimsy swim trunks, "I'd be okay with that."
James tittered. "Well, I know you would be, but," he leaned in close to her ear, stifling a groan when Lily gave his package a good squeeze, "you know who else would be? Those 3rd years with Omnioculars behind the trees over there—"
"What?!" Lily yelped, pulling James down by the shoulders closer to her (how is that even possible?) in a vain attempt to cover up her own body. "Why didn't you say anything?!"
"I only just noticed!" he defended weakly. "Plus… I don't know, I kinda get it—"
"No!" Lily cut him off with a pointed finger to his face. "No."
"Right," James agreed. "They're pricks and my original point still stands: we should go back inside."
"Ugh, okay, fine," Lily said disappointedly as she scooted out from under him, hurrying over to her towel and securely wrapping it around her body. Honestly, she was just really frigging horny, and if she'd thought that last year's Christmas ball had just been one long day of prolonged foreplay, it had been nothing compared to this date. She'd felt like the universe was testing her resolve the entire time, and the outcome of said test? Her resolve wasn't nearly as damn strong as it used to be.
When she looked back, James was still in the shallows where she'd left him. "Well, are you coming or what?"
He groaned, sinking his butt back deeper into the water. "Just give me a second, okay? Wet swim trunks leave very little to the imagination even without a raging hard on."
Oh yeah. Lily couldn't stop the giggle emanating from deep within her chest. She tried putting on her most seductive tone, before saying, "I might have to borrow those Omnioculars, huh?"
His head snapped to her. "You don't need them to see it, Evans! Your own eyes would do!" he cried out offended.
"I meant for the replay feature!" She was doubled over laughing now, half embarrassed by him misconstruing her words, half thinking this was the new greatest moment of her life.
"Just throw me a towel, please," James pleaded.
Lily picked it up and walked it over to him. "Thank you."
He looked surprised by both her words and tone as he stood and made himself decent. "For…?"
"Teaching me how to swim. I mean it, you're a great teacher."
All wrapped up and ready to go, he grabbed her hand and motioned for their clothes. "Let's go home, yeah?"
"Yes please!" She was giddy. Sure, a little nervous, but she was excited nonetheless.
The pair made a race of throwing on their clothes (okay fine, only James put his shirt on, I merely got my shoes on before trying to bolt) and making a mad dash back to the castle, only stopping when James suggested getting out his Invisibility Cloak to attract less attention. Lily loved that he was of the same mindset: Getting properly decent? Far too hard. Throwing on a cloak? Perfect.
"Chosen," Lily choked out this week's new password between cackles as she pushed open the portrait and dragged a quite hilarious James in behind her. He shed his cloak and towel by the door almost instantly, walking towards her in a way that very much reminded her of the first time they'd hooked up on the couch in the Gryffindor common room.
"Please tell me you're not hungry yet." She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down.
"I'm not," she whispered, suddenly too amped up to come up with a witty retort, already shifting the tone in the room with the cadence of her words. "Come with me, please." She seized his hand and dropped her towel too, ascending the stairs. Inside, she quickly magicked her curtains closed and lit all the candles before throwing her wand to her dresser.
"Lily…" he breathed behind her.
"I wanted it to look like—"
"—Our sex dungeon," he finished. "It's perfect."
"Okay good. I was worried you might find it too cheesy," she admitted sheepishly.
"Pah," he chuckled, "funny, cuz that's what I was worried about when I took you there too." He pulled out his wand, summoning two chains from his room. "I actually wanted to know if you wanted this back?" James held out her dainty sapphire heart necklace, the same one she thought had been lost forever.
Lily gasped, fingers touching it delicately as it dangled from his grasp. "I thought it was stolen."
"I got it back," he responded mysteriously. "I added a spell to it too." He unclasped the second, nondescript, silver chain and fastened it against his own neck. "If either one of us is ever feeling super scared or uncomfortable, the other's necklace will get hot." He placed the necklace heart fully in her palm. "I can take the spell off of course. I just thought it would be a nice way for us to feel each other's boundaries… or you know, a way to let me know that you're safe."
She was staring at him in awe; she could register that much in her otherwise oversaturated mind. Say something, you idiot. "What if I'm just scared; like if someone jumps out from behind a dumpster and yells 'boo'?"
"Well, unless they're jumping out to do you in, that sort of scare should only burn bright for a few seconds before cooling off, so I'll be able to infer the threat is light."
"And it works both ways?"
"It does. But expect an ice-cold necklace on your front, Evans," he postured.
"Funny. Because this pendant already feels lukewarm from where I'm standing."
"Brat." His eyes softened. "I already told you why."
She looked down to the stone in her palm seriously. "You did." Her eyes found his again. "Will you put it back on me, please?"
James walked behind her, opening her necklace and placing it gently on her collarbone before fastening it closed. As his fingers left the clasp, his lips gently kissed it, burning whispered promises over her neck, as though imparting the jewelry with all the gravitas it represented. Lily shivered as she leaned back into his chest.
How did we used to initiate sex? Lily remembered it had once been simple, like one of them would want it, and then it would just happen, like that, but now she felt oddly conscientious of what her hands were doing, and what words she should say, and just how wet she was getting. She turned around timidly as her fingers clutched at her necklace, not only remembering how it showed just how much he loved her, but with this novel spell involved, just how nervous he was right now too.
Before Lily could come up with the proper words to say, James beat her to it. "You're looking at me like you did on our first date, Lils." His face pained for a second before righting itself. "I love it," he said softly.
"And how's that exactly?"
"Like I hung the moon."
Her lips parted as she tilted her head, wondering if she should be embarrassed by how transparently she must clearly have been looking at him just now. Like they were 15 again, and everything was innocent and new. "Well, it kinda feels like you did, James."
A tiny line formed between his brows before he leaned in to kiss her, all tender caresses and absolute sweetness. "Thank you." She had no idea where his gratitude was coming from, but she still felt its intensity all the way down to her bones. James gathered her hands in his own larger ones, bringing her knuckles up to his lips. His eyes looked at her beseechingly. "What are you thinking about?"
So many things. It was all a jumble honestly. How was she supposed to tell him when she could barely decipher the mess herself? He took her pause as hesitation for their moment. "I was serious, Lily. If you're not ready—"
"No, James. I want to shag you till the cows come home." Why'd that pop into my head?! Nerves truly made you say the craziest of things.
"Huh?" James looked so adorably bamboozled.
"It's— an expression," Lily swiftly tried explaining away.
His face turned naughty. "Hot."
"What? No!" Lily started giggling. Bless him. He was trying to make her feel comfortable again, and it was working. She looked down to their linked hands solemnly. "I don't—" she tried. "I might not be able to come anymore," she admitted her legitimate fear. "I mean, sex is so psychological that I just don't know."
His pouty lips caught her peripheral gaze. "But I love watching you come."
Lily scoffed. "Well, don't put that kind of pressure on me!"
James chuckled, interlocking their fingers and using his thumbs to soothingly stroke along the insides of both her wrists. "Come. Don't come. Do whatever you'd like. It's what the cows do."
"James, that's not what that means—!"
"Kinky cows."
Lily shook her head endearingly. "I hate you."
He flashed her all his pearly whites. "I love you, too." Their kiss felt like a gentle reassurance as she lightly pushed him back towards her bed, being careful not to burn either of them with all the candles floating all about. She felt his lips tremble against hers. "I don't want to fuck this up," he breathed.
"You could never." Comforting him was somehow calming her own nerves too. They were in this together. They would always be in this together. "All I see is you, James. All I see is you." Lily brought her hands to the front of his teeshirt, eyebrows raised questioningly. "May I?"
James nodded his head, irises yearning on fire as he watched her push the material slowly up his torso. His skin was so warm, having soaked up all of the day's sun and radiating it back to her. Not that he needed today's exposure to make her feel his heat — he was always her own personal ray of sunshine.
Lily pushed gently on his pecs, making him sit down onto her satin sheets before reaching behind her back to untie her bikini top and letting it fall wetly to the floor. Her bottoms followed shortly afterwards.
"Lily." James swallowed. "You're so…"
She smiled innocently, basking in just how overwhelmed he looked as his words failed him. She took his hands and placed one on her waist and the other on her breast, sighing softly from the familiar feel of his callouses doing things to her. "Touch me, James."
His lids got heavy, drunk with the permission she'd just granted him. But instead of digging his nails into her flesh, all hot wanton desire like he'd done at the lake, his fingertips skimmed lightly over her skin, eliciting maximal reaction with minimal contact. She shivered her body closer to him, feeling her nipples peak and all her hair stand on end as she stood between his knees. Her body remembered James and just what he could do to her. It needed him. "Kiss me."
The breast she'd just pushed into his face left very little doubt about where she'd meant. As her hands threaded through his hair, James wrapped his lips around Lily's nipple, staring up at her as he softly sucked and nipped. He knew what he was doing. He's always known what to do to me. Her eyes fluttered closed as she moaned. He encouraged her by tracing torturously light circles around her other tit.
"Come here," he groaned, pulling her onto his lap before flipping her onto her back. Lily sunk into the mattress as he planted kisses over her whole body, her hips, her neck, her arms. It wasn't until his lips lingered on her 'MW' carving on her forearm that she realized that he'd been kissing her scars just like she'd done for him at his manor. But he stalled, looking livid now. It wasn't the first time he'd seen it, but definitely the first time he'd allowed himself to really take it in. "I'll kill them."
She pulled her arm back so she could cup his chin. "Please, love. I don't want to think about that now," she pleaded gently.
"Fuck, sorry." He looked down to her hopefully. "Can I eat you out?" He'd said it like a peace offering for nearly ruining the mood.
She smiled at his eagerness. "Not tonight. I want to see your face the whole time."
"Okay."
She bit her lip. "Can I be on top?"
"Yes." He almost fell off the bed with how quickly he flipped them back over with Lily straddling his hips.
"Sit up."
James' grin went lopsided as he obeyed her demand. Lily crossed her legs behind him like she'd done earlier in the day, only this time his positioning beneath her had her grinding on a whole more. "Fuck," she whispered as they both groaned.
"Anything else you need?" His voice had gotten twice as deep and ten times huskier in the span of a few seconds.
Lily tossed her still damp hair over her shoulder, admiring how the candlelight flickered on his tan skin. He's a literal god. "What about you?"
"What about me? Lily, we can do whatever you want. Trust me, it'll still be good for me no matter what you choose." He looked down to their laps. "We can just grind you against me like you just did a whole bunch and I'll probably come." His eyes traveled up her naked body as he licked his upper lip. "Hell, you don't even have to touch me, I could probably get off just watching you touch yourself."
Lily took a long beat just taking in his face. How in the world did I get so fucking lucky? Sure, he'd just told her how sexy watching her masturbate would be, but Lily knew somehow his intentions were romantic as hell. "I want you to touch me."
His breathing got a little ragged as she flexed her hips against his encouragingly. "Everywhere?" he questioned.
"Yes please," she whispered.
He kissed her as his hands melted her against him, teasing her at first by tracing up and down her ribs and tweaking her nipples, before they moved lower, running his nails down her thighs only to massage his way back up with his thumbs. His erection was so hard that she had absolutely no trouble sliding herself along it continuously through his trunks. Every repetition was rewarded by a soft moan on his end. "Talk to me, James."
She could have sworn his thumbs slowed on their promising journey closer to where she ultimately wanted them, whether purposefully, or because he needed some brainpower to formulate words, she wasn't sure. "I still can't believe you're my girlfriend, Evans."
She'd expected dirty talk, but what he'd said was infinitely sweeter and somehow making her even more wet. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and leaned her forehead against his. Even though she was sitting on his lap, his height kept their faces very much within reach.
"Every morning when I wake up, and see you next to me," he breathed against her cheek, "I actually have to pinch myself. Well, sometimes Tiger scratches me. It has the same effect." She tittered, massaging the back of his scalp. His eyes rolled back for the briefest of moments. His thumbs were so close now, so close, right next to her labia. She felt her core tingling in anticipation, begging to be friggin' touched already. "And the fact that I can hold you in public? Kiss you? Baby, it's all I ever wanted."
Her pelvis had an unexpectedly hard stutter against him, her own body demanding release in any way, shape, or form now. Suddenly, James' hands were clutching her hips tightly, pulling her down while he thrust up, the explosion of friction to her most sensitive area making stars burst behind her eyeballs. "Fuck, Lils. Can I touch you here? Please."
"Yes, for fuck's sake, tou—" but her words morphed into a strangled cry as his right thumb finally, finally, touched her clit. She found herself begging him in half coherent pleas as he started with tight circles, applying just as much pressure as he remembered she'd liked. She kept her hips' rhythmic pace against him, feeling him growing larger and larger for her to be the biggest boost to her ego. "Yes babe, please. More—"
He worked his thumb faster, his other hand coming up to support her back against him as her body's jerks got bumpier and bumpier. "Like this?" he asked breathlessly, jaw slacked as he watched her writhe on top of him mesmorized.
Lily was rocking herself harder, getting frustrated that what she needed felt just out of reach. It was so close she could almost taste it — but she wanted more. She wanted to devour him. She needed him to devour her. She fisted his hair as she let out a frustrated groan. "No. More." Her eyes flew wide open as she looked at him imploringly. "I need you. Please. I need all of you."
"Okay," he panted.
She didn't wait to be told twice. She pulled herself up against him and helped him push his swim trunks to halfway down his thighs so his cock could slap free. Not even letting him fully undress, she grabbed his shaft and positioned the tip to her entrance before looking up at his eyes. They were warm, and safe, and true. They also looked so preciously conflicted as to where exactly he should be looking, wanting to see what her hand was going to do with him down below, but also finding it hard not to be drawn in by her tits which had just stopped rocking, or her swollen, puffy lips, or her eyes which she knew were clouded over with the same dangerous mix of love and lust as his. He settled for flitting between the last two.
Lily started sitting on his cock, letting it slowly, ever so slowly, glide up inside of her, filling her up exquisitely. Her hands both went to his shoulders, ready to scratch them up something fierce. "Shit…" she moaned when her body had taken all of him she could. It was truly a sin how amazing James felt stretching her out with a piece of his very own body. The thought of it alone, of just what they were doing with each other, the raw physicality of it, sent a shiver up her spine.
James engulfed her in his arms, kissing every bit of her skin that he could find. "I love you babe, I fuc—" He pulled back, eyes wide. "Holy shit, does that happen every time I say that?"
Lily smiled bashfully, knowing exactly what he was talking about: she was in fact still recovering from the ripple of pleasure that had shot through her when his words had involuntarily made her cunt clench tightly around him. She was used to doing it on purpose to tease him, or him coaxing the reaction out of her when he was teasing her, but having a corporeal, sexual response to his love declarations was different. "There's only one way to find out."
"Game on, Evans." He grinned before resuming his kisses, whispering his love for her over and over again as he patiently waited for her next move.
"I love you, too," she whispered, meaning it with every fiber of her being.
He looked up to her, studying her face. It wasn't until he started kissing her wet cheeks that she realized she'd started crying. "Happy tears?"
"Very happy tears," she reassured him.
Lily slowly began to rock her hips along him, not taking him in and out as much as just rubbing him inside of her. There was a time and place for a pounding, and this was decidedly not it. He caught on to what she was doing almost immediately and helped her out by flexing his hips up, the angle of his cock, as well as him just being deeper as she grinded away, being exactly what she needed.
Lily gasped as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her from his little action alone. "There it is," he said proudly, smirking at her as she trembled in his arms slightly. She'd almost forgotten just how much he'd always paid attention so he knew just how to work his body to get her there. He knew just what kind of stroke, what lick, what angle, he had to do to make her scream.
Holy shit… I can scream! The realization hit her like freight train. No more muffling charms or palms stuffed over her face: she could moan her little heart out in the confines of her own bed and no one would be the wiser.
He looked like either he'd had the same realization she'd just had or simply enjoyed watching it blossom on her face, because she saw the dimple in his smile a second later. "Ride me, Lily."
She would move heaven and earth to do whatever this man asked. Luckily, he'd asked her to do something far more satisfying. Lily pumped her body over his vigorously, not even bothering to ask but merely placing his fingers against her clit with a very much implied, 'Rub me.' James wasn't top of the year for nothing and he diligently obliged her. "Gods, yes, James," she moaned. She'd wanted to keep this first time as boyfriend and girlfriend slow, but that plan had completely flown out the window with just how well James was making her body sing. It was no longer a question of 'Can I come anymore?' but instead 'Fuck yes, make me come so hard my toes curl and I forget my own name.' "James, please. Please—"
"Lily—"
She was already hanging on by a thread, squeezing him so tightly with her thighs, her arms, her core, that she thought she might destroy him. "James—"
"Lily—" he repeated, a choked whisper.
"Baby, please, don't stop, don't move, I'm so close—"
He cut her off desperately, and said in one rushed breath, "Lily, please stop begging unless you're ready for me to come." Now that he mentioned it, she noticed his fingers' erratic attention on her clit and that his other fist was clenched in her hair, barely holding it together himself.
"Not yet, almost, almost," she whimpered, fucking him faster. The feeling inside of her was bursting at the seams, but it still wasn't as good as watching James shatter, his eyes finding hers as he clutched at her back, pulling her as close to him as possible before kissing her. The look she'd seen amidst the oceans of amber and jade and the spasming of his hips as he came took her down with him, forcing a scream from her lips as she felt herself tightening and releasing all around him.
"Fuck yes, baby," she heard him coo in her ear as she bit into his shoulder to stop her head from lulling. "Come for me, Lils." He was still moving his hips for her, drawing her orgasm out to its full potential until she was just a twitching, satiated mess in his arms.
There was nothing left to say, other than: "Fuck." He chuckled as she collapsed all her weight against him in a hug, utterly spent.
James turned his head into her so he could plant a kiss on her hair before letting them both fall down against the mattress among the much defiled flower petals. "Yeah," he said, his voice hoarse but so contented. "Fuck."
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