Greenembo: Haaaa, imagine how James feels ;) cscs01: Yeah, James' poor resolve is most definitely breaking :( (Slash YAYYAYYA) Bout to get even more hormones thrown into the mix ;p Lily's feelings for him is the million dollar question, isn't it? It definitely won't be as obvious as James' love for Lily was back in EW (which I thought was always so important to establish there! Hahaha, who knew I could write something more romantically twisted) Thank you for your thoughts! ^.^ jamestown1991: You're welcome! My lack of impulse control is now your gift, haha :D Thank you! That is fabulous to hear! :/ Yes, bad times lie ahead for James, and he won't even fully realize since he WILL be enjoying some of it... sweet torture. YES! I love Damon and TVD! I like this comparison. I'm trying to make Lily less arrogant, but same bad bitch energy ;) I love reading your interpretations here, thank you for it! But fuck, I'm sorry that happened to you. Definitely hoping it's more fun to read than to actually live, but I totally understand if not! This is me virtually sending you a beer to celebrate you seeing her true colors and getting out! Dora8: Nothing good, as usual ;) Nope, this is me SLAPPING AWAY your protective pull and throwing lamb James right back into the snake pit :D Thanks love 3 Terylee: Firstly, your English is perfect. English is my second language too, so I get how fucking hard it is to learn, so mad kudos 3 And THANK YOU for telling me this ^.^ That is so frigging sweet. I'm glad something positive came out of someone else's meanness, haha. Haaaa and poor James has no idea what he's in for... These are excellent questions O:) LOL, sorry girl indeed. (She never stood a chance either...) Another excellent question. This story will have no surprises for anyone at all, ahaha jilyfever: Hearing that makes me excited! Thank you! Guest: Haaaa, my bad. We get a little payoff here? Is that acceptable or more of a tease? XD axelvaz: Woot woot! Well let's give you some more story then :) Well... do you really want to know that? o.O It's sorta a huge spoiler! lunajilygood: Heh heh, the flashbacks are my fav part too ;) Glad you're digging Sirius as well! elmack: Heh, heh, heeeeh. It's all about different forms of evil and manipulation, ain't it? And same. They need to start hate fucking, what are they waiting for? :D I'm so happy James' voice is coming through! I used to be really scared about writing from inside a dude's head. Glad it's all right so far ^.^ Interesting thoughts on Peter... (bc I'll be honest, I'm not always a fan of writing him) Thank you! 3 athusa: Haaaaa, you wrote that like there was a ~*disturbance in the force*~ Glad we are feeling back on track now? Guest: Aye aye, captain! (This is a request for me to write more, not a request to get darker already, right?) practicecourts: Noooo, don't tell him to run for the hills, tell him to go back to his dorm or flat, cuz that's where Lily is O:) I love the way your mind works :) nurialem: Yes you can say that bc that is SO NICE! :D Thank you! I am very proud of them!
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Locked Eyes ~ Casual Sex
7th Year
Finally it was Friday night! James couldn't have been happier as he hopped out of the shower after a vigorous Quidditch practice, rubbing a towel over his damp hair and ambling back into his room. He'd made it through another week and he could now relax and finally take his girlfriend out on their first proper date of the school year. They needed this. They needed some time away from the prying eyes of their peers — peers he felt she suddenly cared way too much about.
It would also be nice to have Sirius not scoffing at every other word she said, rolling his eyes behind her back as though James couldn't see him.
James smiled as he looked down at the chocolate chip cookie accompanied by a sweet note of good luck the house-elves had left out for him on his nightstand. I knew I loved those guys, James thought affectionately as he took a big bite. Mm, just how I like it, half baked. It made a lot of sense that James had gone from being a mama's boy at home to being so coddled by creatures who loved doing nothing more than the absolute best job at everything they could at school. He had blabbed to Skippy and Winky in the kitchens just last night about his upcoming date, so naturally here they were, offering their unconditional support.
James got dressed, securing his wrist watch and rushing when he saw the time. Fuck. He quickly transformed some flowers and dashed out the door, being sure to avoid stopping to talk to Evans who was diligently working away at their common room table. He'd told her he couldn't patrol tonight when she'd tried to assign him a shift (A patrol? On a Friday night?! He was Head Boy! Didn't that automatically mean he should get all of the best shifts?) and he had the feeling that she was still a little pissed about it.
James ran through the castle, adjusting his collar as he got to the base of the Ravenclaw tower. Was it just him, or had it suddenly gotten incredibly hot in this Merlinforsaken castle?
James was fucking livid. The thunder portrait that led to his suite suddenly looked like it depicted rainbows and ponies compared to the storm that he felt brewing inside of him.
She'd cursed him. He knew that Evans must have cursed him on his way out the door, or earlier in the day with a delayed efficacy or something. She was smart, she could most certainly figure out something crafty like that. He wasn't sure what or why or when, but he was positive how he was feeling right now was all her fault.
As soon as James burst through the Head Dorm door, still drenched in the rain that he had sprinted through to get home in his blinding rage, he saw Evans sitting there, looking like the absolute devil as she zipped up her boots, clearly ready for a night out. She still had her school skirt on, hiked up to an almost laughably short height, and had paired it with a knitted black tank top that showed off her flat stomach.
Fuck this girl. Fuck this girl. Fuck, fuck, fuck did he want to fuck this girl.
She looked up and her lips slipped into a smirk as soon as she saw him. "Well, that was quick," she taunted as she got to her feet, standing tall and confident. "Get it all out of your system already?"
Too confident.
James was not amused. He stalked towards her, not giving her enough time to sass him about crossing over to her side of the room as he herded her backwards into the nearest wall. It all happened so fast that even James would have been shocked by his own actions — had he been thinking clearly.
Clearly, he was not.
As Evans' back hit the stone behind her and his palms bracketed her in while he leaned down over her body, she looked up at him with wide, curious eyes and… Is she turned on right now? James shook his head. Of fucking course she would find this positioning hot.
But her look reminded James of what he was supposed to be doing, and it sure as hell wasn't getting her all hot and bothered in return. He bowed his head, trying to clear his mind. He became cognizant of just how close their bodies had gotten and forced his hips to back away from hers as he tried to regain his composure. He had to remember his anger and not let whatever she'd cursed him with morph it into lustful heat instead. He was better than that — stronger.
"What did you do, Evans?" he growled, his nails scratching into stone, wishing to throttle someone. Or fuck someone. If he was being honest with himself, the dominating feeling cruising through his body — hormones, blood, sinew all primed up and ready to go — was still an unnaturally strong urge to fuck anything that moved.
She tilted her head and batted her eyelids innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Potter."
She was lying to him. She was lying straight to his face. He stared at her traitorous lips, smirking at him, taunting him, trying to get away with more deceit, more fucking games at his expense. He shuddered as another pulse of fury racked through him. Another pulse that his body mistook for longing.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in through his nose. "How long does the spell last, Evans?" he snarled, unable to even look at her anymore. He didn't want to do anything that he would regret while his mind and body were as addled as this.
She tittered again. It would have sounded sweet in any other context than her literally laughing at his agony — agony she had purposefully inflicted. "Depends. How much of the cookie did you eat?"
His eyes snapped open, glaring at her. Was nothing truly off limits to this wench? He loved the house-elves! How dare she play on his complete and utter trust of them? "You went into my room?"
Evans bit her bottom lip, drawing James' attention to them again for a split second. She was playing so, so dirty. "I was trying to help you out, James." Her right hand demonstrated her words as she trailed her fingers down the front of his wet buttons, the fabric still sticking to him, creeping lower and lower towards his belt. A sad, pathetic portion of him hoped that she appreciated his abs just as much as he appreciated hers, peeking out from the bottom of her top. "You've been so moody and thirsty lately. It's just sad."
Nope. Not today. James grabbed her wandering hand, then her second one for good measure, slamming both against the wall on either side of her. No, she didn't get to touch him right now, not ever, especially right after she'd had the audacity to drug him with what he figured was some sort of horniness potion. He'd heard stories about them, and how they'd obviously been deemed illegal many years ago, but he guessed things as inconsequential as laws were beneath a great potioneer like Evans. Sure, rules had never been James' strong suit either, but he couldn't imagine ever stooping so low as to drug someone else. It was so unbelievably cruel to set him up like this when she knew he wouldn't be getting any sort of relief during his date.
Was that the entire point? Was she trying to show, in an evil and sadistic manner, just what he was missing in his current relationship? Show him what he so vehemently craved in a way that even he couldn't ignore?
He squeezed her wrists, trying to ground himself in the moment, trying to stop his body from yelling at him to give in to her already and just let go. No. He felt as though he'd never struggled harder at controlling himself than now… so why was she still smiling? Why did it look like she was just as horny as he was right now?
"Did it work?" she continued. "Did you finally blow off some steam?" James might have had her hands pinned down, but Evans was moving her leg, slotting her thigh up higher and higher between his until she rubbed up against him. James hissed at the contact, screwing his eyes closed once more. He couldn't see her, but he could still feel the joy in her voice as she teased, "I guess not."
Not trusting his voice not to crack, James remained silent, instead gathering both her wrists in his right hand above her head as his left grabbed her roaming thigh, painfully pulling it away from his aching cock and to the side. Fucking hell, it looked like she liked that too. It felt like the more James tried to assert his dominance and regain control of the situation, the more apparent it became that she held all the power, just like she always did.
Evans' calf curled around his legs, pushing his hips forward, flush against hers, and James groaned at the renewed contact. The friction just felt so good. "Evans—" he tried to admonish, but even through the thudding sound of blood pounding in his ears, he could hear just how breathless he sounded. He felt his fingers squeezing the underside of her thigh, not in punishment as he'd originally intended, but in appreciation. Her skin was unimaginably soft even as her muscles were pulled taut — taut around him.
James was in agonizing heaven, both wanting to be anywhere else, but feeling as though he might die if he were to pull away. The potion (it has to be the potion) had him staring at their joined hips, making him realize just how perfectly they fit together. He wanted to tear off her sluttly little skirt and find out what sex was all about now more than ever.
A pretty moan escaping her lips startled James, making him realize that his hand had slid further up her leg of its own accord and was now palming her arse cheek. Fuck. He looked up at her face in surprise — because he wanted to show his remorse at possibly crossing a line with her body or because he wanted to see the expression that accompanied that noise, he wasn't sure — but looking at her was a massive mistake. Her bottom lip was fully caught between her teeth now and she had her head thrown back against the wall, making her hair tumble wildly along her exposed collarbone. James was overwhelmed, wanting nothing more than to ask her what to do, ask her how he could best please her, touch her, what he should be kissing and sucking on and marking as his own in whatever way she liked. He wanted to ask her what she needed, because in this moment, he was willing to do anything. How the fuck was he supposed to prevent himself from acting on his drugged up impulses now that he'd gotten even the tiniest tastes of what giving in to her could look like?
Evans' hips stuttered into his and James almost lost it right then and there. Her voice came out sultry and strained as she said, "About bloody time, Potter."
What? No, no that wasn't right. She'd been the one that had clearly always been into him, not the other way around. He'd been subtle about his attraction to her, stealth like even. "You disgust me," he whispered, wishing more than anything that it was true.
She laughed, but James supposed he could hardly blame her. He had her pinned to a wall — who was he trying to fool with his little proclamation? Truly, he was disgusted in himself. He tried breaking free of her once more, but her leg's grip on him redoubled. He was stronger than her, and he knew he could escape at any time, but the truth was, he didn't want to. In his struggle, he'd completely missed her face nearing his until he felt her brush her lips over his, giving him just the barest of caresses as if to remind him of just how much he wanted to stay. She wasn't kissing him though, and James had to wonder if it was because she wanted to give him the permission to act on his desires, while still putting the onus of responsibility on his shoulders. Would that help her save face in the morning, so that she could claim that she hadn't taken advantage of him in his intoxicated state but that he, in fact, had been the one to put the moves on her? Their current positioning would more than support her take on things.
"It's perfectly natural to have desires, James," she cooed, sending a shiver down his spine. "It's also fine to act on them." He moaned into her lips as she rolled her hips against his once more. He'd never known that a move so simple could be so fucking pleasurable. He secretly hoped that this wasn't the potion talking, but just his natural bodily reaction to stimulation. It would be so very nice to replicate this motion, again and again, sometime soon without drugs. "I know what I want," she continued in a deep, dangerous tone. "Do you?"
You. You. You you you you. James' resolve was slipping. He knew he was about five seconds away from snogging the life out of her. Hell, once he got started, he knew he probably wouldn't stop himself, and would happily, blissfully, madly go the whole way with Evans tonight if she'd have him. He just couldn't fight this anymore; he no longer wanted to. Sure, he'd always hoped his first time would be at least a tiny bit special, but fuck it.
His hand shifted over hers, no longer holding her still by the wrists, but instead interlocking their fingers above her head, trying to get a vestige of intimacy out of the moment. He was so desperate for her right now, he thought it might break him. "Evans, please," he whispered, begging for her to put him out of his misery one way or another. Kiss me, kill me, do something.
She didn't, instead she pushed him further to the brink. "I can see that you want me, Potter." There it was again, the shame of having been so obvious about something he thought he had pushed so deep under wraps. "What's holding you back?" Her lips tasted like candy, or was that her breath? James was getting drunk off of the smell, inhaling it deeply and letting her fragrance fill up ever centimeter of his lungs like a hit… but then Evans fucked up. "She doesn't have to find out," she whispered.
James felt as though he'd been doused in gasoline hearing those words as the real world came crashing back to him in crystal clear clarity. "We broke up," he said stoically as he was finally able to untangle himself from Evans, dropping her wrists and taking two large steps back. She assessed him, clearly not pleased by his sudden change in attitude, but unsure of how to salvage the situation — but James didn't care. She'd just done a spectacular job of reminding him that they would never be right for each other. James could never be with someone who didn't know something as basic about him as the fact that he would never cheat on a girl. As attracted to each other as he and Evans clearly were, this would never work — they were opposites in almost all regards.
Evans kept panting, obviously having as hard of a time coming down from their… whatever that was… as he was. "Shouldn't that make this easier?"
James scoffed. "You're incredible, you know that?" he spat at her before turning around and storming up to his room. He couldn't believe that he'd nearly hooked up with such a coldhearted bitch. How had he been so reckless? So blinded by his hormones that he'd nearly thrown away his morals, and for what? A quick shag?
Even worse, he was so mad at Evans that he couldn't even properly mourn the loss of a half a year relationship.
"You guys broke up?" Sirius exclaimed, a little too excitedly, the next morning at breakfast. James had had to drag himself out of bed, his head pounding as though he was hungover. Convinced his libido had returned to its usual, more manageable, level, he'd marched over to Evans' room to give her a piece of his mind over her antics only to find that she wasn't there.
"Yes, please stop yelling," James groaned.
"Rough night?" Remus asked sympathetically.
"Hang on," Sirius interjected, "you got drunk without us after? What the fuck?!"
"Yes, Pads, let's make my misery all about you," James mumbled with an eye roll. "But no, I didn't get drunk, Evans' doped me up."
"What?" Remus and Sirius both yelled in unison, leaning into the table.
"Yeah. She gave me a laced cookie before my date. Had some sort of horniness serum in it. I thought my balls were gonna fall off unless I got off."
Remus' eyes went wide, but Sirius started laughing his ass off. "Are you kidding me? That's hilarious!"
"Pads—" Remus tried admonishing, but it was no use.
"No, no, no, wait— she made—" his expression flipped, "—wait, do you think she still has any left over?"
"That's not the point, Sirius," Remus scolded. "Your best friend just got drugged—"
"Yeah, but you're fine, right?" Sirius asked, turning back to James. "I mean, you just got horny and then saw your girlfriend. So what? You probably had a boner on a date. What's the big deal?"
James dropped his head into his arms, trying to block out some of the late morning light. How was he supposed to explain the whole story without sounding like a dick? Worse, how was he supposed to explain that Evans had done this, probably knowing that he'd come back to their dorm and make a pass at her instead of at his own girlfriend? He hadn't realized it at the time — too focused on other, more pressing, things — but the more he thought about the situation, the more it seemed like Evans had orchestrated everything in order to make him admit feelings that he had never even wanted to admit to himself. She was a conniving, evil genius. "The big deal," James mumbled into the table, "is that I then broke up with Susan."
"Okay, right…" Sirius started off tentatively, or as tentatively as Sirius had ever managed to sound. "But you kinda wanted to anyway, right?"
"What?" James asked, lifting his head up, shocked. "When did I ever say that?"
"You didn't have to, mate," Sirius said. "It's been written all over your face all year. You don't smile around her anymore; it was sad."
While his best mate could really be a douche sometimes, how much he cared and paid attention to James would never stop being touching. It was like he was saying that he hadn't liked Susan because James no longer liked her, simple as that. It was little instances like this that solidified Sirius' spot as James' true best friend.
"Wait, so what happened?" Remus asked nervously.
"Nothing dramatic, really," James began. "I just…" couldn't stop thinking about Evans, sitting in our common room all alone? Realized that I would rather be there, with Evans, fighting than on this date with Susan even if it meant I could at least snog her? Had my body going absolutely berserk and the only person in the world I thought would be able to fix it was my worst enemy? "… told her I didn't think we were compatible anymore."
"Succinct," Sirius said with a smiling nod.
"Stuff it," James groaned, leaning his head against his palm.
"So what, then you went home and viciously masturbated your pain away?" Sirius asked gleefully.
"Pretty much." James was going to skip the part of his evening where he sprinted home through a torrential downpour and had the most sexual, not-even-kissing-just-sort-of-touching-each-other-against-a-wall moment with Evans. The way she'd controlled him last night — his emotions, his actions, his very thoughts — while doing nothing more than standing there and letting him act on his impulses had unnerved him.
"You know what you have to do now though, right?" Sirius asked, and for one heart-stopping moment, James was afraid his best friend had figured him out. "Retaliate! You got to slip her that same potion back."
"What, why?" James replied incredulously. "So that I can walk in on her shagging some Slytherin bloke on my rug? No thank you."
Sirius chuckled, the truth dawning on him. "Oh right. Because she certainly wouldn't have any problem actually acting on her horniness." James really loved the implication that he had had that very problem, when in reality, he'd been the one to shut the action down. Thanks for the vote of confidence, mate. "Well," Sirius thumped him on the back, "welcome back to the land of single folk. We missed ya." James grunted in response. "And who knew Evans was so kinky, eh? I always thought she was more of an ice queen in that department, but that's good to know."
James wanted to say something snarky in response, something witty that would make Sirius back off, because Evans was his roommate, and very much his problem, but she walked into the Great Hall just then, hair bouncing in lustrous waves and skin bright and dewy as though she'd just had the best night's sleep of her life. He watched her, unable to look away, until she caught his eye, smiled, and threw him a wink.
He was so screwed.
Present Day
He was so screwed.
He needed to get Evans out of his flat — and fast. He could feel himself thawing around her, feel himself letting down those walls that he'd so carefully constructed just to keep her out and his sanity in, and here she was, not a care in the world as she crumbled them all to the ground. The worst part was James didn't even think she was trying to do anything — devious or otherwise. She was just in the room next door, living her life, and that simple act was enough for James to remember all the reasons he'd once so foolishly believed he was in love with her. It was dumb, but true. There had always just been this unidentifiable quality about her that had drawn him in.
So that brought him back to the urgent matter at hand — getting her out of his home.
What on earth was taking the Order so long? Surely it couldn't take this much time to find a suitable safe house anywhere else in the world. Hell, even he could have Apparated her to some remote island by now, transfigured her a shack and called it a day — predicament solved. So what the hell was the hold up?
Making his mind up to do something to fix his massive dilemma, he walked over to his desk and uncapped his ink bottle.
James regretted his rash decision to write Dumbledore a letter when the wizard strode into his bedroom not even an hour later, as though James' concerns had been of the upmost importance to him. Like, James wasn't doing well, but he would never claim that he had reached the point of inconvenience-one-of-the-greatest-wizards-of-all-time unwell.
"James, so gracious of you to invite me into your home," Dumbledore said, intensifying James' feelings of utter dread. "You said you wished to speak to me about Miss Evans' housing situation?"
James couldn't believe Dumbledore was in his room. He felt like a naughty little boy who'd been sent to bed without supper for being rude to his headmaster. "I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't mean right away—"
"Not a bother, not a bother, I wasn't up to much at the moment anyway," Dumbledore brushed off, eyes twinkling.
James very much doubted that. "I was just wondering if there had… perhaps been an update on the search for Evans'— Miss Evans' permanent relocation?" He thought that sounded like a kind way of saying what he really meant.
Dumbledore stared at him for a few seconds, and James wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Was the great wizard finally realizing that James had called him all this way over something as trivial as feeling uncomfortable by Evans' presence? Even worse, could Dumbledore tell that the reason that James was so uneasy in the first place was because they had a torrid past that James very much wished to forget? No. He can't know about that.
"Has something happened to make you feel unsafe, James?" Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes gazing into his very soul.
"No, nothing like that—" James tried.
"Are you afraid that this situation is putting you in danger?"
Kill me now. Now it felt like he was asking if James was a chicken. A lame, little scaredy-pants that was shrinking away from his duties as an Auror to protect Evans. "No, it's nothing like that," he repeated dumbly.
Dumbledore looked at him over the rim of his half-moon glasses. "I'm not quite sure I follow, Mr Potter." James ran a frustrated hand through his hair, unsure of what to say since the truth wasn't an option. Dumbledore continued, "The second raid of the Death Eater headquarters was a failure." James made to interject thinking that maybe the man should have led with that little nugget of information, so Dumbledore raised a hand to stop his panic. "Everyone is safe, there were no casualties or injuries, but the Death Eaters must have known that Miss Evans has defected and divulged their secrets. Her life has never been in more danger." He held James' gape for a beat, making the moment feel all the more poignant. "We are afraid that there are multiple spies working inside the ministry now — the Minister herself is aggravated that she has not been informed of Miss Evans' whereabouts, but we know we are doing what is best by keeping her here, keeping her safe." The more Dumbledore elaborated, the more James felt his heart sinking. "I don't see any avenue for her escape as of right now. Not only is Miss Evans likely Voldemort's current number one target, but I fear she may be at risk for assassination by some on our side as well. You more than most are aware of the ways good men can fall to evil in the name of vengeance."
James shivered. He'd didn't think he'd ever forget watching former Order member David Clifton performing Avada Kedavera on an unarmed Death Eater in battle last year. James had disarmed the Death Eater and had been ready to take him in for questioning and trail, but David had snapped and gone ahead with murdering him anyway. The battle had been won, and he no longer posed any threat, but David had still taken justice into his own hands. The scene would forever plague him.
"I'm afraid she has to stay put here until the fire dies down."
Hearing the indefiniteness of that statement made all the hairs on James' arms stand up. "But that could take weeks! Months even—"
"Yes, it very well could."
Uh uh, Dumbledore couldn't just sign his death certificate like that — more specifically, sign his relationship's death certificate. James wanted to say everything was fine, that he'd manage and that he didn't have a care in the world with this turn of events, but petulance won out. "Can't we just put her on a boat?" He really hoped that his room's soundproofing was holding up. It would be embarrassing for Evans to hear just how much of an effect she still had on him, whether it was good or not.
Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "You'd be upset if something happened to Miss Evans, James. I know you would. You're a good person."
James twitched uncomfortably. "Fine. She can stay. But I want to see Rebecca." Life normally didn't force exes (pseudo-exes) to cohabitate so many years after the fact, so the very least the universe could do for him was let him find comfort in his actual, current relationship.
"That's very dangerous, James, but it's up to you."
What the fuck? Did Dumbledore not want him to see his girlfriend? James knew the near-solitary confinement was really getting to him, because he seriously felt as though his former headmaster was trying to break Becks and him up. "But she's been here before, sir." Obviously! She was supposed to be all moved in by now! He had to see her, he had to.
"Yes, but not when everyone was under this much scrutiny and surveillance."
So if James asked for Rebecca to come over for even a single night, he'd be risking everyone's life? But if he didn't… "One night. Please, sir, I just need to see her."
Dumbledore gave him a good, stern look, but James wasn't budging. "One night can be arranged, but I cannot stress the danger of the situation. We will have to be more stringent from then on."
James was on cloud nine when Rebecca entered his apartment, picking her up and spinning them in a circle while she giggled.
"James, I'm going to drop our Chinese food!" she laughed.
"Oh, not the chow mein," he joked, plucking it out of her grasp and putting it on the counter behind him. He gathered her back into his arms and started planting kisses all over her — gleeful — face. "I," kiss, "missed," kiss, "the," kiss, "crap out of you."
"Same," she laughed, throwing her arms around his shoulders.
"Tell me everything: how is the outside world? How's the weather? How many boyfriends does Celestina Warbeck have now and how many of them didn't know about each other and— what?" he cut himself off when she started chuckling.
"That bored, eh?"
"You have no idea," he admitted as he lead her, and their takeout, to the privacy of his room. Evans probably wouldn't come out of hers for a few hours, but he could never be too careful. For some reason, he thought it was of the utmost importance to keep these two women away from each other. (For their sake or for his own, he wasn't sure.) Another pang of guilt at giving Evans nearly nothing to amuse herself with shot through him.
"So, what have you been up to?" Rebecca asked, happily settling down on his bed as she opened her box of food.
Ignoring my old feelings for the girl across the hall? Reliving all my 7th year failures in graphic detail? "Nothing."
"My poor baby," she teased.
They talked and ate before starting to fool around later that night, but it was so weird for James. Evans was right there, in his flat, practically his prisoner, and he was doing this? It didn't feel right.
"Is everything okay?" Rebecca asked ten minutes later, breathlessly lying beneath him, looking up with wide concerned eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, it's fine," he lied, moving his body lower down hers. "Let me just take care of you tonight."
So he did. But he'd be lying if he said he thought about her the whole time he was doing it.
Next Chapter: Bones ~ Imagine Dragons
