B/N: subliminal message: Sev is a gorgeous god. WORSHIP HIM!!!
I. Cannot. Believe. I. Wrote. This. winces How on earth did
Lourdaise talk me into it??? Actually, seeing as I wrote it this should
be an A/N, not a B/N, but oh well. That would get too confusing. But
yes, Red-Emerald, it is the sex scene muahahahaha!!! And my
very first piece of heterosexual, consensual, non-bondage smut. Aren't
you proud? smirks Yayayayayay and thanks to Invisible Voice for
encouragement, and her and chocoliciouz for their praiseworthy Sev
support. Yup, I love Severitus: originator of the Severitus
Challenge!!! How could I not know of her??? applauds your good
taste
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-RATED!!! IF YOU WISH TO AVOID SMUT, PLEASE CONTINUE STRAIGHT TO THE NEXT CHAPTER, WHICH IS BACK TO PG-13. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Chapter 32
Our mouths met again, tongues delving deeper as our blinding, desperate need for one another grew. I could not breathe; did not want to. We were exploring, tasting, claiming one another, each new discovery strengthening the hunger that drove us on. How could I ever have imagined wanting this with anyone else? The strength of our desire for each other was breathtaking, like a sweeping wave swallowing me, dragging me down.
Light-headed, I was powerfully aware of all the places our bodies touched, from James' arms wrapped tightly around me to my breasts crushed against the flat expanse of his chest. The knowledge caused an agreeable shiver to run through me, but it was not enough.
Disentangling my arms, I reached for James' collar, unfastening the uppermost clasp of his robe. He reciprocated with a feverish urgency and suddenly our hands were flying everywhere, fingers fumbling over buttons and catches, as the need for closer contact, for the sensation of skin on skin consumed us. A small part of my brain noted the chill of the flagstones against my back, but the voice was distant and soon silenced as we rolled over onto the pile of discarded clothes.
Without warning James broke away, propping himself up with his elbows as his hands held me firmly in place. His eyes raked over me from head to toe, and suddenly I felt mercilessly exposed. My skin prickled as his gaze passed over it.
Then he looked up, and all doubts left my mind as those smouldering, starving eyes devoured me.
I gasped as he lowered his head and swirled his tongue in the hollow just beneath my left ear, then left a trail of harsh kisses along my jawline. His hands ran in circles over my sides, rough caresses making my stomach flutter as he sucked and mouthed his way down my neck and across my collarbone.
Then warm, wet heat engulfed my nipple and I gave an involuntary moan, arching upwards as an abrasive tongue teased and curled. As the sensation became almost painful, I clutched at James' shoulders and he transferred his attentions to the other breast. I trailed my fingers over his shoulder blades and he exhaled sharply, then dragged his tongue down from the crevice of my chest across my stomach.
I had never considered the navel a particularly carnal area of my body, but somehow the touch of James' mouth on it in his quest to taste as much of me as possible made me shiver. I felt a sudden wetness between my legs as his hands massaged the insides of my thighs, firmly parting them.
I ran my own hands through the tousled strands of his hair, caressing his head and neck. When he reached the source of the wetness, I fisted them desperately as the whole of my lower body seemed to pivot upside down and dissolve in a rush of dizziness, my senses overloaded by his touch and his kiss and the feel of his body stretched taut against mine. My breathing came raggedly as he rubbed and kneaded, crooking his fingers to make me writhe beneath him.
I felt his arousal press against my leg and sudden sharp realisation came flooding into my pleasure-dazed brain. Lunging up, I grabbed at his arms, using a strength I did not know I possessed to hold him back.
He looked up, confusion and hurt and fear laced through his lust-clouded gaze.
"James!"
He ground against me, but I refused to let the rush of pleasure distract me.
"James... I want this as much as you do. But I'm not ready to make little Jameses yet!"
He stared for a second, then flushed, grinning. With a muttered 'sorry', he began a frantic search through the pockets of the robes we were lying on.
When he kneeled up, he had a wand in his hand. Straightening, he cast a few contraceptive spells that I'd only ever read about before. I took the opportunity to look him over.
He was perfect. Lightly muscled, slightly tanned and smooth skinned, his dishevelled hair fell in front of his eyes in the most alluring manner I had ever seen. And further down...
My breath hitched slightly in mingled apprehension and anticipation. He was so... large.
His eyes followed mine and he grinned again, then carelessly threw his wand away and leaned down to capture my lips with renewed hunger, not giving me time to breathe. As his hands lingered over the places where desire was most intense, I forgot about fear and let the lust engulf me. Slowly, his leg nudged my thighs apart. Then without warning, he dropped forward and slid easily inside me.
At first I was overwhelmed, and simply did nothing for a few moments, trying to adjust to the strange yet somehow satisfying feeling of him inside me. Then, very slowly, he began to move.
Oh Merlin! This was so... right. What I wanted. What I needed. The rhythm sped up, but it wasn't enough. I began to tilt my hips against his, in time with his motion.
Thankfully he took this as encouragement, and kissed me harder as he thrust in, forcefully. I gasped sharply, but it was from astonishment, not discomfort. Exhilaration flooded through me, tingling in my veins as my stomach turned to water.
His thrusts connected with some chord inside of me, again and again, and the cold, dark surroundings of the North Tower seemed to melt away; there was just he and I, together in an expanse of nothing, drowning in a sea of pleasure.
Eventually the world returned to normal and I felt him pull out of me slowly, his panting matching my own uneven breathing. We stayed curled together, listening to each others' heart beats. There was no need to speak, nothing we needed to say that could be said in words.
I whimpered slightly as he broke away, missing the heat of his skin on mine. But all he did was pick up our scattered clothes.
We half-dressed each other to protect from the cold of the night air, then pressed together again in one anothers' arms. I snuggled closer, burying my face in his neck. He gave a hazy, rumbling chuckle and began to run his fingers languorously through my hair. The motion was soothing; I felt my heart rate slowing, slowing... the last thing I sensed was his lips touching my closed eyelids.
B/N: ...and now you can shoot me.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-RATED!!! IF YOU WISH TO AVOID SMUT, PLEASE CONTINUE STRAIGHT TO THE NEXT CHAPTER, WHICH IS BACK TO PG-13. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Chapter 32
Our mouths met again, tongues delving deeper as our blinding, desperate need for one another grew. I could not breathe; did not want to. We were exploring, tasting, claiming one another, each new discovery strengthening the hunger that drove us on. How could I ever have imagined wanting this with anyone else? The strength of our desire for each other was breathtaking, like a sweeping wave swallowing me, dragging me down.
Light-headed, I was powerfully aware of all the places our bodies touched, from James' arms wrapped tightly around me to my breasts crushed against the flat expanse of his chest. The knowledge caused an agreeable shiver to run through me, but it was not enough.
Disentangling my arms, I reached for James' collar, unfastening the uppermost clasp of his robe. He reciprocated with a feverish urgency and suddenly our hands were flying everywhere, fingers fumbling over buttons and catches, as the need for closer contact, for the sensation of skin on skin consumed us. A small part of my brain noted the chill of the flagstones against my back, but the voice was distant and soon silenced as we rolled over onto the pile of discarded clothes.
Without warning James broke away, propping himself up with his elbows as his hands held me firmly in place. His eyes raked over me from head to toe, and suddenly I felt mercilessly exposed. My skin prickled as his gaze passed over it.
Then he looked up, and all doubts left my mind as those smouldering, starving eyes devoured me.
I gasped as he lowered his head and swirled his tongue in the hollow just beneath my left ear, then left a trail of harsh kisses along my jawline. His hands ran in circles over my sides, rough caresses making my stomach flutter as he sucked and mouthed his way down my neck and across my collarbone.
Then warm, wet heat engulfed my nipple and I gave an involuntary moan, arching upwards as an abrasive tongue teased and curled. As the sensation became almost painful, I clutched at James' shoulders and he transferred his attentions to the other breast. I trailed my fingers over his shoulder blades and he exhaled sharply, then dragged his tongue down from the crevice of my chest across my stomach.
I had never considered the navel a particularly carnal area of my body, but somehow the touch of James' mouth on it in his quest to taste as much of me as possible made me shiver. I felt a sudden wetness between my legs as his hands massaged the insides of my thighs, firmly parting them.
I ran my own hands through the tousled strands of his hair, caressing his head and neck. When he reached the source of the wetness, I fisted them desperately as the whole of my lower body seemed to pivot upside down and dissolve in a rush of dizziness, my senses overloaded by his touch and his kiss and the feel of his body stretched taut against mine. My breathing came raggedly as he rubbed and kneaded, crooking his fingers to make me writhe beneath him.
I felt his arousal press against my leg and sudden sharp realisation came flooding into my pleasure-dazed brain. Lunging up, I grabbed at his arms, using a strength I did not know I possessed to hold him back.
He looked up, confusion and hurt and fear laced through his lust-clouded gaze.
"James!"
He ground against me, but I refused to let the rush of pleasure distract me.
"James... I want this as much as you do. But I'm not ready to make little Jameses yet!"
He stared for a second, then flushed, grinning. With a muttered 'sorry', he began a frantic search through the pockets of the robes we were lying on.
When he kneeled up, he had a wand in his hand. Straightening, he cast a few contraceptive spells that I'd only ever read about before. I took the opportunity to look him over.
He was perfect. Lightly muscled, slightly tanned and smooth skinned, his dishevelled hair fell in front of his eyes in the most alluring manner I had ever seen. And further down...
My breath hitched slightly in mingled apprehension and anticipation. He was so... large.
His eyes followed mine and he grinned again, then carelessly threw his wand away and leaned down to capture my lips with renewed hunger, not giving me time to breathe. As his hands lingered over the places where desire was most intense, I forgot about fear and let the lust engulf me. Slowly, his leg nudged my thighs apart. Then without warning, he dropped forward and slid easily inside me.
At first I was overwhelmed, and simply did nothing for a few moments, trying to adjust to the strange yet somehow satisfying feeling of him inside me. Then, very slowly, he began to move.
Oh Merlin! This was so... right. What I wanted. What I needed. The rhythm sped up, but it wasn't enough. I began to tilt my hips against his, in time with his motion.
Thankfully he took this as encouragement, and kissed me harder as he thrust in, forcefully. I gasped sharply, but it was from astonishment, not discomfort. Exhilaration flooded through me, tingling in my veins as my stomach turned to water.
His thrusts connected with some chord inside of me, again and again, and the cold, dark surroundings of the North Tower seemed to melt away; there was just he and I, together in an expanse of nothing, drowning in a sea of pleasure.
Eventually the world returned to normal and I felt him pull out of me slowly, his panting matching my own uneven breathing. We stayed curled together, listening to each others' heart beats. There was no need to speak, nothing we needed to say that could be said in words.
I whimpered slightly as he broke away, missing the heat of his skin on mine. But all he did was pick up our scattered clothes.
We half-dressed each other to protect from the cold of the night air, then pressed together again in one anothers' arms. I snuggled closer, burying my face in his neck. He gave a hazy, rumbling chuckle and began to run his fingers languorously through my hair. The motion was soothing; I felt my heart rate slowing, slowing... the last thing I sensed was his lips touching my closed eyelids.
B/N: ...and now you can shoot me.