Engaging
Total Acceptance
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for Sara Sweets, she belongs to me . Author's note: This is based upon what I have taken from the Harry Potter stories, and is totally in my head. And I seriously believe that Voldemort is either in love with Lily or is her half-brother, so that is in this story. If you are easily offended by vulgar language or sexual content you should not read this fanficiton. Please review.
Lily smiled as she grasped him in her palms and began to gently rub him, her fingers massaging him.
James leaned in and took possession of her lips, the kiss was hungry and forceful. He commanded control with his tongue, tasting her mouth, enjoying the warm feel of it, and the cool feel of her hands on his hot member.
His hands roamed her back as she worked the same magic she had the first time they had ever even thought of having sex, only this time she was able to move a bit easier, being above water.
Her lips left his, trailing down his chest slowly as she sank to her knees, her hands holding him to her body so that he trailed up her stomach and in-between her breasts as her tongue trailed down his abdomen.
She finally reached the rod that her hands grasped and rolled her tongue all the way around it three times before taking him into her mouth.
James groaned as her tongue swirled around him, massaging him with its heat.
He grabbed fistfuls of her hair and followed as she began to pull hum out then push him back in, rocking over him, her tongue still sweeping the tender flesh. He began to pump he harder, rocking into her without realizing that he was doing so in an effort to deepen his exploration of her mouth.
To his embarrassment he lost himself in her mouth. But she took it in stride, never faltering from the rhythm they were creating. Her hands roamed over his body, leaving trails of fire as they went, the burning adding up to strengthen his member fully once more.
Then she slowed her pace, her tongue swirling over him, leaving him burning for more as she took him out of her mouth and back into her hands for her lips to trail their way back up his abdomen and chest, her hands slightly squeezing and releasing him to keep him pumping with need as she dragged him back down to her abdomen and her lips met his, her tongue forcing his back and entering his mouth so he could taste himself in her. He found he liked that taste as much as he liked her own, it seemed to make her more his in a sense.
Now it was his turn, and he slowly worked on pulling her shirt over his head, suddenly wondering where his own clothes had gone, for he only remembered unzipping his pants for her. The thought vanished from his mind when her full breasts fell out of the shirt, no bra in his way. Apparently the shirt had a built in one, he decided he had to get her more of those, they made things a bit easier when he was in a hurry.
His fingertips trailed over the column of her neck to her collarbone and down to the sensitive skin that made up those firm spheres that he found he was becoming rather obsessed with. He rubbed the skin until it was warm to the touch, then he brought one peak into his mouth to suckle it. His tongue twirled around the risen point, making her shudder and cradle his head to her. He massaged her back as his tongue made its way to the other peak to give it the same special treatment. She arched herself to him, she was clearly ready for him.
Though he knew he would have to go through that damn process, he had been so close last time, but that had been over a month ago and with all the stress and Sara's behavior and emotional trauma they hadn't ever really gotten around to trying for their goal again.
Then he remembered he also had to be fair, she had pleased him very well, not he should do the same for her.
His hand trailed from her back to her side, his fingers slipping beneath the band of the medium length skirt she wore and slipped it off of her body. She kicked the skirt away from her ankles and pushed his member to her abdomen, needing to be close to him, and this was the closest that she had ever come, save for when she had brought him into her mouth.
He picked her up and carried her, his lips fastened to hers, to the "just-in-case" bed that Dumbledore had had stowed away for Remus.
He laid her down gently so that her legs were off the bed. He got onto his knees and spread her legs apart to find the entrance to her soul.
He brought his head to her and swirled his tongue around her inner thigh, then trailed over her opening to get to the other thigh. Finally he came back to the middle and he grasped her well rounded hips with his hands as his tongue dove in and out of her, lingering for minutes at a time, taking in her taste, memorizing her flavor.
She squirmed against him, needing more than what he was giving her at the moment. When he didn't get the picture she grabbed at his hair and pulled him up so she could steal a kiss from him. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth in much same manner it had done to her opening.
He hand reached for him and grasped him, pulling the rod into her abdomen, trying to give him the hint.
He smiled at her antics but remembered that even if she thought she was ready she wasn't.
So again he went to preparing her, praying that they would finally reach a point farther than they had yet come.
A finger entered her, his teeth lovingly nibbling the lobe of her ear as she braced herself for the pleasure she knew was coming. A second finger, his playful nibbles had moved to her collarbone as excitement overcame him. The third finger pushed into her, he let out a long sigh, finally.
"James?" she whispered.
Damn! He thought, what the hell was wrong with his third finger? It had to be cursed, it just had to be.
"What?" he grunted at her frustrated by her prolonging what he knew they were both longing for.
"Do you think that this is a sign?" she asked.
"What?" he asked, this was not what he was wanting to be doing.
"The fact that after all the times we've tried we just can't get to the end? Do you think it's a sign?" she asked more specifically.
"It's a sign that I need to skip my damned third finger!" he grumbled.
"No, James, that's not what I mean. I mean…maybe we shouldn't…maybe we shouldn't go there…I mean, I heard that school flames never last past school. And this is our last year…and…and we may never see each other again…maybe we shouldn't…you know." She said, tears in her voice. She wanted this to happen, but not if it wouldn't last. She didn't want a school fling. Not one that went this far.
James pulled his hand away from her, stood, and left the room.
Lily sat there, her eyes wide. Had she really meant so little to him? Was he really in it for just the sex?
She sat up, was he really gone?
Her head fell defeated, and tears began to stream down from her eyes and she pulled her knees into her chest and hugged them tight.
"Lily?"
She looked up, surprised to hear his voice. She blinked at him, he was in front of her, down on one knee in the nude. "James?" she asked confused.
He opened a little black box that he had been holding up to her, "Will you marry me?" he asked.
Lily sat there stupefied. She simply stared at the diamond engagement ring. It was stunning.
She looked up and into his eyes, her mouth open from shock, "Are you serious?" she asked.
"Please say that's not your answer," James asked.
Instead of answering she flung her arms around his neck and kissed his face a thousand butterfly times.
He seemed pleased with that response and took her left hand to slip the band on it, a symbol that she was his, that he loved her and always would.
He captured her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, he had never intended on leaving her. He had actually hoped to give it to her the moment they were alone, then she had lead him away, then she had been all to excited about the thought of sex with him, or was it that he had been so excited about the thought of making love to her properly? He decided it didn't really matter which.
He leaned her over until she was laying on the bed and he was on top of her. He entered his three fingers into her center once more, to make sure that she was still ready for him, then he pulled them away and replaced them with his staff that was all to ready to finally feel what it was like inside of her.
He entered her a little, very slowly, until he reached her barrier. His mouth was still demanding hers open to him, so he deepened the kiss just as he surged forward to break through her barrier. Then he slowly pushed in, then pulled himself out, then pushed in a little further. His movements were slow and deliberate; he wanted her to feel no pain, not caused by him. Not ever.
He went slow until she could painlessly accept all of him, then his rocking back and forth began to hasten.
She broke the kiss to arch into him, her cheeks flushed with blood, her eyes closed, loving the feel of him inside of her, stretching her, rubbing against her most tender flesh.
He closed his own eyes, the feel of her tight sheath contracting around him was driving him crazy with pleasure.
Soon the pace was fast and his strokes were powerful and each one took them a little farther.
When he reached his peak he burst inside of her, spreading his seed within her, then dropped to her side, breathing heavily.
"I love you Lily Potter," he said.
She rolled over to rest her head on his shoulder, her breathing matching the heavy pace of his own, "I love you, James Potter." She replied.
His arm reached around her to pull the covers over the both of them, then back around to lock her to him.
They fell asleep together, his arm about her waist, her arms about his neck.
They were a couple very much in love.