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"Mornin', beautiful," James said, as Harry opened her eyes.
"Hello there," she smiled at him.
"Sleep well?" he asked with a knowing smirk.
She yawned and turned onto her side. "Mmm hmmm. Eventually."
"That was some night, huh?"
Her fingers ghosted over his chest. "That it was."
"Up for a repeat?"
"Are you?" she teased, her fingers diving under the sheets to test the waters.
"I think I can manage it," he ground out, as her hand started something he would take great delight in finishing.
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In the end, their first time surprised them both with how very unlike a first time it was. It had begun on his couch, after they'd eaten dinner and cleaned up. He'd been feeling pretty mellow at how domesticated he now was, especially after Harry had murmured something about how sexy he'd looked with a dish cloth in his hands. They'd settled down for some snuggle time in front of the TV; he'd put his arm around her and she'd curled into him, and the next thing he knew she was underneath him, his shirt was un-tucked and her hands were roaming his bare back as his mouth chartered lazy trails down her neck. He was just toying with her really, he hadn't planned on going any further until he found that sweet spot that made her close her eyes and tilt her head and gasp his name just so. Her breathing quickened, as did his, and he stopped teasing her for a moment to ask a silent question. She'd smiled up at him and pulled his head down and kissed him until he was in no doubt at all about her answer.
He still had enough rational thought in his brain to realize that couch sex, while acceptable for a quick tumble, was not conducive to what he wanted their first time to be, so he pulled them both up and led her into his bedroom. He silently thanked the gods of good housekeeping that the sheets were clean and no dirty underwear was laying on the floor, as he watched Harry do a quick scan of the room before she walked over to the bed.
She sat down on the edge, looking at him with tussled hair and bright eyes, and beckoned him closer with a 'come hither' look that had him on his knees before her before his brain even registered what was happening. We're getting close to the point of no return, sweetheart, he'd said, but who was he kidding? One word from her and he'd stop everything, they both knew it. She'd just caressed his face and kissed him gently and almost-whispered, love me, so he did.
There was no hesitation, no awkwardness of learning a new body. Once clothes were dispatched his hands moved over her of their own volition, stroking and caressing, and he memorised which spots elicited a moan, or an arch of her back, or a hitch of breath. Her own hands slid over his skin with a feather light touch until his tongue licked at her breasts, and then her nails dug hard enough into his back to leave marks. When he started kissing a path down her stomach her skin puckered with goose bumps, and he chuckled softly as her fingers wound though his hair. James, she murmured, and damned if he didn't feel like king of the world just then. His kisses progressed lower, and her hips bucked as he spread her legs and tasted her for the first time. He could have made her come with just his mouth, and he was seriously tempted to do just that. But her whimpers and moans were stimulating him in more ways than one, and he knew he wanted to be inside her when she climaxed for the first time; he wanted to see her face and have her understand that she was his.
So he retraced the path back up her body, taking his time and claiming her skin, and was pleasantly surprised when she bit his bottom lip, pushed him over and straddled him. My turn to play, she'd said with an evil grin, and proceeded to tease him exactly how he'd teased her. When her tongue licked the length of him before encasing him in her mouth he almost lost his mind. Jesus, Harry, he couldn't help but groan, and she looked up at him like she was the queen of the fucking world.
Baby, you need to stop, he said, when he could feel himself getting close, and his body protested when she did. But then she straddled him again, and he was inside of her, and holy fuck it was good. Her hands splayed on his chest and she moved, slowly at first, and he thrust, matching her tempo. They found a rhythm, and his hands anchored her hips as he started sweating. He was close, so close, and then she was too, and then it hit them at almost the same time, and he crested over the edge while her body collapsed on his and her words, mine now, rang in his ears.
It was a no fucking brainer. Of course he was. He tilted her chin and kissed her. His Harry had a possessive trait, and he quite liked it.
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