Never Let This Go
By Bedroom Dancing
A/N: Hey everyone! I just wanted to make a Lily/James smut fic; so here it is. This chapter just contains an intense hookup, nothing rated M yet, but just to be safe that's what I'll put it as. But there wil be more lemons and such as we go on. So enjoy!
James took another long swig of Butterbeer, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his robes. He gazed around the room, visions of festivity and frivolity blurred by a drunken stupor. Confetti continued to fall steadily from the ceiling, lodging itself in the untidy locks of James' ravenous hair. He felt a light tap on his shoulder.
"You were amazing! The way you caught the little snitchy like... Yay!" A fit redhead girl slurred loudly, and set off into a spasm of giggles.
A lopsided grin spread across James' lips. "Why thank you, Lily darling. I do try!"
"Oi, Prongs! Get over here and come chug this like a man!" James swiveled around, gripping a table for support, to look at his best mate. Sirius stood clutching 2 large tankards of a red, steaming drink.
"Firewhiskey!" James whooped, pumping his fist in the air. "Lily, I'll be right back, I swear," he waved jovially at her before making a crooked beeline across the crowded common room. As he stumbled through the mass of Gryffindors, he occasionally got a pat on the back, a drunken serenade, or a sloppy kiss on the cheek for congratulations.
The best thing about winning the Quidditch cup, James mentally noted, is the partying.
Sirius shoved a tankard at James and held his own up in the air.
"Sonorus," Sirius pointed his wand at his throat, slurring the incantation. "Excuse me everyone," his magically magnified voice warbled across the common room. "Let's have a toast to Jamesie boy over here... and the rest of the team, we're bloody amazing! NOW LET'S PARTY S'MORE!"
Every conscious person in the common room cheered loudly, a few dancing up and down in joy, and drinks were downed to honor the eloquent and tastefully written toast.
"I'm totally letting you make a speech at my wedding, mate," James snorted with laughter and Sirius muttered the countercurse, stowing his wand back under his belt loop.
"Oh man, good times... Now let's drink and stuff! I WANNA GET PISSED!" Sirius laughed, and in front of the swarming throng of onlookers, tilted back his tankard and began to chug. James hastened to follow in suit, slopping gracious amounts of burning liquid down the front of his robes.
After polishing off the Firewhiskey, Sirius dropped the empty tankard down to the carpeted floor. Remus stepped forward and wrapped him in a tight embrace. "You okay muffin?" he asked feverently.
Sirius nodded and hiccuped loudly. "I think... I think we should go upstairs Moony," he managed to slur.
Remus wrapped and arm around Sirius' waist and dragged him towards the stone staircase, which the duo somehow managed to stumble up. James noted how they couldn't even wait to get to a bed before clawing at each others clothes, fiercely snogging on every step they ascended.
James laughed out loud, falling back into a seat by the fireplace. Lily sauntered across the common room and perched herself on the arm of the chair.
"Jaaames," Lily trilled. "I found you!"
"Was I hiding?" James furrowed his brow, sounding as serious as someone in his condition could manage. He reached out an arm to wrap around Lily's waist.
"Yes, silly goose, we're playing hide and seek," she replied. "Now close your eyes and count!"
James, grinning like an idiot, clapped his hands over his eyes. "One, two, three... umm... Four, six, five, eight, twelve," he slurred, peeking curiously through the gaps between his fingers. He watched as Lily stumbled around the common room, weaving through the clusters of drunken students, before finally disappearing into the linen closet.
"Hahaha oh man Potter, you're so... Oh my gosh, so chill," a blonde underclassmen clutched his bottle of Butterbeer, clapping James on the back as he meandered by.
James gave him a thumbs up and a wink before yanking open the wooden door of the closet, falling inside.
"You're so good at this game!" Lily gasped as James came tumbling into the linen closet. He tugged the door shut, and the thin strip of light illuminating the space disappeared. "Whoa, it's dark in here again! What if some-"
But whatever Lily was rambling about got cut off as James pushed her up against a wall, capturing her parted lips in a wet kiss.
Lily roughly kissed him back, feeling her back sliding against the wall as the duo went crashing down onto the thinly carpeted floor.
"Ow," Lily giggled as they hit the ground. She knelt in between James' legs, which were spread and bent at the knees. Needless to say, the two of them were quite constricted into the tight space.
"Oh man!" James exclaimed.
"Owies owies," Lily continued to trill, rubbing her knees.
"Oi, Lilyflower, where does it hurt?" James cooed romantically, reaching an arm out to cup her chin in his hand. "I can kiss it better!"
She just continued giggling. "All... OVER!" Lily gasped through a fit of laughter, the back of her head crashing against the wall.
James leaned forward, placing a peck on her cheek and running his fingers through her long, red hair. He continued press his lips against her her soft skin, leaving a trail of sucky kisses from her jawbone down her neck. He hastened to undo the top buttons of Lily's uniform shirt, kissing lower and lower as fast as he could get inside her clothes.
The closet door slowly creaked open, bright light flooding into the small space. James blinked and screwed up his eyes, trying to see what the bloody hell was going on. Lily gasped loudly and tugged her unbuttoned uniform shirt over her exposed bra.
"Oh, sorry guys," Peter smiled wryly. "Just thought I'd let you two know that McGonagall's headed this way to break up the party. I checked the map."
"NO SOBER PEOPLE ALLOWED IN MY BEDROOM!" Lily yelled in retort, hiccuping loudly before she reached up and gripped the door, slamming it shut.
"Nice one, Lily," James sighed happily, withdrawing his wand from his pocket. "Colloportus," he whispered, sealing the door. "Now where were we, darling?"
Lily rubbed her chin. "I dunno, I think we were about to shag in this closet. And if we weren't... Well... It's not a bad idea!"
James felt Lily climb back on top of him and press her lips onto his, and he couldn't help but laugh into her kiss. He slid his tongue into her sweet mouth, and Lily massaged it with her own. Moaning softly, Lily nibbled on his lower lip, which made James' toes curl.
"I love you," he whispered softly into her ear, breaking off the kiss. Their fingers laced together, and James drew small circles across Lily's hand with his thumb.
"I love you too," Lily replied breathlessly. She lifted the pair of hands, pressing James' palm against the upper exposed portion of her left breast. Lily's bra had lace etching on it. James loved lace.
Within 10 more minutes of heated snogging, Lily was up against the wall again, completely topless, and James had his own half-naked body pressed right up against her. Lily ran her hands across James' strong shoulders down his solid chest, her fingertips ghosting his lower back. Their kissing became hotter still, tongues swirling in a blissful rush of passion.
Lily's fingers lingered on the waistband of his striped boxers, whereas James' hands wandered over every exposed inch skin he could reach. He cupped one of Lily's breasts with one hand, and the other worked slowly up her skirt, caressing the soft skin on her thigh.
"Hmmhposh," Lily mumbled, wriggling away from James' grip. He reset his hands on her hips and broke off the kiss.
Lily wiped her brow with the back of her hand and spoke wearily, "What about... babies and such?"
"Teenage birds only get preggers in films," James replied matter-of-factly, his speech still as slurred as ever.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"You promise?"
"Absolutely."
"Okay then."
James gasped audibly as Lily firmly grasped onto the sweet spot in the region south of his belly button.
A/N: Woohoo! Like I said, this is only the beginning of what will surely be a very hot fic. So review and look for updates! Thankiess.