Happy Birthday Sirius! In honor of your birthday, I present a chapter with absolutely no you! :'( So I guess, Happy Naughty November! Also, there seemed to be a bit of confusion over the position James had Lily propped up against the mirror in the last chapter as he ate her out in the boutique. I found a cartoon drawing of their approximate body placements... should I post that on my tumblr, or would that just be super weird/and/or get me banned? O.o Lol
Warning: Kink, kink, glorious kink! Sweet sex, rough sex, spanking, collar, ass play. Idk, guys, they're on a yacht, I went a little crazy. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, I'd suggest starting about halfway through the chapter.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. Art work by the super talented blvnk-art (tumblr) aka potterbyblvnk (insta)
Song: A Little Messed Up by June
The Reveal
"My feet hurt," Lily whined, maybe only ten steps out of the club. In her defense, she had been dancing all night in backbreaking heels and she was over it.
"Say no more, m'lady," James said theatrically, sweeping her off her feet and chugging along back to the marina. She was hoping he'd do something chivalrous like that, being as affectionately tipsy as he was. Hell, he'd do it sober too, just might give me more snark while obliging me, she realized.
Lily drunkenly giggled as she wrapped her arms around him. "My hero," she replied, matching his dramatics. He responded by spinning them in a circle, making her laugh and scream, and she prayed to Merlin they wouldn't go tumbling into the cobblestone.
A stranger catcalled her from the other side of the street — clearly having seen her underwear considering how James was holding her up in a dress this short — but James wasted no time, balancing Lily in one arm and using the wand he still had out from his heating charm, fusing the man's lips together. "Look, don't touch," he announced before taking a little ponderous pause. "Or yell," he finished, seemingly to himself, as he readjusted Lily to a more comfortable position in his grasp.
Lily watched amused as the sexist Muggle clutched at where his mouth had been in a full blown panic, tears already glistening in his eyes before he sprinted away for cover. Good. I hope he learnt his lesson. Lily had heard somewhere that people's baser instincts shined through when they drank, and it definitely seemed to be the case for her. Her ruthless desire to see fairness and equality in the world no longer got tempered by her need to seem quite as perfect as soon as alcohol was involved. The man had sinned, trying to make a woman feel unsafe in the street, trying to flex his power over her and let her know that he viewed her as someone beneath him that he could just yell at, and sexualize, on a whim. It was like James had said: look, don't yell. Lily liked having eyes on her, she loved feeling desirable, but as soon as someone crossed that line and she no longer felt in control, or safe — then they'd fucked up. So why shouldn't the man be punished? Why should she just have to grit her teeth and smile instead of letting him be put in his place? Attacking him back seemed to make a whole lot of sense to her — and she was grateful that James had done it. "What he say?"
James tilted Lily up closer to his face and gave her a loud smooch to the temple. "Nothing that you should have to hear."
"So you speak French, eh?"
"Oui," James replied without elaborating any further.
She had a strong suspicion he was lying to her. "You're full of shit."
"That's merde to you."
"Wooooowww, color me so impressed," she sassed.
He gave her another peck. "Hey, just because my mother forced me to take French lessons, doesn't mean I remember merde."
"You do remember merde though. It sounds like that's the only thing you remember."
"Shut it, you vixen, you," James said, eyes unfocused yet joyful. Lily had to wonder just how he was even navigating them back given that the little concentration he had left in him seemed to be fully on her, but she could see his yacht coming into view. He leaned into her ear as his voice got sultry. "I'm gonna get your ears wet just from speaking sweet, sweet English nothings into them all night, baby."
Lily threw her head back laughing, making James scramble to keep her safely in his arms — but luckily he rose to the challenge. "Circe—" she wheezed.
"Or waxy," he interrupted contemplatively. "Is ear wax just what happens when your ears get turned on?"
"No!" she guffawed, snuggling back into his chest. "No, James, that's definitely not how that works."
"All the same," they were right in front of his boat now, seagulls squawking at them wildly, "expect wet everything."
She inhaled the woodsy smell of him that she loved so much. "I thought you were all against drunk sex?" Memories of the school dance flooded her brain.
"Psh. I'm against shagging when one person deliberately gets the other drunk for the sole purpose of having sex with them, like that drummer was trying to do with you. Not against two people who already wanted to bang banging when they're sloshed. There's a world of difference."
She had to say, that actually made a whole lot of sense, and she agreed with him wholeheartedly.
James carried them aboard his yacht and told Skippy the house-elf (boat-elf?) to take them away before he walked them to the front deck, set her down on her feet, and banished their former dinner table. Just as the boat lurched from the dock, he transfigured them a gigantic, white, fluffy bed.
"Show-off," she grumbled.
"You don't like it?" he asked, looking a little disheartened as he motioned to the massive frame spanning from one railing to the other, hardly fitting onboard at all.
"James, we're on the deck of a boat; we don't need a damn bed, we just need a blanket and some pillows!"
He let out a big huff but turned back to his handiwork. "Fine," he acquiesced, and his resulting magic was awfully reminiscent of her first complete time with him in the Forbidden Forest. She'd been so unsure of him back then, scared even — but not anymore.
Lily held onto his elbow as she reached down to her ankle, trying to unbuckle the strap of her stiletto.
"Don't." She looked up at him startled, surprised to find him already watching her pleadingly. "Keep them on."
She smirked. I really should have known. "Okay, king of kink."
He liked that. He grabbed her arms and pushed her, scaring the crap out of Lily who thought she was about to hit her tailbone on the barely covered wooden floor. I should have known that he'd never do that to me, as well. Her bum bounced as she settled flat on the blanket he'd clearly magicked to feel like a heated mattress. A compromise.
He started unbuttoning his shirt, towering over her, his expression one of dark glee. "Does that make you my queen?"
Lily shook her hair back as she propped herself up onto her elbows, watching him strip his shirt, her eyes trailing down each and every one of his abs as they came into view. Nope, still not used to it. She instantly felt terrible for all the other poor boys who'd ever had to share a locker room with him. It hardly seemed fair to have to compare yourself to such a lean and perfect physique that seemed to defy all laws of normal autonomy. That ripped, that tall, packing that much? Come on now, Lily internally sighed. Some men really do just have it all. "I'll allow it."
"Allow it, eh?" he drawled, letting himself fall right beside her. "Thank Merlin for that."
She rolled over to face him. "Thank you for tonight, James." She felt kind of stupid admitting this, but there she went anyway. "I had a great time."
He lit up giddily, reaching for a lock of her hair. "Yeah?"
She nodded. "Yep." As if he couldn't tell from how much he'd had her laughing and beaming at him all night.
He seemed to be getting lost in the emerald sea of her irises, his index finger twirling in her deep red mane. "Thank you for letting me let you in." How did that actually make sense to her right now? How drunk was she? He continued earnestly, his own eyes twinkling like the brightest star overhead, "Can I keep you?"
In any other context, Lily might have laughed at the question. It could have seemed silly, maybe even a tad ridiculous considering how possessive he'd always been, but it didn't feel that way to her anymore. He was asking out of love. James loved her, in his own special way, and he'd done nothing but prove that over and over and she wanted to linger in his words, marinate in them, and give herself to him so completely that she wouldn't even remember who she'd been without him. Lily's chest felt so heavy and full as she expanded it, forcing air in. "Yes."
James' face broke into a genuine smile, making him look at least a full year younger. He had boyish charm like this; he looked innocent like this — not a word she'd thought she'd ever come to associate with her fellow Head at the beginning of the year. "And you're done running away? No matter what?"
Her hand came up to his, clutching at the wrist beside her face. It was a completely foolhardy pledge bearing in mind he had big news for her the very next day and had made no promises to turn around any of his more deviant ways, but she found she no longer cared. She didn't know if this was true love. She didn't know if this was obsession. Honestly, she'd never really known enough about the first to know the difference between the two. All she knew was that unless it was exactly like this — she didn't want it.
"Yes," she vowed, ardently.
She swore she could see everything change behind his glasses, his pupils focusing and showing her the world — his world, inviting her in fully in a way he'd never done before. Just like she'd had her own little guard up with him, her own tiny protective barrier, it was now so painfully clear that he'd done the exact same thing with her. It was all the more obvious now that all his walls were down, with his vulnerability laid bare.
He leaned in and tenderly brushed his lips against hers, hand roaming up her leg, pulling her on top of him, groaning as she settled and ground down her hips. He kissed a different spot on her face — her lashes, her nose, the corner of her mouth — between every word, his breath smelling like tequila. "I fucking love you so much, Lily Evans."
She pulled back slightly, mirth dancing in her eyes. "I know." He growled and tried to pull her back to his mouth, but she slipped away, straightening up on top of him. "Nah ah. Now sex."
"Lils!" he admonished, his hands squeezing her hips, still resting on top of his. "I was trying to have a moment here!"
She winked at him as she slowly started raising her dress up and off of her, being left solely in her knickers, absolutely adoring the waxy look his eyes took as he watched her body reveal itself to him — suddenly lost for words and drowning in a lethal cocktail of love and lust. She dragged his hands up and placed them onto her breasts, giving him, and therefore herself, a nice squeeze. She had the absolute craziest feeling of déjà vu, but with how dirty all her dreams had been lately, she supposed it was perfectly normal.
Now, if only they weren't so far from shore so that no one else could see them; Lily would sort of have liked that. "We can keep having this moment with you inside of me," Lily whispered. She needed him, plain and simple, and now please.
He grunted gruffly as he flipped them over, his hands trailing up her wrists and pinning them by her head. "You'll be the death of me, you know that?" His palms swept up over hers, his fingers curling around hers delicately.
She loved when he was on top of her like this, manipulating her body whatever way he wanted. Just like their time in the Great Hall, having his face hovering over hers while she could see the sky above them was as romantic as it was hot, and honestly, completely overwhelming. He was just so fucking attractive, it wasn't right. It made her want to lick him from his head to his toes, or crush something, or I don't know, smother him out of existence because of just how much she was feeling, just how much her emotions were taking control of her, in the moment.
Then again, she also really, really loved when she was in charge too. She shot him a petulant look. "I wanted to be on top tonight."
"Patience, love," he said hypocritically given the speed of his own stumbling actions. He undressed his lower half before divesting her of her panties, and threw his glasses to the side. "I told you we'd make love, and I know how you get when you ride. You just can't help yourself." He smiled as though the truth completely tickled him.
Lily shrugged innocently, all but confirming his suspicions. Whatever, she couldn't help it that something about that position just made her go buck wild. And that 'something' is totally how good his cock feels inside of me from that angle."Fine."
He chuckled lining himself up. "Fine." As gently as he could, he started pushing into her, eyes liquid heat as he held her gaze, absolutely obsessing over every last flicker of pleasure he saw flitting across her face. She was so happy she was drunk, otherwise the intensity of his stare may have been too much for her. "I love you," he started chanting on repeat as he caressed her neck, still moving oh so slowly on top of her. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
She had to be the first girl he'd ever told this to. He was like a little boy in a candy shop who had just discovered his new favorite sweet and was hellbent on consuming as many as possible, loving the novel taste on his tongue, until he got sick.
Well, she really fucking prayed that he could never get too much of her.
Lily whimpered, pulling his face back to hers as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, wanting to feel as physically close to him as his confessions were making her feel emotionally. They were in love. Madly, irrevocably in love and she knew it was them against the world, all the way here, in the middle of this bay. "Say it again, baby. Say it again."
Lily awoke to sun shining brightly in her face and seagulls still screeching loudly — far too loudly — overhead. It took her a few seconds to remember where the hell she was, and the general pounding in her brain sure wasn't helping.
Last night had been phenomenal. After James had gotten his fill of soul-bonding eye contact and torturously prolonged thrusts into her, as if trying to infuse her with his devotion, she had finally mounted him and gotten herself off in a minute of grinding away as fast as she could. He'd been right — she just couldn't help but impale herself with him hard and fast, using his body to her full advantage. James had smiled goofily, saying it was so nice to have the alcohol's help in moderating his orgasm so he could just lie back and relax for once. Lily supposed that usually he must have had to work pretty frigging hard to last for her when she looked as into the action as she did, screaming and moaning and losing her goddamn mind on top of him.
He'd always held himself back for her, made sure he didn't come too fast for her. It had always been for her.
Then, she'd spun around, taking in the view of the ocean while she rode him in reverse, her hands on his ankles while his held onto the spikes of her heels. It blew Lily's mind how big of a difference the direction she faced made, considering the angle felt so very, very unusual like this — for both of them. She could tell from the way he'd immediately started cursing — or perhaps that was just because of his new view of her arse bouncing over him (he did so love that particular asset of hers) paired with the stilettos.
Meanwhile, she found herself focusing on different sensations as well. Without the distraction of his fucking gorgeous face, she could really hone in on the rough feel of his calloused hands when they inevitably roamed her body, running along her waist, teasing her nipples, weighing her breasts, gripping her hips and helping her move on him. Clearly it had all overwhelmed him eventually, because he'd caved and pulled her flat against his chest, forcing her to straighten her legs out so he could hold her close as she was draped over his body. She could hardly move, hugged so tightly against him, so he'd had to take over the action, pumping up into her as their breaths mingled and they both looked up at the stars until he tilted her face to him so he could kiss her as he came, panting her name.
He made her feel like a goddess. His goddess.
All in all, it was a pretty terrific night, and Lily had slept like a log.
"Morning, sleepy head. You smell the food all the way from the kitchens?" James asked from the table he must have summoned back, already in black swim shorts yet somehow still managing to make it look dapper.
"Hmm," Lily groaned, the action of sitting up making her lightheaded.
He chuckled as he floated a glass filled with murky liquid her way. "Here's your hangover potion, love." He was an angel. "We need you in tip-top form so you can enjoy your mimosas." Or the devil. It was an either/or situation.
She chugged the whole cup greedily, feeling its effects a few seconds later, sighing in relief as she smacked her lips together. "Thank you." She got distracted as a drip of condensation from the glass fell onto her breast, the prickle of cold reminding her that she was still naked save for her shoes.
He smiled, clearly chuffed as he watched the bead of water roll down her body, looking a little envious of its progress. "Of course." She didn't like the glint that appeared in his eyes; it forecasted nothing good — in fact, she'd wager that it instead predicted something very, very bad. "Now, for your wake up call."
Oh fuck.
"Wha—?" Lily hadn't even completed the word before it morphed into a scream as James got up and scooped her into his arms — his years of Quidditch training giving him agility and strength. He brought her to the edge of the boat, dangling her over the side. "No! No!" Lily screeched, but it was too late — the wanker had tossed her over the rails.
Multiple thoughts hit Lily all at once as her body sank into the ice cold water below and she instantly burst into goosebumps, feeling numb all over. One: How fucking dare he? Two: I know exactly how I can get him back… Lily wasted no time flailing her arms, shrieking and taking water in her mouth, coughing and spewing, as she pretended to drown. She vaguely saw Potter's face go from infuriatingly smug to the most scared she'd ever seen him right before he jumped into action, flinging himself over the edge and diving beside her, gathering her into his arms in seconds.
"Lils—!" He sounded so frigging panicked. "Lils! I'm so sorry, I thought you could swim—" He cradled her to his chest, strong arms holding her up as he roughly threaded water so he could support both of them. "I didn't know—"
She could no longer keep it in and threw her head back to let out a cackle.
"Lily are you…" The understanding hit him slowly when she started threading herself, clearly not needing his assistance.
"Payback's a bitch," she taunted.
He was not laughing. In fact, he looked rather murderous, eyes nearly black as they bore into hers.
"Oh, come on," she sang, as she kicked herself backwards, getting a little space between them, "you had that one coming. What did you think was going to happen when you threw me into freezing cold water first thing in the morning?"
He still wasn't answering her and Lily wasn't sure if her body's reactions were to the water or to him. She swallowed, realizing that she was in fact getting turned on even while a little afraid. She swam a bit further back from him still. He continued to thread water in place, chin dipping lower into the ocean, gaze never leaving her like an apex predator.
When she had put a good few meters between them, she decided to really go in for the kill: "You deserved it."
Hook. Line. Sinker.
The dig reanimated him as he started chasing after her, slicing through the water like a shark. Fuck yes. Lily spun around, swimming as fast as she could to the back of the boat where she knew the ladder was. She had nearly reached it, her fingers extended, trying to get a grip on the cool metal bar, when she felt a hand close around her ankle, yanking her back. She let out a yelp, but James immediately spun her around and pushed her backwards, caging her body roughly between him and the ladder, the rungs digging into her back.
He angrily wrapped her legs around him, pushed down his shorts, and slammed into her, making her groan. She frantically reached behind her head, holding both sides of the ladder for support. "What did I deserve?" he snarled, as he started fucking her viciously.
Lily bit her lower lip and threw her head back, the water splashing wildly around them with his sharp movements. "You d— deserved—" She couldn't finish, the pounding somehow making every centimeter of her turn to hot mush. She wasn't even sure how he was finding the leverage to give it to her so hard underwater.
"You thought I deserved to be that scared, Evans?" he growled, one hand finding purchase on the ladder behind her, the other possessively weaving into her hair, forcing her to look at him. "You wanted me to suffer like that?"
Lily grinned devilishly as she rocked up and down, angling her feet so that the spikes still on them pinched into his backside, making him hiss. She didn't know what was coming over her, but she knew exactly how she was about to play this. No one had to know what they did. She could be whoever she wanted to be in the privacy of their sex life. No one could judge her or shame her… only James. And as he had just made so abundantly clear last night, over and over with his words and his actions: he loved her. So why would he ever do that? With him, she was pretty sure she could do no wrong. And that knowledge — that power? It was exhilarating. "Yes."
James swore, aggressively trying to claim her mouth, trying to forcibly regain control of the situation by jamming his tongue down her throat, biting her lip — all but swallowing her whole — but when he pulled back, Lily was still there, happily taking his punishment, taking his cock, with pretty moans and a big smile on her face. It was driving him mad. He pulled her legs up higher, propping her ankles on his shoulders, practically bending her in half so he could drive harder and deeper into her. It only enhanced her pleasure seeing him pushed so close to the edge of insanity. "Say you're sorry," he demanded, nose scrunching with the force of his anger.
Lily's jaw went lax, hands gripping the metal bars more tightly, head lolling back, a moaning giggle coming from her lips. "I'm— not—" she managed to pant between pounds. "I'd do it— again—"
"Fuck," James cried, unsure of whether he was more frustrated or proud as he started feeling her cunt clench around him, fluttering wildly as she came. "Look at me," he commanded, voice deep and guttural and dripping with desire, at least wanting to have some semblance of authority over what she was seeing.
She decided to throw him a bone, and did — whimpering — watching him with heavy lids as she felt wave after wave of ecstasy lap over her, on her, all around her, as she came. James watched with a look so wanton, so needy, that she wondered if she could come again from it alone in a couple of minutes. Probably. The depth of his addiction to her was truly breathtaking. Eyes still glued to hers, he slanted his face to her ankle, sinking his teeth in right above her strap as though if he didn't bite something, he might just lose his goddamn mind.
Good.
"Get off of me," Lily dictated.
"What?" James startled, crazed hips stilling immediately.
"I said: Get. Off of me," she repeated. She had to guess her eyes shone in the exact same mischievous way his had seconds before he'd thrown her overboard. "I'm cold." Why couldn't she be selfish? Why couldn't she play games? Wasn't he the king of them? Hadn't he practically taught her everything she knew and was serving right back to him now?
Looking at her like he didn't even know who she was anymore, James pulled himself out of her, giving her some room. She wasted no time bending her knee so she could push him further back — her heel digging into his collarbone — before straightening out her legs and spinning around, practically hitting him in the face with her arse as she climbed up the ladder in nothing but her stilettos, smirking when she heard his resulting groan at her show. She might have been exaggerating the sway of her hips the slightest bit for his benefit.
Lily ran both her hands through her hair and brought it all over her shoulder, ringing out the ocean water. "Well, are you coming?" It took everything she had not to crack and giggle at her obvious double entendre.
He didn't seem to share her amusement, lingering in the water below. "Careful, Evans." She could barely even hear his warning — his voice was so gravely and low.
She smirked, still looking down at him. "Something wrong?" She playfully tilted her head before pouting her lips as he made no move to get onto the boat. "It looks like you're too shy to even come out. You know I've already seen it, right?" she teased, eyes trailing down to where his crotch was underwater.
Was he blushing? "Well, as you just pointed out, Evans. It's cold in here." He was clearly readjusting himself, hiding his junk back under his shorts.
She'd never known him to be self-conscious in the past — the very idea of it made her laugh. "Aah, yes. That's why your punishment wasn't even that… substantial." She spun on her heel before he could answer her, but she could almost feel the heat of his embarrassment and rage as she started strutting away, grinning to herself. She knew exactly what she was doing, and what she hoped her taunting was doing to him. (And what that would make him do to her in return.) Three… two… one…
She felt James' hand close around her wrist and pull her back to him, now standing there sopping wet on the deck with her, before he roughly threw her over his shoulder and carried her, kicking and screaming, to the front of his boat where he sat in his chair and moved her down over his knees, wasting no time giving her arse a nice, firm spank.
Fuck! Lily gasped, mind reeling from how hard he'd actually hit her bum. It positively smarted, as though his palm was still there, burning a hole into her delicate skin. With his non-dominant hand, he picked up his wand and Lily startled as her wrists were tied together in front of her in twine and she felt a collar form around her neck.
Well, this was most certainly new. A collar? What?! It seemed as though he was finally combining her proclivity for having her neck touched with her kink of him having his way with her body. "James…" she whimpered. She felt the way her plea made his grip around her tighten with a deep inhale.
"What do you think, Evans? Did you deserve that?"
She bit her lower lip, not wanting to smile and set him off further as she looked over her shoulder at his face, shining with possessive glee. Clearly he felt back in his element, and she loved to see it, wanting to keep him in that sweet spot while still getting everything she craved herself. "Yes," she admitted.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I did."
He smirked at her, massaging her flushing skin. "How many do you think we should do?"
There was a right answer to this — there had to be, she just wasn't sure what it was yet. She studied his face. "As many as you want, baby." That sounded about right.
Positively delighted, as though Christmas, Hanukkah, and his birthday had all come early, he drew his arm back — Lily watching the muscles on his forearm ripple and tauten, his prominent veins turning her on even more — and spanked her again, relishing in how her nails dug into his thigh beneath her, her whole body jostling forward with the motion. She groaned, bowing her head, his knees pressing into her stomach, feeling his erection through his swim trunks, twitching against her side. "Got something to say, love?" he challenged.
She licked her teeth under her upper lip, looking him dead in the eye. "Harder."
His pupils completely blew out as he raised his chin, taking in a sharp, unexpected pull of air. Wordlessly, he raised his hand briskly and repeated the action, leaving his open palm on her flaming cheek, rubbing her comfortingly. The spicy and sweet combination was too much. She let out a fresh groan, curling her toes. Honestly, the worst part was probably the suspense — not knowing when he was going to spank her, and when he was going to make it all feel so much better.
"You know…" he mused, fingers moving, exploring, traveling to the crease of her arse and dipping lower, close to her wetness. She stilled on his lap, hesitantly wishing he'd continue, hoping he'd move just a little bit further for her. "There are other ways you can make it up to me."
Her words came out needy, desperate: "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. You could let me come."
He sunk a finger into her and she had to bite her lower lip to stop from moaning, absolutely admonishing the silly Lily of five minutes ago who had thought she'd had her fill of him and could carry on with her life. What had she been thinking? She would never get enough of him. Ever. "I could…"
Apparently the collar around her neck had a chain, because Lily felt James pulling it backwards, making her scramble to stand in her heels. He immediately pulled her back down to straddle his lap so he could take one of her tits in his mouth, running his hands up her spine, making sure to drag his short nails deep enough so she felt them. "Fuck—" she choked out, squirming and shuddering.
He looked up at her as far as his lids allowed, scraping his bottom teeth along her skin until they caught on her nipple before pulling back, dragging her forward with a mewl, having no other options. He was clearly testing the limits of how much pain she'd tolerate this morning, and she wasn't really surprised. If his panic at her pretending to be in danger was any indication, he was probably still pissed at her. He released her sensitive peak with a flick of his tongue. "Grind on me," he demanded, one of his hands finding the chain behind her again and pulling her upright, forcing her to arch her back and stick her chest out right in his face. She obeyed him. "So fucking beautiful…" he mumbled to himself as her hips started riding along his swim trunks, trying to fulfill his wishes.
She wasn't sure why he even wanted the tease. She could feel that he was just as ready for her as when she'd left him in the sea mid-sex. The way her wrists were bound made her biceps frame her breasts, pushing them together, and he was definitely mesmerized, watching her graceful, leisurely motions. "What's next, baby?" She was giving him the control he clearly so vehemently yearned for, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter the more into it he appeared — but that didn't mean she was without impatience.
His eyes snapped to hers again, his lips slanted dangerously. "Just keep going."
Lily did as he asked, brows furrowed and bottom lip getting trapped between her teeth, but honestly, she was ready for more. She tried for a while, but it just wasn't the same without him inside of her. "It feels better with you," she whined.
"Well, that's just too fucking bad, isn't it?" he sniped. His facade of indifference might have worked if he hadn't started bucking up his hips slightly, his body so obviously trying to meet with hers. With insistent hands, he grabbed both of her rounded cheeks and worked her lower half over him, rubbing her as hard as he could as he resumed sucking on her chest. Getting more and more turned on by his groans, she tried bringing her hands down, wanting to touch him through his shorts and spur him on, but he only tore her wrists away angrily and reached back for her chain. "Did I tell you you could touch me?"
Her chest heaved, neck straining against her leather collar as her breasts tickled the underside of his jaw and she looked down at him, wondering how to win back his praise. "No."
One eyebrow raised haughtily as he started standing up, taking her back to the blanket. He dumped her unceremoniously before readjusting her body, maneuvering her over so she was facing down on spread knees as he wrapped her chain tightly around his wrist, making the perfect arch in her back as he kneeled behind her. "Maybe for once, just fucking once, it doesn't have to be all about you."
Before she could refute his statement and tell him his words were hardly fair, because he was getting off plenty, he surprised her with his tongue, probing, prodding, getting dangerously close to a region that he had never been to before. Well, that no man had ever gone to on her before.
"What are you—?"
"May I?" he asked, clearly chomping at the bit to get her answer, wanting so badly to explore every last nook and cranny of her body. His breath was hot and heavy against her arse cheek from where he'd pulled back to look at her.
She extended her arms in front of her, angling herself even more in his face. She supposed if this was what turned him on, she'd give it a go. "Yes."
He wasted no time leveling her with a wet lick from her cunt all the way up her crease, Lily's body trembling as he passed the rippled edge of her arsehole. She hadn't expected to like it. In fact, she'd pretty much assumed that he was going to do whatever he liked now, considering it was his turn and she'd riled him up so thoroughly by her previous denial of his orgasm that he'd just plunder and fuck, and she'd try to enjoy as much of the ride as she could. But shame on her for not knowing him at this point, because he'd truly meant it when he'd told her that her pleasure was his pleasure, and he ripped a deep moan out of her throat. It seemed as though even when he was telling her she was selfish and a brat, he just couldn't help himself from giving it to her good.
He chuckled as he moved her chain into his right hand so his left fingers were free to enter her cunt, beginning to work her up. "So nasty for me, baby. Letting me play with your arse." Before she could respond, he plunged his tongue into her tight ring of muscle, making her groan as she felt him inside of her.
This was so fucking naughty, so downright filthy, what the hell? How had they been making such sweet, sweet love on this blanket less than twelve hours ago and now he was tongue-deep in her arse, making her feel sensations she'd never even dreamed she'd experience? She should have been in class right now, for fuck's sake… She couldn't think about that. No, she literally couldn't when he removed his tongue, and replaced it with one of the fingers he'd just lubricated with her. "Fuck!"
"Do you like that?" he cooed, yanking her collar so he could lean down to her face. The more he leaned into her, the deeper his finger went.
She whimpered, trying to bend up to reach him, wanting to meet him there above her. "Yes, yes, sir—"
"Fuck," he grunted, either from how she was puckering around him or her new pet name, she wasn't sure. He kissed her, slow and honeyed, and slipped his tongue in her mouth, all but begging her to taste herself. She answered his plea by sucking on it lightly, voicing her arousal. "Shit—" Unable to wait any longer, uncomfortably adjusting her chain, he pulled out his cock and slipped it into her cunt easily. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated with each thrust, starting to move his finger in her arsehole in time with his actions.
"James—" Lily moaned, completely overwhelmed in the best way possible, coming to the realization that he had found a trick other than his wand that could make her so wet for him that she was practically dripping down her inner thighs. She knew exactly why he'd chosen this position. It was the very same one they'd tried in the classroom the night they'd first become a couple when she'd learnt that he could go deepest like this. Every long thrust had her sinking further into her stretch as her knees moved infinitesimally wider, trying to accommodate his movements as she felt every bit of him inside every bit of her, his balls slapping against her clit. It was insane, it was erotic, and that wasn't even taking into account that her mind was going crazy, knowing that he was also inside another one of her orifices — one that she'd never even had anyone else see before. "Fuck, James, don't stop—"
"You like this?" he growled.
"Yeah," she whispered.
"You like it?" he panted, pushing the hand on the chain down to her shoulder blades, flattening her upper half against the blanket.
"I fucking love it, baby—"
"What do you want?" he groaned, sounding like he was about to lose it, slamming into her so brutally she thought she could probably see his outline on the outside of her stomach.
"To come just like—" James cursed and pulled out of her, retracting his finger too, and shocked her with another slap to the bum. She looked over her shoulder angry, genuinely having no idea what the hell she'd just done wrong. "Why did you—?" He spanked her again. "OW."
"You really can't help yourself, can you?" Off of her continued bewildered expression, he went on, "It's always about you."
He was crazy. There was no other explanation for it. What on earth was he talking about? "I just let you stick a finger in my bum!"
James spanked her again, but how flushed and vexed he looked almost made the scene comical. Lily knew better than to laugh. "Yeah! Because you want to fuck my best mate! How do you think threesomes work, Lils? I'm trying to get you used to the feeling, before— before we let—" He broke off, looking frustrated with his own inability to say the words.
Oh. Ooooh. So that's where this had come from. Are we really going to discuss this now? Was he feeling… inadequate? Threatened? No, Lily reasoned confidently, that would be preposterous. She pushed herself up to her knees and turned around to face him, hindered slightly by her bounds. "Are you mad I want to have a threesome?" she asked tentatively. "You made it sound like you have them all the time."
James let out a big huff as he sat on his bum, resting his elbows onto his knees. "I'm not. I do," he said a little too defensively.
"Okay…" Lily said, brow scrunching. "So, what's the problem?"
He rolled his eyes, displaying his extreme displeasure clear as day. "I thought you were smart."
"Hey, watch it," she threatened, no longer being in quite the same coddling mood that she'd briefly flirted with. "Just tell me what's wrong."
He blew some hair off his forehead, looking out over the water all around them. His tongue played with his lip to stall a little longer. "I just… I dunno, wanna make sure that you're more into me than him, that's all."
She couldn't help it, she scoffed. This boy was ridiculous. "James. I love you. Wanting to get shagged by you and someone else at the same time doesn't mean…" she trailed off as his face snapped back to her, a blinding smile blooming there. "What?" she tittered. "What are you so giddy about all of a sudden?"
"You just said, 'I love you'," he uttered softly, frozen in place.
Huh? "You knew that. I've said it before—"
"Not without drugs."
"What?!" Lily exclaimed, not believing him. "That's not—"
"Under Veritaserum — that's the only time you've said it aloud," he clarified, sounding sure as hell.
It took Lily aback. That couldn't be right. Could it? She would have bet money that they'd been professing it to each other all last night. Had it really just been him? It didn't matter — she could fix this. She shimmied over to between his legs, cupping his face with bound hands. "Well, I'm 100 percent sober, and potion-free, so please believe me when I say: I love you, you idiot," she confessed softly.
He chuckled but his eyes were nothing but serious, oscillating between hers. A thrill shot up through her at his fire. "Say it again."
Oh right, that's what I said last night instead of reciprocating. "I love you, James Potter."
He groaned before leaning over and grabbing her face back, kissing her fiercely as he pulled her onto his lap and finished them both off (her first again), forcing her to look deeply into his eyes the entire time.
"Come, eat," he directed probably an hour later when they'd gotten their fill of exploring and making each other's bodies levitate. Lily had always known that James knew what he was doing with his tongue, but damn, she didn't realize he could use it that well. Lily watched as the bindings around her wrists and the collar around her neck disappeared.
She nearly tripped as she stood up, having forgotten that she was still wearing her stilettos. He eyed her naughtily from the seat he'd just taken after pulling up his shorts, as though daring her to even try to take them off now. She figured she wouldn't. She sat opposite him, getting more comfortable with being completely naked, and crossed her legs, running her heel up his calf.
"Frisky."
"Hungry," she amended, maintaining his eye contact challengingly. He didn't look away either. They wouldn't start back up again… we won't. Enough had to be enough at some point. (Why did he make her feel this way?)
"Skippy!" he yelled. "We're ready."
From the corner of her eye, she saw the house-elf reappear, serving them each a fresh breakfast. Honestly, she could get used to this. "I can't believe you named him Skippy."
"He lives on a boat. It works."
"I think you're thinking of Skipper."
His lips twisted in amusement as he nudged his chin towards her crêpes. "Dig in."
She didn't have to be told twice. Somehow they were even better than the ones served at Hogwarts. She watched him curiously as he ate, his fingers wrapped around his utensils just right, showcasing his proper breeding and rich boy manners. She wouldn't have been surprised if his pinky popped out — you know, as a true gentleman's would. She had to keep herself from snorting. He was so absurd sometimes, but she was overcome with the desire to know everything about him. "Potter?"
He looked up from his plate with an intrigued. "Hm?"
"Tell me something about you that no one else knows."
Lily watched as he took his folded napkin from off the table, demurely dabbing it over his mouth before laying it down on his lap. This was the same guy who had stuck two fingers in her mouth only yesterday, but all right. Have your duplicity, baby.
He seemed to ponder her request until his cheeks took on a rosy hue and she knew he'd landed on a story that she had to hear. "Go on," she prodded with an accompanying tap of her foot to his shin. Anything that could make James Potter blush had to be good.
"I was once so sloshed that I thought a plunger was my wand. It wasn't until I swung it around a bunch of times, trying to summon something, that I realized my mistake."
Lily stared at him for a few seconds, merely blinking as she digested the story before slamming the table with both her palms, absolutely howling with laughter. "You— you actually? Are you serious?!" It became hard to breath with all the wheezing and joyful tears streaming down her cheeks.
He looked equal parts embarrassed and happy, living for her laughter, smiling up at her despite his face's downcast position. "It's rude to laugh when someone bears their soul to you, you know."
She just couldn't picture him, him, brandishing a tool meant for unclogging shit as though it held the key to his magic. It was just too much. She buried her face in her hands.
He chuckled. "All right, all right, laugh at my expense."
She finally regained her breath. "I can't believe you're actually human."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Still think I'm a monster?"
More like a god. She reached for her untouched mimosa trying to hide her grin. "Something like that."
He knew she was yanking his chain, metaphorically of course, and mirrored her actions. "What about you?"
"What about me?" Lily asked coyly. James wasn't buying it. He just stared at her until she broke. "Uh," she delayed, looking towards the shore for inspiration. Fuck, what the hell in my life is interesting? "My first burst of accidental magic was inflating my sister when she pissed me off?"
He grinned licking his lips. "Does your sister not count as someone who already knew that?"
Lily huffed. "She doesn't remember it."
James' brows twitched. "Seems like a rather hard thing to forget."
Lily took another big gulp of her drink, savoring the sweet tang of freshly squeezed orange juice blending so nicely with her champagne. "Well, she doesn't remember I exist at all actually. I wiped myself from her memories."
James sat back in his chair, broad shoulders relaxing, looking like royalty, as he studied her. "What did you just say?" he enunciated carefully.
Lily never talked about her sister to anyone. In fact, she rarely thought of her at all, which was how both of them liked it — Well, how we both would like it if Petunia could remember how she felt about me in the first place. "You'd understand if you met her, she never liked me so I figured—"
"You wiped. Her memories," James said slowly, as though making sure there was no way in hell he was getting this wrong. His lips quivered with barely suppressed delight. "Ice cold, Evans."
Oh. Lily knew where he was going with this. He was thinking about how the baby Death Eaters he trained had done the same thing to the Muggle-borns they used to practice on in school. "That's different—"
"Is it?" James was full on smiling now, glad she had connected the dots by herself. "Because it sounds like the same spell—"
"I didn't hurt my sister first!"
"No, no, of course. You just made her think she was the only person still alive in her entire family."
Well, fuck, when you put it like that. "I— It…" Lily struggled to explain herself. "No, stop grinning like a maniac, it's just that—" She pushed back her hair over her forehead. "Look, she never liked me, at all. We were always just too different, and she hated my magic, positively loathed it, so she was always embarrassed by me. Embarrassed to be related to such a freak—" James was no longer smiling. If anything, he was starting to look quite shirty. "So really, I was doing her a favor. Because now she isn't." Lily looked down to her plate and aggressively cut her rolled up crêpe, jamming it into her mouth. "Plus this way I don't have to be sad when she doesn't ever talk to me again, or invite me to her wedding, or anything like that. Because she just doesn't know I exist. A clean break." A clean break with the whole other world that raised me.
No. Lily would decidedly not feel sorry for herself, not anymore. Petunia had always pretended like she didn't exist, so Lily had merely made it so. Plain and simple. An eye for an eye.
She expected James to tease her, to point out that she'd been such a hypocrite for making a big deal out of all the times he'd stolen memories from their classmates, but he surprised her by leaning in and taking her hand instead, squeezing it in his own.
"I'm sorry," he said in a way that left no room for anything other than trust.
"Thank you," she replied quietly, really grateful he wasn't taking the Mick. Family was hard. Speaking of which… She wanted to know more about his. She hoped probing was okay. "Can I ask…" she began cautiously. She wasn't sure how, but she just felt like whatever had happened with his dad had shaped his life and personality more than he probably even realized. It still felt far too intimate of a question to come out with brazenly though.
"What?" he prodded, rubbing the back of the hand that he'd never let go of. "Ask me anything."
Her eyes snapped up to his. "What happened with your father?"
James let out a heavy breath, scratching the bridge of his nose as he came up with the right words. "Well, he died when I was young, I told you that."
"I remember," Lily added quickly, not wanting to seem terribly insensitive. She squeezed his hand as he had just done for her. The moment felt so reminiscent of their date at The Three Broomsticks when they'd talked about his dad the first time.
He opened his palm up to hers. "I was five at the time, so my memories are pretty hazy about most of it, but I remember hearing an explosion in the North Wing, where my dad's potions lab was." Lily was too busy holding her breath to feel the snark she normally would have for such a ludicrous statement. James brought his other hand down to cover hers, seemingly needing that extra bout of support. "I liked to play in there, you know? Pretend like I was a potions master like he was. My dad would let me mix fun solutions and make cool colors and he'd love to get me excited about my creations by adding smoke and sound effects." James smiled at the memory, his eyes unfocused as he clearly relived it. "My mother would always say we were two peas in a pod, locked away in that lab by ourselves." Lily gave him another pulse through her hand, knowing there was a major but coming. "But, there was an accident. And he died."
"From… the explosion?" she asked gently.
James did a subtle sniff, turning his face away from her and pretending to look out towards the coastline. "I heard my mother tell the Aurors that arrived on the scene that I must have switched some of his ingredients by accident, which was why he mixed two radioactive ones, basically making a bomb."
Lily couldn't help it, she gasped. Holy shit. He'd… James had… accidentally killed his father? Her heart absolutely broke into a billion pieces, all too easily picturing a five year old James, scared and alone, spying on his mother talking to the big, scary Aurors who had come into his house after a tragedy. She could practically see his cute doe eyes as he hid behind the banister, trying to be brave, only to be completely destroyed when he heard his mum say it had all been his fault. How absolutely devastating that must have been on such a young, fragile heart.
Lily walked around the table and climbed onto his lap, wanting nothing more than to inundate him in her love. "It wasn't your fault—"
"Actually, it absolutely was, but I know it was a mistake," he corrected her adamantly. She wasn't surprised he had such a clear stance on this — obviously it had haunted him his whole life.
"Wait… do Aurors normally drop by to investigate deaths?" she questioned quietly.
"Only when they suspect foul play, fucking vultures," he sneered, reaching over Lily for his mimosa flute and downing it all at once.
Well, that definitely explains his deep-rooted hatred for Aurors, even before they were actively trying to kill him.
"They thought my mother did it. They saw a grieving widow and they—" His arm tightened around her, but the action took him by surprise, as though he'd forgotten she was still there with him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Sorry."
"Don't be," Lily said softly, kissing his cheek. "That's all horrible." Lily didn't want to say it, but she felt as though his mother had fucked up worst of all, throwing her son under the bus like that. Even if she needed to explain what had happened to exonerate herself, she should never, ever have let her son hear that.
James absentmindedly pressed his lips to her forehead, still having a hard time looking at her. "Well. Now you know."
Fuck, that was dark. Lily rubbed soothing circles on his chest, not knowing how else she could help him right now.
James broke the unpleasant silence first. "So I owe you an explanation, I guess."
Lily shifted back slightly so she could see his face, her own utterly confused. "Oh?"
He finally focused on her. "How I know so much about you?"
Oh right. It was hard to think about anything other than the revelation he'd just dropped on her. She tried preparing herself. "Shoot."
He chewed on his lip, expression shifting as though he was… nervous? "Now don't be mad."
"Okay," Lily said uneasily. As if she could get even the slightest bit frustrated with him knowing what she knew about his history now.
He took a deep gulp of air and said, "I'm a Legilimens."
Lily blinked at him rapidly, not even having an inkling what he was talking about. "You're a what?"
James closed his eyes, clearly irritated. "Fuck they need to start teaching about Legilimency in school…" he muttered under his breath.
She was a little piqued by that. "I know, I get it, I'm a Muggle-born—"
"No," he interrupted swiftly, brushing away her concerns, "it's not that. Legilimency is a branch of magic that isn't in the curriculum, but instead taught on a more need-to-know basis." He chuckled darkly. "I think they don't want kids to get any ideas. You know, on how to cause mischief."
Lily smiled. "Your speciality." He accepted her compliment with a kiss to her shoulder. "So, what is it?"
He winced, taking another huge breath. "Uh… you're not gonna like it."
"Just spit it out."
The hand not supporting her back was working its way up her outer thigh, drawing small patterns — meant to soothe him or her, she wasn't yet sure. He opened and closed his mouth once more before admitting, "I can read minds."
Lily snorted, rolling her eyes as she slapped at his bare chest. "Okay. You got me, I thought you were actually going to—"
"I'm not joking."
The deadly serious way he protested got Lily's attention, even if she had yet to believe him. Her eyes pleaded for him to give it up already. There's no way. There just can't be any… that would mean… "James—"
"I'm sorry, love."
She wasn't sure how her face had just morphed, but she could feel the change all the way to her ears. She shook her head in disbelief. "No, no, witches and wizards can't do that; that would be insane—"
He was quick to contradict her, as if wanting to rip the bandaid off completely as soon as possible. "It was really popular in the 1600s, especially in some place called Salem in the States. When Muggles started killing people off en masse, they stopped practicing it as much, until the knowledge slowly died out. No one could remember how to do it anymore." What kind of stupid ass story is this, Lily said to herself. No. NO. "The Dark Lord figured it out. He's bringing it back." His beautiful eyes were still staring straight into her soul, and for the first time in a long time, it terrified her. "He taught it to me himself."
"You've been able to read my thoughts… this whole time?" she squeaked, withdrawing her hands, looking for a graceful way to get off of him.
"Lils—"
"Is that how you knew to call me Lils?!" She shot to her feet, needing to put some distance between them. She instantly growled as she wobbled on her stupid shoes. No longer having any desire to appear lanky and sexy, she tore them right off her feet.
"Yes, but—"
"Oh my god," Lily cried, clutching her temples with both hands, nearly poking her eye out with a heel in the process, "you've seen everything?" Her eyes were glued to one spot on the deck, trying to think back to every embarrassing thought, every secret desire, every whim and fancy that she'd ever had of him, of stuff she wanted to do to him, before she'd even admitted she liked him to herself. "Holy fuck… That's how— that's why—" she looked up at him, backing away slowly, "—that's why you were so persistent and confident. You knew. You fucking knew I liked you." Lily felt as though her mouth had gone completely dry.
"Lily—"
She held up a stiletto, shushing him while she bent down and covered herself up with the fluffy blanket before reaching for her flute — fuck it — reaching for the bottle of champagne and tilting it to her lips. "Shit," she declared defeatedly as the bubbly liquid burned down her throat. He probably saw me undress him in my head every class, he probably heard me tell Remus he was the best shag I'd ever had… he knew I'd never come with a guy before and knew how I tried. This was how he'd known what she was into, how everything he'd ever done had been tailor-made to turn her on, to reel her in… Wait. She looked back up at him. He was still into that sort of stuff, right? It hadn't all been for her benefit? Lily kicked away her pesky little thoughts. Yes. Of course he had been into it. No one could fake that kind of arousal.
"Lils, please—" he pleaded panic-struck.
"For fuck's sake, Potter, this is so embarrassing! Do you know how many filthy daydreams I've had of you?" Fuck. Fuck!
She hadn't meant to placate him, at least not consciously, but she saw a flicker of hope cross his eyes just the same. "Yes."
Everything was starting to make sense now: his swagger, his omniscience. How the hell did I not put this together sooner?! She supposed she shouldn't be too hard on herself — it wasn't like she could suspect he had a power that she had never even known existed.
Oh yeah… This was how he'd known about her assignment to spy on him ever since she'd sat down at breakfast that faithful morning after she'd been given the mission by Dumbledore. She'd been ruminating about how she would have to crack him, and he'd caught her staring and… smirked. Holy shit, it's been right there in front of me this whole time…
Lily started pacing, dragging the blanket around with her, her mind absolutely racing. "How's it work?" she demanded. "Can you read anyone's mind? All minds? One at a time? Is there a proximity requirement?"
He dropped the hand reaching for her. "Eye contact. I can only read one at a time and I need eye contact."
Lily slapped her forehead. Oh my fucking god. "That's why you're always obsessively staring at me!"
He looked like he wanted to argue the statement, but thought better of it last minute and merely nodded.
"When did you start?"
James shuffled his feet a bit. "5th year."
Lily's chin jutted forward incredulously. "For two bloody years?!"
"Babe," he tried mollifying her gently, "don't be embarrassed. I've never seen a thought I didn't like." He tilted his head contemplatively. "Well, except when you started dating that Diggory prat, those were some dark days." He smirked. "But he fell in your eyes so fast after you actually started shagging him, so I went back to liking being in your head."
Lily closed her eyes forcefully, taking another swig of the bottle. "Fuck!" she repeated like it was her very own mantra.
She didn't even want to look at him right now. He definitely caught on. "You're not running away again. Remember?" He actually sounded rather scared.
Lily huffed, turning around so she could lean against the railing over the water, wrapping the blanket more tightly around her torso, needing the comfort. "I know. I've tried that, it doesn't work."
"Oh thank fuck," he mumbled under his breath. She could feel the tension rolling off his shoulders as he let out a deep sigh of relief behind her. After a long pause, he took an uncertain step forward. Good. She wanted him to be on edge right now after all the spying he'd done on her for two years. "Look. For what it's worth, I'm sorry." He was standing at her back, but he knew better than to attempt to touch her yet. She took another big gulp of bubbly. "I've been trying to look in your mind less, but I'll admit, it's fucking hard not to. You're like heroin to me, baby."
Lily snorted. Don't think that's cute, don't think that's cute. He'd remembered something she'd thought about him and recycled it back to her. She couldn't believe that all this time, he'd been there, inside her head, studying her, learning her… getting to know her probably better than she even knew herself. Because after all, he probably analyzed everything she did, finding patterns and cognitive dissonance in ways that she didn't. Perhaps on purpose.
"Except better," he continued, wooing her. "I'd classify you more like Bertie Bott's Brain-Numbing Potion." His hands appeared on the railing on either side of her as he leaned into her back. "Highly addictive. Delicious. Makes you feel good for hours." Was he really whispering sweet nothings in her ear right now? Yes. Yes he is. "Plus, I don't know if you know this…" She could tell he was about to try to curry favor some more. "But you're sort of a hard chick to read sometimes. You know. With all the denial and lies."
She spun around, bracketed in between his body and the railing — not even for the first time this very fine morning. He grinned as he saw her face, so she guessed she couldn't look all that mad. She pointed an angry finger at him. "You can control it, right?" He nodded, hair falling so sexily down his forehead. She hated that he probably knew just how sexy he looked because she was thinking it. "No more." His lips tweaked as he leaned in, intending to kiss her, so she leaned back in equal measure. "I'm serious. You gotta promise."
He stole the champagne bottle from her hand and took a hearty swig himself. "I promise to try."
"James—" she protested.
"It's the best I can do, love. It's the best I can do." His fingers trailed along her cheek right before he kissed her, his lips soft and tender, feeling like a vow. She'd take it. She'd take anything he was giving anyway, ultimate goner for him that she was. She wasn't sure if it was the kiss or the half a bottle of champagne flowing in her veins, but she was starting to feel a little woozy. He pulled back slightly. "Like what if you wanted me to?"
He was really pushing it, and the crooked slant of his mouth told Lily he fucking knew it too. "How would you know if I wanted you to, hm?"
"I could just take a little peek—" He leaned back in, peppering her with pecks.
"No!" Why was she laughing? Why was the solemn scolding she was trying to perform coming off as a joke? "No, absolutely not! Healthy couples don't do that—"
"Oh. So we're a healthy couple now, are we?"
She raised one eyebrow and forcefully reclaimed the booze. "No Potter, quit acting cute. This is a very serious violation."
James licked his lips watching the way her own wrapped around the rim of the bottle. "I love it when you're all huffy."
Lily rolled her eyes, chucking the empty champagne over her shoulder as she turned back around to look anywhere but at him. The lack of a resulting cry (but a rather loud thud instead) told her she hadn't hit him. "I should not be encouraging this behavior," she muttered.
He wrapped his arms around her stomach, snuggling his face into the crook of her neck. "But you will."
True, you damn oaf of a boyfriend. "Is it hard?"
He froze, his hand halting on its mission to find a way under her blanket. "What do you mean?"
"Being a Legi-man-thing — is it hard?"
He chuckled softly, tickling Lily's skin. "Yes."
"So how can you do it?"
She hadn't meant it as an insult, but she could certainly see how he took it as one. "I don't know if you've noticed, Evans, but I'm sort of a big deal."
This guy. She should honestly just throw him off the boat and be done with him. "And it's undetectable?"
He grinned. "Why? You interested?"
Yes. "Answer the question, Potter."
"Legilimency only hurts if you go deep. Surface level thoughts can be detected painlessly."
She hated to prove him right so soon, but she hated being left in the dark even more. "Can you teach me?"
James planted a gentle kiss on the side of her throat, his fingers finally finding their way to her bare ribs and digging in. "So you can read my mind? Doubtful," he whispered. "And don't get any ideas either, baby, because I've learnt how to block people out."
She hadn't even thought about learning the skill behind his back and using it against him in the future, but she supposed she probably would have come up with the plan eventually. Lily wasn't surprised that James knew how to prevent people from seeing into his mind though. The only other person he'd mentioned who could perform Legilimency was Voldemort — so she supposed he was who James was trying to keep out. "Talk about a double standard," she grumbled.
"It would be too embarrassing for you to see that all I ever think about is you."
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck. Lily turned around, railing digging into her back once more, as she looked him dead on, not believing his innocent smile for a second. "Really? You're gonna try that line on me?"
He leaned into her lips, making her lids flutter. "Baby… I'll try anything on you."
Lily fought her own squirming. "I'm going to wear sunglasses inside from now on."
"Everyone will think you're hungover."
"Connelly will relate."
"Well, in that case, what a flawless plan." He smirked, nudging his nose against hers. "Any other quips you wanna make? Or do you want to tell me how much you love my pillowy lips and how you want to climb my abs like a ladder instead?"
Lily could feel her cheeks flush blood red in mortification as he recited her past musings back to her. She shoved him away. "I want to end you."
He threw his head back, laughing that deep, infectious laugh she adored so much. "Do it with love, baby. Do it with love."
She huffed as she pushed off the railing, ready to go inside and find her street clothes. They had to leave the boat and return to school at some point. But it seemed as though James had other plans, grabbing her wrist as she passed him. "Wait, there's something else I gotta tell you."
Well, shit, now what?
"You're not gonna like it."
She rocked her face back so she could regard him skeptically. "Right. Because I really loved what you just told me."
"It's about Dumbledore," James deadpanned.
What?
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