"I love winter in the north," Lily mused, looking out the window of James's bedroom chambers. Despite her previous qualms, she'd found herself back in the bed of the interim transfiguration professor. This was just a release, meaningless with no emotional ties.
"It's bloody cold," James returned. She rolled her eyes as he ran his hand over her back, tracing a pattern against it. "I can't wait to be back in London."
Lily was silent, continuing to stare out into the startling night sky.
"I'm not going back," she answered.
"Why not?"
James brought his mouth to her shoulder, softly kissing the skin there as Lily felt sleep tug at her.
"Walburga Black asked for my mother to be returned to Somerset House," Lily revealed.
"Is that a bad thing?"
Lily frowned, turning around and facing James.
"Voldemort used to hold his bloody court there," she answered, recalling that disastrous Easter Holiday from her sixth year. "I'm not letting my sick mother sleep in the same house as that man."
James's brows came in, scrunching up.
"You shouldn't say his name."
Lily scoffed, dragging the bedsheet up to her chest.
"It's just a name," she replied. "Dumbledore used to say you should live in fea-"
"Well Dumbledore isn't here anymore," James snapped.
Lily was silent at his tone and he sighed. She heard him move, bringing his arms on either side of her and hovering over.
"Let's just forget about this," he offered, leaning down to kiss his way down her body. "I've got a better idea of how to get you riled up."
Lily's eyes fluttered as he pushed her legs open, settling there and beginning.
Later that night, as James slept next to her, with an arm draped over her abdomen, Lily found herself still awake. Her mind was alert, delving back into the past, despite her desire to be long asleep.
By her seventeenth birthday, Lily had managed to restore the guise of cordial indifference she had towards James. Publicly, she managed nods in his direction when their eyes met. But privately, her thoughts constantly returned to the night of Narcissa's wedding.
She woke on the morning of her birthday, feeling rather dour as she reached for the pendant she'd worn at her neck since childhood. She was the last blood-born Everett now, with her sister forsaking the family name after marrying Rabastian.
"Happy birthday Lovely," Mary declared, waking and smiling sleepily from her bed. Lily turned and threw her friend a smile.
"Thanks, Mar," she returned. "I'm practically an old maid now."
"Don't be ridiculous," Mary protested.
"Lily's right," Marlene said jovially, entering from the bathroom. "My mother was engaged by 17. We're all old maids."
Lily laughed at that, not particularly bothered that she'd been left out of that rather considerable pureblood tradition. All of the Black women were married straight from Hogwarts, Petunia joining that trend. But Lily managed to avoid any talks of marriage, with her uncles' attention on the war.
After a long day of classes and Quidditch practice, Lily found herself helping Michael clean the pitch before the Slytherins began theirs.
"Benjy's bought some firewhiskey off Davies," he revealed. "Bring the girls to our room around ten."
"I can't," Lily replied, strapping the bludgers into the chest. "I have patrol with Lupin."
"Trade with someone."
"They're not letting us trade patrols," Lily added. "Especially after the attacks."
Michael nodded grimly and they went up to the castle. As they plodded along through the snow, Lily could feel his gaze on her.
"What do you think of Abilene?"
Lily frowned, glancing back at him.
"Abilene Legoff-Lestrange?" she asked, thinking of the small, dark-haired girl in the year below them. Abilene was from the French cadet branch of the Lestrange house, attending school in England as her father served as the French ambassador to the Ministry of Magic. Lily hadn't paid much attention to the quiet Ravenclaw before, outside of observing her seeking during Quidditch matches.
"Yes."
"She's nice," Lily managed. "A rather swishy seeker."
Michael nodded.
"Why did you ask?"
"Oh," he said, brushing snow from his head. "I reckon I'll ask her to the next Slug Club."
"Why?" Lily blurted out. "She's already in it."
Michael's ears turned pink and Lily froze, gaping at her friend.
"You like her?" she asked.
"Yes,' he returned, averting her gaze. "Quite a bit."
"Oh," she answered, feeling vaguely uncomfortable. "That's grand."
"So you'd be okay if I asked her out?"
"Why not," she replied, entering the castle. "Abilene's harmless."
But the conversation stuck in her mind as they ate with the rest of their friends and she left her belongings in Gryffindor Tower. As she walked through the castle to meet Remus on the ground floor, she still puzzled over it. What did Michael want with quiet Abilene Lestrange?
"Watcher Everett."
Lily smiled as she waved to Remus.
"Lupin," she returned. "Ready for another rousing patrol?"
"Unfortunately I don't have the map this time," he confessed. "Sirius has been seeing someone he's rather determined we don't know anything about so he's been nicking it every so often."
"I'm sure we'll be able to manage," she replied. The pair began walking the halls, making idle small talk before Lily gesturing to the staircase to the dungeons.
"Shall we?"
"I can finish up patrol," he offered. "I know it's your birthday."
Lily shrugged. "We're not allowed to patrol anymore, besides I'm not a very big birthday person."
"17 is a big one," he noted, glancing at the stairs again. "Wouldn't you rather be with your friends."
"It's perfectly fine Lupin," she returned, beginning to head down the stairs. She froze when she felt his hand on her wrist and Remus wearing an unreadable expression.
"I think you should go and celebrate," he said in a darker tone. Lily's eyes narrowed.
"Who?"
Remus was silent and she wrenched her wrist from his grip.
"You don't want to go down there," he said quietly. "There's only so much the Black family can do to keep you out of the Dark Lord's service."
Lily's jaw clenched and she shook her head.
"If they're torturing students in the dungeons," she hissed. "I will report all of them."
"I can't let you do that," Remus sighed, beginning to take out his wand.
"Stupefy," Lily snapped, stunning him before he could protest. She left Remus slumped in the shadows of the staircase before descending down. Trailing hallway after hallway, she paused before a door hearing voices. Lily brought her wand to her side before she uncharmed the locked down and wrenched it open.
"Hullo," she drawled, staring at the group gathered. All of them wore cloaks, concealing their faces. "Now what do we have here?"
"Come to play cousin dearest?" a hooded figure taunted from the front. "At long last redeem your Gryffindor ways."
Lily froze at the familiar voice and her mouth immediately went dry as Bellatrix removed her hood, meeting Lily's gaze with one of her wild, cruel smiles.
"How are you here?" she demanded. Bellatrix raised a perfectly arched brow and looked to another figure.
"You mean how are we here?" she taunted. "You can remove your hoods, Lily's a Black after all."
She remained silent, an ill feeling spreading through her chest as Broderick Flint and Alecto Carrow pulled their hoods down too. She stared at the students as well, her classmates who had let such evil onto their school.
"How did you all get inside the castle?" Lily asked. Bellatrix smiled, moving towards Sirius's form.
"Sirius here managed to find the perfect doorway," Bellatrix replied. "I'm glad you've finally decided to come to one of our meetings. Merlin knows I was beginning to worry about you."
"She's a bloodtraitor Bella," Sirius declared.
"Nonsense," Bellatrix replied, moving towards Lily. Lily froze as her cousin held her face squeezing it. "Lily just hasn't been presented with the opportunity to prove herself."
She was still, looking in panic towards Sirius. Busting a group of students for holding a meeting was one thing. Turning over her sadistic cousin and her friends, all of whom were suspected in massacres and mass murders, was another.
"Time to show your allegiance," Bellatrix noted, pulling Lily towards the others. Before she could protest, the door wrenched open again, revealing James Potter. He was flushed, breathing heavily as he stared at the scene before him.
"Can't one of you perform a proper locking spell," Bellatrix said with a scowl.
"Let go of her," James ordered. "Lily is not being initiated."
She gaped at him as Bellatrix's grip tightened on her shoulder.
"It's rather lonely being the only Black daughter to serve our Lord," Bellatrix replied.
"Let her go," James repeated. Bellatrix's scowl deepened as she turned to Lily.
"Lily what do you want to do?" she asked. "You wouldn't need to duel or serve in battle— Merlin knows you're shite with dueling. But we can make use of your other talents. You're one of the best potions brewers in your generation, we can use that."
"I won't ask again," James declared, reaching them and placing a hand on Lily's other shoulder. "She is not being initiated."
"Not every woman is meant to serve in bed Potter," Bellatrix snapped. Lily stared at her cousin in confusion before James wrenched her behind him. "Lily it's your choice."
She shook her head over and over, unable to form words as Bellatrix's encouraging smile collapsed.
"Take her out of here Potter," Bellatrix said, voice dripping with disappointment. Lily felt James's grip on her waist as he pulled her from the room. She stumbled after him as he dragged her away, Lily finally regaining her senses and wrenching herself free.
"What just happened?" she demanded. James's eyes narrowed at her as he ran a hand through his hair, rage clear on his face.
"Not here," he snapped, gesturing towards the staircase going up to the ground floor. She nodded, following him up and frowning as Remus seemed to have disappeared from where she'd left him. Pettigrew must have retrieved him. James continued through the hall and Lily froze as he stepped onto the grounds.
"We can't talk in the castle," he said. She nodded, following him out as he brought her towards the pitch. After they stopped to its side, she crossed her arms and faced him.
"How did Bellatrix get in here?"
"I don't know."
"How don't you know? Why weren't you in that meeting? Have you managed to leave?" Lily demanded, questions streaming into her mouth. James shook his head, leaning back against the door to the pitch and staring at her.
"I'm not on that assignment," he explained. "I didn't even know that Sirius was successful."
"What do you mean successful?"
"He'd gotten some obscure assignment after Orion botched up a mission," James elaborated. "One he was supposed to fail. Only it seems he succeeded."
"He's brought death eaters into the castle," she said numbly. "I have to report him."
James nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I'll handle it," he replied.
"How?"
James was silent, staring at her. She waved her hand in front of his face.
"Answer me."
"I'm going to Dumbledore," he said slowly. "I'm switching sides."
Lily's face collapsed with shock.
"You'll get yourself killed."
James shook his head. "I can't keep killing."
She watched as he clenched his fists, opening them and clenching them again. He looked terrified and so young.
"This doesn't redeem you. You've killed and tortured."
James shut his eyes, nodding.
"I know."
Lily stared at him as he opened his eyes, staring up at the stars.
"What did Bellatrix mean when she said not every woman is meant to serve in bed?" Lily asked softly. James met her gaze square on.
"It means exactly what you think it does," he replied.
"Today's my 17th birthday," Lily said softly. James's lips picked up as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I thought I was untouchable now."
"You're of age," James noted. "But not untouchable."
"How?" Lily demanded. "I'm an adult now."
"To start you're compromised," he answered. "As long as your mother is there, as long as you're friends with MacDonald they'll always find a way in."
She nodded shakily and James leaned up, moving towards her and pausing in front of her.
"I'm going to Dumbledore in the morning," he said, breath tickling her hairline. She looked up, meeting his gaze.
"I hope so."
The two stared into each other's eyes, the moment perfectly crystal as James leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
"Happy birthday Lily."
Over the next two months, they'd settled into a friendship of sorts. Lily spent more time working on dueling club with James, especially when Michael's attention became absorbed in his budding relationship with Abilene Lestrange.
"I don't understand why Professor Lane agreed to let you run dueling club," James said conversationally as they finished packing up the training equipment. "You're awful at dueling."
"I'm the best in our year at defensive charms," Lily matched, shutting the door to the supply closet. "I just- well I freeze up in duels."
"No it's something more," he offered. "You're completely incapacitated. Why's that?"
Lily swallowed, looking away from him and remembering her father's death.
"I'm bad at split-second decisions."
A split-second decision she'd made at 14 had gotten her father killed, crushed from a single levitating charm. Since then, she'd thought every choice over and over, avoiding any spontaneity except when it came to her brief moments of weakness with James.
"I could help you practice."
"That's what dueling club is for."
"Outside of dueling club," James repeated. Lily looked back to him, seeing the way he'd watched her.
"I'd like that," she said, smiling. "I'd like that a lot."
Soon she found herself taking the train home for the Easter Holidays.
"You've gotten practically cozy with Potter," Marlene noted after Lily nodded at him as they boarded the train.
"A bit of an overstatement Lena," she laughed. "We just run dueling club together— especially since Michael's been so distracted with Abilene."
Marlene shrugged.
"Be careful," she warned. "Those Slytherin boys are nothing but trouble."
Lily puzzled over Marlene's words, wondering when she'd gotten so close to James. While they'd begun to spend so much time together privately, she never publicly acknowledged him beside a few nods. Even that night, when she'd been bundled into bed at Somerset House, Lily continued to think about what her relationship was with James.
It certainly wasn't platonic.
But when she looked inward she felt no romantic feelings for him. She was definitely attracted to James, but who wasn't? He was one of the more attractive boys at Hogwarts, with a body she'd come to appreciate Quidditch even more for. But in her heart, Lily couldn't feel any romantic inclinations towards him.
The Easter Holidays were moving along, with the entire Black family on sharp edge. No one revealed anything to her or her mother. However, by Easter morning, Lily discovered why her entire family was on edge. As she returned from a walk with her grandmother, she'd found the manor filled to the brim with people. She recognized many, having seen their names listed as suspected death eaters.
"Lily!"
She turned to see her aunt Druella at the grand staircase, wearing a tense expression.
"Why are all these people here?"
"The Dark Lord's decided to move his court here," she replied, lips pinching into a thin line. Lily's gut fell as she gaped at her aunt.
"Why?"
"Punishment… Your uncle Orion messed up a mission at the beginning of the month."
Lily swallowed as she watched the Carrow twins enter, Alecto smiling in her direction.
"When will they leave?"
"I don't know," her aunt confessed. She looked around the room before leaning closer to Lily and whispering, "It may be time to send your mother and grandmother back to your childhood home."
Lily nodded.
"I can't leave my mum here," she answered. "Not with him under the same roof."
"I'll have elves pack your things," Druella answered. "You'll leave first thing in the morning."
'Why not tonight?"
"Your presence is requested at dinner."
Lily had changed with mechanical motions when the door opened, revealing her cousin. Bellatrix entered, eyes lidded, indicating to Lily that she had been drinking.
"Bellatrix," Lily greeted.
"We don't have much time," she answered, moving towards Lily's vanity. "You need to change from that frock."
"Your mother told me to wear it," Lily protested. Bellatrix rolled her eyes.
"My mother wants to see you married off," she snapped. "A sitting oven for the next generation."
Lily gaped as her as Bellatrix moved to her closet, rifling through.
"They took my sister," Bellatrix said with a frown, throwing dress after dress out to the ground. "They took your sister too. Did you know Petunia's miscarried twice already?"
"What?" Lily said in shock. Bellatrix nodded grimly before glancing at Lily's torso.
"Cissy's pregnant," she said in a low voice. "But it won't keep."
"What do you mean— what happened to Pet?"
"We're barren," Bellatrix laughed. "I lost two babies before I told Rodolphus enough. But he insisted— the family line has to continue. So I hexed my own womb and now-"
"Did you hex my sister?" Lily demanded angrily.
Bellatrix blinked at her, shock in her eyes.
"Of course not," she said in a hurt voice. "Whatever dismal scrape of fertility Cissy and Petunia have is their only saving grace. But if they don't bear heirs soon, well… Let's just say that their husbands won't be so doting anymore."
Lily's eyes squeezed shut as Bellatrix came over, pressing a set of robes into her hands.
"Change into this," she ordered. "And take that awful gunk off your face— I won't let it happen to you too."
She changed quickly, wrenching the black robes that Bellatrix had bought her two years ago. They were too tight, constricting Lily's chest as she took a deep breath.
"No one can make me marry," Lily said. "I'm of age."
Bellatrix's crazed look changed into a sorrowful one.
"I thought the same thing," she sighed. "I was days from graduating when father shackled me to Rodolphus."
"How will me changing do anything?"
"Because, the Dark Lord will see you as an asset, not another keeper of the next generation."
She entered the giant formal dining room with Bellatrix. Lily felt gazes on them, the first course already being served.
"So glad you could finally join us Bella."
Lily fought the urge to shake at that cold voice. She looked up, seeing an unfamiliar man with the palest skin she'd ever seen. His features were waxy, perhaps handsome in another lifetime but there was something wrong to his dark black eyes.
"Apologizes my lord," Bellatrix replied smoothly. "I was retrieving my cousin."
"Bring her here."
Lily stumbled, hearing snickers coming from the direction of where Sirius sat and shot him a glare as she followed Bellatrix to the front of the table. Voldemort studied her, eyes sweeping her form before a smile twisted his features.
"Such a fascinating bloodline," he noted. "Cygnus tells me your father's line was filled with spell makers."
Lily bobbled her head, swallowing.
"My grandfather made the vanishing spell," she answered.
"Show me."
Lily looked at Bellatrix with a confusion.
"I'm not of age," she said through gritted teeth. The room was silent before Voldemort laughed.
"When I rule that muggle-loving law will be abolished," he said. "You're in a room surrounded by of-age wizards; show me your magic."
She nodded shakily before taking her wand from her pocket. Lily lifted it, turning to the table.
"Evanesco," she exclaimed, watching as the blue light shot from her wand. It splintered into multiple branches hitting the dishes of soup in front of Lucius Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy and George Goyle. Lily waited, watching as the bowls cracked, disappearing and leaving soup on the table. She flushed, watching the table cloth turn brown and Sirius laughing a few seats down.
"It seems the gene skipped me," Lily said blandly. The Dark Lord was regarding the table with interest.
"How did you manipulate the spell to hit multiple targets?"
Lily blinked at him before looking back at the bowls.
"I'm not too sure," she answered honestly. "It must have been a mistake."
He nodded, looking distractedly at the soup stains before waving his hand, effectively dismissing her. She turned, walking to the empty seats at the end of the table and knew she had to get her mother away from that cold, cold man.
By the next afternoon, she'd found herself on the cold stretch of beach behind the Everett Beach House near St. Ives. Other magical families had beach cottages and estates along this stretch of beach, it being a favored spot for wizards for centuries. Many of those houses were old and dilapidated but but her father had built this house for her mother after they'd been married.
Lily was dressed for a run, stretching as she surveyed the water. Her mother and grandmother were overseeing the elves clear up the dusty, sheet-covered rooms of the house, leaving her to wander the grounds of her childhood home. She felt a distant ache in her chest before sighing and taking off. She'd run pretty consistently, even while at school, thanks to the drills Michael kept their team through. As Lily ran, she lost track of time, eyes focused in front of her. Nearly two hours later, her run had stilled into a walk and she found herself on a stretch of the beach she'd never been on before. The sun was setting behind her, twilight erupting overhead when she heard a furious roar.
Lily's blood thrummed with fear as her hands turned clammy and she looked around, seeing a too-familiar beast prowling in the distance. It was a manticore, racing at her. She grasped her pockets for her wand, too late realizing she'd left it back at home. The manticore stopped before her, Lily too scared to wonder how it'd gotten to the coastal area of St. Ives.
She tried to back up, feeling the water licking at her heels but the manticore prowled closer, snapping its wet-covered maw.
"Easy there," she said, raising her hands. But this provoked it, the manticore leaping as she turned. She stumbled in the icy waters, immediately pinned down as it overtook her. Lily thrashed against it, fear filling her whole, as she screamed.
"Ridikulous!"
The beast was thrown back from her and she gasped, saltwater filling her mouth. Lily turned over, shaking in the shallow waters as she watched the manticore change before her eyes into the form of a muggle man holding out a gun.
She struggled up, seeing James Potter facing the man with a grim expression.
"Ridikulous!"
His spell hit the man, sending it flying back into the distance. James turned to her, a shocked expression on his face.
" Now, how on earth did such a lovely treasure wash up on my cottage's shore?" he asked, moving closer. But he froze, noticing her skin turning blue and tear-covered face. He helped her up from the water. She was shaking and didn't notice the sobs wrenching from her throat.
" It was just a boggart Lily," he said, pulling her into his arms. Lily couldn't help it as she buried her face into his chest, heaving a hard sob. "I've got you."
She couldn't move, her legs weak. Lily was shaking with chills and James lifted her into his arms, carrying her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.
"How are you here?" she asked, voice hoarse from her screaming.
"I've been at the Potter beach cottage all break," he answered. "It's only up this sandbank. The healers thought the fresh air would be good for my mother."
Lily nodded, continuing to clutch him as he brought her inside a house. He kept her down and she looked around disoriented.
"I didn't know your family had a house out here."
"I've only been here once before," James replied, moving towards the fire in the room. He began to ignite it and Lily looked at her clothing, seeing that they were soaked and sand-covered. "When I was a kid."
He turned to her, brows knitting together at the sight of her.
"My dad was killed by one," she blurted.
"A manticore?"
Lily nodded, holding her torso with her arms.
"We'd stumbled onto a nest of them," she whispered. "He accidentally provoked the mother and it.. it-"
She was crying again, James coming in front of her as she roughly brushed her tears back.
" Why is there a boggart on your property?"
" Oh that's just Henry," James said with a smirk. " Keeps intruders out when no one's around."
"You named your boggart," Lily repeated. James shrugged.
"It's just me, Henry, an elf and my mum out here."
"Where is she?"
He looked towards the distance with a frown.
"At a board meeting for St. Mungos," James sighed. "She should have stepped down but insisted on continuing. She's staying at the townhouse in London tonight."
Lily recalled that Euphemia had been one of the first women to serve as a healer at St. Mungos and nodded. James looked back at her.
"Why are you in St. Ives?"
"Voldemort has decided to take up residence in Somerset house," Lily replied. "I brought my mum and grandmother out here."
"I can send an owl to your house," he said. "You should shower— you're covered in sand and seaweed."
Lily felt him reach into her hair, cringing at the dark and smelly plant he'd plucked out. She'd taken him up on the offer, finding herself in James's shower, cleaning the salt from her hair. She stared at the water, circling out of the shower.
James hadn't known about Voldemort taking up in Somerset, nor had he been there himself. He'd truly managed to leave. After wrapping herself in a towel, Lily came out, only to find James leaning against a desk in the room attached to the bathroom. He looked up at her, eyes flashing darkly.
As he opened his mouth, Lily walked up to him, stopping directly in front of James. The sun had set, with only silver moonlight coloring James's face as she leaned up, circling her arms around his neck.
"Make me forget," she said, feeling the towel loosen around her chest. James swallowed, pure hunger in his gaze.
"Lily don-"
"Why not?" she demanded. He looked away, hands coming to hold her towel up. She flushed heavily. "Why don't you want me?"
She felt heavy embarrassment color her cheeks as James stared at her. She knew he'd slept around, perhaps not as much as her cousin from the rumors, but knew from overhearing conversations in passing that James had been with other girls at Hogwarts. So why not her?
"I want you," he said slowly. "I want you more than anything. I've wanted you since I was a kid for Merlin's sake."
She gaped at him.
"Not like this," he clarified, hands holding her sides. "Back then, I mostly wanted to tug those insufferable braids you'd wear to charms school."
Lily felt a giggle escape her lips and James smiled.
"But Merlin knows that I've wanted you for so long," he continued. "Ever since you confronted us last winter. Ever since I noticed that you'd become this."
He squeezed her hips, finally tugging the towel down and watching as it fell from her body.
"I want you, Lily," he repeated. "I want all of you."
"James," she said, voice barely a rasp. "Please."
That sent him over the edge and James caught her lips between his own. He met her with fervor, demandingly opening her lips with a nip of his teeth. Lily leaned up, gasping as James lifted her legs, bringing them around his waist and carrying her towards the bed.
"I'm naked," she started. "And you're fully clothed."
He chuckled from above her as Lily tugged at his button-down, pulling it from his pants. She brought her hands under, running them over James's abdomen as he hummed in pleasure.
"So impatient," James teased, allowing her to wrench his shirt off. She stared at him, the forming muscles and the tight V at his hips but also the dark scars coating him.
"Where ar-"
"Don't worry about it," James answered, lowering himself onto her and kissing his way to her breasts. Lily's hands caught in his hair, tugging at it as he massaged her breasts, bringing his mouth to kiss the space between them.
"All of you," James repeated. "I want all of you."
She shook under him as his hand crept lower to her core. Lily's hips arched up as James nipped at her nipple, finally bringing his hand to her folds. She gasped, drawing his attention up as he kissed her deeply.
Lily's hands moved to his pants, making quick use of them as she brought them down and James fully removed them. She tugged his boxers off, bringing her hand around him. James laughed against her lips and Lily broke the kiss.
"It's nothing," he said, brushing a lock of her hair back. "You smell like me."
"I had to use your shampoo," she replied, defensively.
"It's like kissing myself," James continued, causing Lily to swat at his arm.
"Could you stop be narcissi-" she began, before James suddenly brought two fingers inside her. She melted against him and James smiled against her lips, meeting them again. He continued to pump his fingers, all while moving lower down her body with his lips. Lily yelped as he nipped at her stomach playfully and squirmed against his body.
"Oh James," she moaned, when he finally brought his mouth to her core. Her hips arched up into him as he licked at her, over and over. She could feel her legs shake as he settled there, hands coming up to her breasts. His name broke from her lips over and over. She felt herself rising, climaxing finally as James continued to lap at her.
"Please," she begged. "Please kiss me."
He looked up at her with a wicked smile before kissing her clit and running his tongue over it.
"You never said where," James taunted, rising to finally kiss her lips. She was flushed, hands coming down to remove his boxers.
"I want this," she gasped. "Please."
James's eyes flashed.
"Lily I can't do that to you," he sighed. She shook her head, bringing her hips up and wrapping one leg around his hips. As her wet folds brushed his head, James cursed, forcing her hips back down with his hand. "Lily!"
"I want this," she repeated. "I want you— all of you."
He swallowed and she smiled as his self-control began to break away. Lily kissed him gently, again and again as James cursed again.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she breathed, bringing her hands to his chest. "I want you."
He nodded, reaching for his wand and muttering a contraceptive spell before bracing himself on his elbows.
"Ready?"
Lily nodded and James brought one hand to her face, brushing his thumb over her cheek as he leaned forward to kiss her and began to enter her. Lily brought her hips up and James held one tightly, slowly moving in, inch by inch. Light pain hit her and she gasped, James capturing her lips again.
"Does it hurt?"
"No,' she insisted. "Keep going."
He nodded, kissing her again as he filled her. Lily arched into him and James pulled back before pumping into her.
"James," she moaned against his lips as he continued. He was moving lithely and Lily's fingers scraped down his back as she cried out, feeling a second climax coming. James brought a hand between them and she screamed his name as he coaxed her clit again and again.
"Lily," he groaned, deep sounds coming from him. She clutched him.
"Don't stop," she begged, so close. He slammed into her again, Lily pulsating around him as she came. She cried out his name, before collapsing under him as James soon followed her. He caught himself from collapsing on top of her and Lily felt him kiss her again.
"I want all of you," he repeated one last time.
And at that moment she believed him.
R&R- Rin