Years after, second chapter. This one is James head going down the horny teenage boy rabbit hole. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Song by Florence and the Machine. Characters by J.K. Howling
Howl
"The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground"
He would hunt her up and down, trough corridors, by the lake, in the fucking dungeons... Hunting down red hair and green angry eyes.
"Evans"
Lily
Every time she grunted, hissed or shouted his name it stirred something inside him, if only she knew... If she would give him just a taste, of that fast mouth of hers, of the freckled skin he could see her hiding under all that fabric. Was it so much to ask? He was pinning for her for years.
Lily
"My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"
Imagine what she tastes like. He knows what she smells like. Fresh from a bath, sitting by the hearth in common room, sweaty and warm from running to her next lesson, straight into his chest. It made his mouth water. It made him want to rip her scarf and run his tongue up her neck, just a taste...
Just a grinding hip, a curious hand a breathy cry against his cheek.
She made him fucking hard.
She made him fucking mad.
"The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest"
Every time she opened her mouth to give a correct answer, every time she was praised for being such a good little girl, so precious. She could be his good little girl. Merlin knew, he wouldn't mind being her good little boy. He would very much enjoy it. Very much...
The whole thing was making him sick. With the other girls it was so easy, they would talk, laugh, shag, have a good time together.
But Evans
Evans
"A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free"
Evans wouldn't, Evans couldn't spare him a glance if he didn't earn it by hexing her grease pet, but when she did, oh boy. Her eyes would burn, her face flushed, voice loud and indignant. Yes Lily, look at me, I can make you flush prettily too. Just give me the chance. I'll gobble you up, swallow you whole. The muggles had a story for that, red something and the wolf. He knew a girl that was very much red and he was certainly hungry.
Padfoot was the dog but she left his teeth dripping.
Starving. Craving.
Longing.
Oh Lily, don't make me whimper for you. I would. I am.
But just come here, just a little bit closer.
If you could only see, the beast you made of me...