A/N: Well bugger me I updated! Sorry it's been so long, but Uni is hectic, sometimes I feel like I barely have time to breathe!

I hope it was worth the wait.

As mentioned at the end of that last chapter this is definitely M rated, so if you're not supposed to be reading this…. Don't!

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She had barely closed the door behind her when she was shoved violently back against it as James forced his tongue inside her mouth. It shocked her, but she responded with a ferocity that matched his, desperately wanting his mouth and hands on her. She loved every moment of it, taking a perverse pleasure in the fact that he seemed to need her so much.

They hadn't so much as been in the same room for days so she hadn't had too much trouble acting normally around her friends and Jacob, but that didn't mean she had been able to forget him and the way his kisses made her feel. In fact the passion she felt exuding from him when he touched her had resulted in her being able to think of noting else, but what it had felt like to be with him.

She had heard through the rumour mill that he was good at this sort of thing. How could he not be? Why else would so many girls follow him? How else would he manage to crush girls' hearts and still have them pine after him? But regardless of all that she had truly underestimated how good he could make a person feel. Even she, the one who proclaimed to be immune to his charm, was relishing in the way he made her feel.

He pulled away from her with darkened eyes. "I hate him touching you," he said, anger still lacing his voice, "and I'm sorry about this, but I've got to be the last one to touch you." he continued as he roughly started to unbutton the shirt she was wearing.

Normally possessiveness such as this angered her, well it had angered her when past when boyfriends had done it, but when he did it, it only made her stomach flutter and an intense feeling of desire race through her.

"James," she tried weakly her heart rate increase rapidly. "We've got to stop this! It's awful of us to do this… we've got to stop, it's only physical-- think about it, we were just arguing with each other."

"I know," he grunted, "but as I've said before, I just can't seem to help myself when it comes to you." Then, ignoring the rest of her feeble protests, he became impatient with her shirt and just ripped the last few stubborn buttons off, exposing a fair amount of milky skin and an enticing view of the white lace bra she was wearing.

He paused a moment in his rough exploration to groan at the sight. He reached out and in complete contrast to a moment before he gently placed his hands on her collar bone, slipped his fingers underneath the material of her shirt and slowly started to push the fabric off of her shoulders. He watched the movement of the garment as it slid down her arms, off her body, and on to the floor.

Then before she knew what was happening he was kissing her like he couldn't breathe without her and she gave in willingly, his desperation to have her finally seeming to rubbing off on her.

She realised with a tingle of worry and shock, that despite her earlier protests, she really did want this, but the nervousness was quickly squashed with passion and the insane need to have his skin on hers. So she began to take off his shirt with just the same amount of impatience and fervour as he had had when taking off hers. When his bear chest was revealed she groaned a little to herself, he was magnificent and so toned it made her want to drool.

He momentarily dropped his arms from where they had been tightly wrapped around her, to allow his shirt to drop to the floor, but instead of going straight back to her lips, like she had expected and wanted, he slowly dragged his finger tips down the length of her arms. He gently grasped her wrists, raising them above her head and pinning them to the door he had pushed her against. He stood back and he held her in place with one hand while the other ran down the length of her body gently brushing her almost totally exposed breasts and finally coming to rest cupping her arse.

Then suddenly he pulled her hips roughly into his, the abrupt skin to skin contact and the feel of his erection pressed against her stomach caused shock waves to run through both of them. He let his other hand join the first so that both of them were cupping her arse, then with a move that to an outside observer would have seemed choreographed he lifted her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

This was not a new move for either of them, each having experienced it with other people, but this unexpected and delicious action coming from Lily Evans was the sexiest thing James had ever experienced a girl do. It seemed to cause something to snap inside him, so much so it seemed as if she had completely broken his control.

Demonstrating strength she didn't know he had, and causing her to feel more than a little turned on. He managed to adjust her so he was only holding her up with one arm before shoving her bra up just enough to uncover her breasts. He leant forward and roughly pulled one of her exposed nipples into his mouth, and suckled roughly at the tight peek for a moment, feeling like he needed to leave his mark on her; to own her in some way, his actions causing her to whimper.

Hearing the noise he suddenly spun them around and away from the door that they had been pushed against, and sat her on top of a nearby desk.

He took a moment to step back and admire her in her dishevelled state. He had never seen anything quite as sexy as her sitting there with mussed hair, red- almost bruised lips, her soft flat stomach and pert breast exposed, her skirt up around her thighs revealing a tantalizing view of her knickers. His eyes ran over her hungrily drinking in the sight.

Noticing the look in his eyes and taking pleasure in it she reached out and grabbed the waist band of his trousers and pulled him back to her.

He grunted as their bodies made contact in all the right places, abstractly noticing how perfectly they measured up to each other, but the thought quickly flew out of his mind and became unimportant as she roughly pushed her hot and plaint mouth against his reminding him there were more pressing matters to concentrate on.

He ran his hand down the outside of her soft smooth leg until he reached her knee, before his hand changed directions and he ran it up the inside of her thigh and under skirt, she inhaled shocked yet disturbingly pleased by his bold move.

She lost all ability to feel anything, but gratification when he pushed the crotch of her already soaking knickers aside and slowly pushed two fingers inside her tight vagina. She made a strangled noise at the intrusion a mixture of shock and pleasure. His thumb gently passed over her clitoris making her muscles tense momentarily. He repeated the action a few times as his lips went to her neck nipping at the skin there. Her eyes soon fluttered close as she basked in the way he was making her feel.

When he withdrew his fingers her eyes snapped open again and she was about to protests, but stop short as she became enthralled by his actions, she watched him as he slide his fingers into his mouth sucking them clean of her moisture. White hot heat shot through her as he closed his eyes savouring her taste.

His eyes flickered open and looked directly into her own and she found she could only watch him transfixed, as he bent down in front of her and shoved her skirt up over her hips.

He took a deep breath relishing the scent of her, wanting to devour her. He showed a moment of tenderness as he kissed her hip reverently, before he roughly pulled her knickers off and discarded them with out a second thought, she was a little miffed as she distinctly hear the sound of tearing fabric but other that that there was barely a second for her to realize what he had done, for her to feel the cool air kiss her hot flesh before his mouth was on her. He started slowly laving at her, and at first she loved it, but soon it wasn't enough-- she wanted and needed him to go faster, he was torturing her, and she had a sneaking suspicion he knew it and was doing it on purpose.

When she finally started to wriggle a little, desperate to get the friction her body needed he seemed to decide he had frustrated her enough and quickly picked up his pace. He spread her folds and shoved his tongue inside her hot centre. She cried out starting to get close, sensing this he moved his mouth back to her clitoris where he started to suck at her, and after a moment he used his fingers to enter her. Her muscles started to tense rhythmically before he felt her entire body tense and squeeze around fingers as she screamed out her climax.

As she was coming down from her orgasm he held his breath a moment unable to comprehend what had happened; unable to believe she had actually allowed him to touch her like that. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse he stood back up and kissed her allowing her to taste herself on his lips.

He knew they shouldn't have gone that far, but he couldn't help himself she was intoxicating, and he was addicted. He couldn't get enough and he didn't think he ever would. He assumed that his desperation stemmed from the fact he couldn't believe she was allowing him to touch her at all. He kept expecting her to push him away, call him a wanker, and never talk to him again and that thought left him feeling terrified. That would mean having to go back to the way it was outside this room, where these glorious moments where she finally conceded to kiss him back didn't exist, where they both pretended the other wasn't important

Apparently knowing what he was thinking and inexplicably fearing the same thing she pulled him so close to her he was certain she wouldn't be able to breath before pushing her tongue into his mouth, trying to reach every crevice.

He pulled away after a moment starting to nuzzle her neck saying: "It makes me feel sick seeing him with you knowing that you want me too, it makes me sick what we've done and then going back to Kim-- knowing that the taste of you is still on my lips."

That seemed to bring her out of her passion filled haze and she pushed him away, Lily's eyes met his with the stark realisation that things between them were progressing at a frightening rate. …this wasn't just kissing anymore.

Instead of voicing her thoughts she forced a totally unconcerned look onto her face, "Well that's not really my problem is it Potter. Just physical, remember? This has meant nothing to me and therefore has made no impact on my relationship with my boyfriend."

He had been smiling, but it froze when he realised what she had said.

He gave her a hurt and furious look. "Go back to your boyfriend Evans," he commanded, roughly grabbing his shirt, throwing hers back at her and left, slamming the door behind him as he went.

As he left to find his friends and Kim he started to feel sick… he could still smell her on him.

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AN:

Thankyou to the Beta, especially seeing as she pointed out how long it had been since I last updated.

I'm sorry again about the wait but I'm afraid I have to warn you, it may happen again. I love writing my stories but I really just don't have the time at the moment.

But before you begin to hate me, I would just like to say I will try to update regularly.

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