AN: disclaimer: don't own the world of Harry Potter's family! Apologies to those who liked Annemarie if you read my last James story but she didn't work for me and I needed to invent someone new for James so here she is! Please enjoy and review!!
Chapter 2
"Oh James, you look thin get some of this down you," his Grandmother shrieked when she clapped eyes on him as he walked through the kitchen door. She was stirring a pot of broth in a cauldron over the fire and within seconds there was a bowl of the steaming stew in front of him and a ladle sized spoon with which to eat it.
"Thanks Gran," he chuckled looking down at the delicious home cooked food, another thing he missed when he was out on a mission, standard issue tinned meat and two vegetable meals did not stand up to his grandmother's food which was always wholesome and tasty. The rations did the job at fighting hunger pangs but in the taste department they consistently scored zero.
"Harry can I get you some too?" she went on turning to his father who had followed him through the kitchen doorway.
"That would be splendid Molly, thank you," he replied clambering onto the bench beside his son and accepting a second bowl offered to him by Molly's wand.
"They really don't give you enough food out there you know," Molly said to James as she walked to a chopping block and began to slice a doorstep wedge sized piece of bread to go with the meal. "You were always the same Harry when you came back after a mission, skinny as a rake and peeky as a ghost. How they expect you to function properly is beyond me, you must get weaker as the days pass!"
"Maybe you should offer your services Gran," James replied munching on a bit of bread soaked in gravy, "this is delicious!" She smiled at him affectionately before returning to stir the pot over the fire and James began a discussion with his father about the mission. Generally it was standard practise not to discuss any assignments out of the office but Harry still visited in an advisory capacity and as he had defeated the darkest known wizard to ever live when he was seventeen the rules about secrecy had been relaxed around him.
"Just be careful son," Harry said to him after he had shared the little information they had about his latest assignment. They were following up a murder investigation but as the killing curse had been used there was very little they could find to try and identify who might have been involved. Harry sighed and thought back on his own days as an auror, he had been chasing around the world trying to catch the death eaters who had escaped after the final battle, it had been dangerous and exciting but the job was so different now. Fortunately there had not been many uprisings from dark wizards over the last couple of decades but he knew his son was desperate to be out on a mission like his father had faced even though Harry secretly hoped he would never have to face one.
James nodded his head in response before standing up and taking his bowl to the sink, he set it washing itself with his wand before turning back to thank his Grandmother one more time, "We'd better get back and see Mum," he said to Harry, "I'll be here for dinner on Thursday night Gran but I'll be leaving a bit early if you don't mind."
"Oh yes?" his father asked, "Anyone we know?"
"Just...just a couple of old friends I wanted to catch up with down at the Cauldron," he lied looking out of the window to try and hide it. "I'm off until Friday," he went on to explain changing the subject quickly and hoping it would not be diverted back by his father. Living alone now that his best friend was married did make conducting a secret affair easy but there were still times when it was difficult to explain his absence and this was another thing which made him want to bring it out into the open.
As they flooed from the Burrow back to Grimmauld place, the main reason why they had visited in the first place, James thought about his secret girl. He had missed her a lot when he had been out on the mission , more than he imagined he would have, she was a special girl and he knew he was developing feelings for her. He did not think it was love but he felt an overwhelming urge to be with her and had spent many nights in the tent thinking about her and wondering what she was doing, feeling slightly jealous when he remembered that he had told her to see other people. They had been seeing each other in secret for almost two months when he left and while he was attracted to her and enjoyed her company he had been reluctant to admit that he might want anything more. James did not want a girl attaching herself to him and had given her free rein to go and see other people but within a few days he had realised that he missed her and had found himself wondering if she had taken his word while secretly hoping that she hadn't. If she had he knew he could not blame her, he was a bit of a mess for the first time when it came to women and knew that really it wasn't fair on the girl. He had not been presumptuous enough to just turn up on her doorstep after his return but had been hopeful that she might receive him after sending an owl. The hurriedly scribbled note which had come quickly in reply had lifted his heart a little, not because he wanted sex but because he wanted company, her company.
"James," said a voice when he appeared in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place and his train of thoughts was abandoned as he was enclosed in his mother's tight grip for the next few minutes.
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"Manage to get away okay?" she asked when he appeared in the grate with a smile on his face on Thursday night, he was happy to see her and knew this was more confirmation that his feelings were becoming deeper.
"With a little teasing from Dominique," he sighed "but they all think I'm at the Cauldron."
"Meeting another woman?" she asked cockily.
"Probably," he replied walking over to her chair and sitting on the arm of it, she was wearing a silky dressing gown and he could tell she was naked underneath it but he hadn't just come for sex, he had come to see her.
"Shall we?" she asked indicating the bedroom door.
"Not yet," he replied smiling, "I keep trying to tell you I'm not just here to shag you."
"No?" she said smiling widely and sliding her fingers to the belt of her gown.
"No," he said vehemently moving her hand away and pulling the knot a little tighter, "come and sit with me," he whispered holding out his hand and she took it in her own letting him pull her to her feet and together they walked to the heavy rug in front of the fire from which he had just appeared. He lay down on it with his back against another chair leg before patting the ground for her to join him, she sat down and he pulled her against his chest reaching both arms around her and resting his hands on her slender waist. She put her head back against his shoulder and he pushed her long, dark , wavy hair out of the way with his nose so he could rest his chin on her shoulder, "Tell me about your day," he whispered gently stroking her waist and they entered into an easy conversation about what they had been doing. She went on to tell him about the last six weeks while he had been away but of course James was unable share any of his news and after an hour he began to nibble her neck gently listening to her soft moans.
She sat up and turned around to face him starting to slowly unbutton the thin linen shirt that he wore, he watched her face as she did it and made a soft growling sound as she touched his chest with her fingernails. Pushing the shirt over his shoulder blades she leaned forwards and started to kiss him, it was gentle but passionate and though they had never really shared a sensuous first kiss ever other kiss with her was exciting and meaningful. She straddled him with her knees on the floor and lifted his hands to the knot on her dressing gown, when it was unfastened the gown fell away to reveal her sleek, soft body. She had large breasts which he cupped in his hands and massaged gently to the sounds of her moans occasionally sliding a thumb over the end of the nipples and feeling her keel to him. He lifted the dark blue robe away and discarded it by the fire, "Have you closed the floo?" he whispered not wanting to be disturbed and she nodded back at him. His hands slid along the rest of her body and came to rest on her hips as he sought out her soft full lips again and started to kiss them, for her the more he kissed her the deeper she fell for him and the more she had to chide herself for doing it.
She stopped and gasped as she felt her body suddenly rising by itself into the air and when her eyes opened she saw that James had directed his wand at her and was hovering her above him in the air, she could feel a soft breezy sensation beneath her upon which she seemed to be floating and she watched as he hurriedly removed his trousers and revealed himself to her. While placing her hands on his shoulders she marvelled at his sensuous magic and gazed into his eyes as he used his wand to lower and guide her onto him slowly and by placing his hands on her bottom he pulled her close to him so he was thrust as deep as he could be inside of her. She flung her head back and groaned as he moved her back and forth listening to his simultaneous moans and she wrapped her arms around his head pulling it close to her body so it was between her breasts. They moved together slowly for a while until their passions were heightened and they needed a release at which point their speed increased and James let out a loud cry as he released himself and listened to her moans deepen as he hoped she had reached her own climax. For a few moments they stayed in their position, he deeply lost in her breasts and she with her face looking to the ceiling both breathing deeply and raggedly feeling the blood pumping wildly through their veins.
"James," she eventually whispered knowing that the more she was with him the more she wanted him. He uttered her name in reply using a sensuous tone which she tried not to read into, this relationship of sorts had come out of the blue and she knew it could disappear just as quickly. After a while they looked at each other again and then she moved her body to the rug beside him and he curled up around her in their favourite sleeping positions. "Are you staying?" she asked eventually as he stroked hair back from her face and blew soft breaths in her ear.
"Yes," he replied surprising her a little, "unless you want me to go?" Before his mission he had usually left, not immediately after sex, but he had rarely spent the whole night with her and she had always followed his example when visiting him reluctantly leaving while always hiding her slight disappointment. However tonight he found that he didn't want to leave like he usually did and when she asked him his heart had leapt a little.
"No, you can always stay," she responded remembering how good it felt to wake up beside him the previous morning, and how good it was to start the day with a shag from the virile James Sirius Potter. He started to kiss her neck softly then and she felt herself melting to him again., she had always imagined him to have been a man who wanted his own needs satisfying and cared little for anyone else's but he had surprised her with his gentle touch and sensuous kisses which had only increased her want for him. They fell asleep in front of the fire and woke in the early hours of the morning when the candles had all burned out, just the glow from the fire lit the room and she moaned groggily as she turned to face a fully woken James who had been watching her sleeping peacefully.
"You look pretty when you sleep," he whispered, "why did I never notice how pretty you were before?" she smiled back at him and reached out to touch his face.
"Maybe you never looked," she replied.
"I should have," he went on leaning down to kiss her before folding her up in his arms again so they could sleep cuddled up, she had her face against his chest breathing in the musky smell again and he rested the top of his chin on her head. He was definitely falling for this woman in some way whether he wanted to or not and he just hoped that if he ever gave his heart to her she would not destroy it like Annemarie had done.
