Chapter 6

She allowed him to lead her into the bedroom and he closed the door behind them before pushing her carefully against it with his body and staring into her deep blue eyes, "I'm glad you're back," she breathed leaning into him and enjoying finally being able to be close to him. She had missed him terribly over the last two months and the only thing which kept her going was the knowledge that he was probably even more depressed than she was due to the nature of his assignment, "I missed you." She would never usually have made so bold a statement to him before he had said it first but the words had left her mouth before she had time to think about them and she held her breath once they had been released.

He smiled at her widely and she let out the breath as he replied, "I missed you too," and leaned down towards her; he did not kiss her though instead he put his arms around her body and pulled her into a tight hug. "I really missed you and...and you waited for me," he added releasing her from the tight grip but still holding her firmly in one arm while the other rested back on the door.

"I told you I would," she whispered breathlessly; she wanted him to kiss her but dared not reach out to initiate it unless he was ready.

"I know but it was so awful in that place and all I ever thought was that you would find someone else, someone more willing to make a...a proper commitment, one out in the open."

"James, I keep telling you I am ready when you are; and if you're not then..." she let the thought slide away desperately hoping that it might never come to that. He kept on just looking at her and she started to feel a little strange; his eyes were gazing into hers as if he was mesmerised and it seemed he wanted to say something but he couldn't quite find the words, "Is everything alright?" she asked a little fearfully.

"Yes," he breathed leaning closer to her mouth with his own, "I just...I just keep thinking about...about the last time we kissed." Her breath caught in her throat as she immediately remembered it too and she nervously bit her bottom lip; she had never been nervous around James before, why was she suddenly feeling that way now? "It was so different...so magical and...I want it to be the same again," he finished cupping her face with the hand which was not holding her waist and ever so slowly moving his lips down to hers; she parted them slightly hoping herself to be lost in the same connection as before.

They locked together slowly, barely touching at first, but he felt that tingle, that different feeling again and in response to it he pushed his head against hers and deepened the kiss; his tongue gently probed her mouth hoping she would accept it; and she did. They stayed locked in the position for a few moments and her hands slid around his back to hold him tight and close to her body, the same body which he pressed against the bedroom door as he became more vigorous and passionate with her. The kiss was everything it had been before and more; it was sensual and exciting and it showed him, and hopefully her, that he was falling deeper and deeper for this girl and though he may not be ready to make a public commitment to her yet he was ready to make a commitment of some kind.

A chorus of Happy birthday from the room below reminded the pair where they were and they reluctantly broke apart panting slightly, not from desire as they usually were, but from the breathtaking kiss they had just shared. His hands were still around her and she had to lean against him to steady herself, "Was...was it the same?" she whispered.

"No," he breathed and she tried to hide the dismay from her eyes, "it was better," he smiled while gradually leaning down to kiss her again and she smiled back as he did so opening her mouth just enough to accept one more longing sensuous kiss. Her hands reached round to the front of his shirt and she slid them up his taught chest feeling him lean closer to her at the touch; he moaned softly before echoing the movement up the back of her t shirt and softly stroking her bare skin. They pulled apart again and he stared into her eyes, "Oh -" he was about to say her name but she cut him off with a finger against his lip when she heard a creak on the landing outside.

"Shhh," she whispered and he pulled her close as he held his breath.

"James?" a voice called knocking on the door and he groaned inwardly before gently pushing her behind it and opening it a crack, "Oh there you are," his Uncle Ron said, "your Mum sent me to look for you; we thought we'd lost you!"

"I just needed a..." a sexy kiss with a gorgeous girl he thought to himself but added, "a minute to myself."

"Got ya," he nodded realising that a party probably wasn't the best way to start his leave after two months in Azkaban, he remembered all too well his own experiences with dementors many years ago, "too many people around?"

"Yeah," he replied, "I'll be back down in a...while," he finished.

"Okay," he said, "I'll let your Mum know you're still here, you know she worries!"

"Thanks," James replied watching as his Uncle turned around and headed back to the stairwell before closing the door and reaching out to her again. "Sorry about that, " he whispered to her as his arms slid round her back, "maybe we should get out of here, meet me at the flat?" he asked leaning in for another kiss and when they parted this time she nodded her head. "I'll wait until you've gone and then excuse myself; just floo straight in and wait for me," he continued opening the door and checking that no one was around. "You go first," he said holding the door open for her; as she passed by him he tapped her bottom lightly and she smiled cheekily before skipping down the stairs and disappearing into the living room glancing back at him briefly and flashing him an enormous smile.

By the time he got into the room she was saying goodbye to his cousins and after thanking Albus for the invite she bid goodnight to his parents; adding a brief, "Goodnight James," as she passed by him she headed down to the kitchen where the floo network had been opened up for the evening. Suppressing the urge to sing and dance because he had told her to go to his house ahead of him, she jumped into the fireplace and whirled out in an explosion of green flames; then she waited, somewhat nervously, in James Potter's flat for him to arrive.

After watching her leave the room James sought out his brother who was stood with their parents and explained that he was tired and wanted to get back home to relax. They nodded their understanding after seeing the gaunt look still haunting his face; they were all well aware that encounters with dementors were horrendous and accepted the fact that he needed a bit of time to recover. "Look after yourself," Ginny said, "and be at Grandma's tomorrow for dinner okay?" she said firmly adamant that she would get him moving around and visiting people, "Three o clock." He nodded his head and turned to leave saying a brief goodbye to Rose and Salamander before heading down to the kitchen to floo back home and enjoy a night filled with the wonderful girl he had just recreated a magical kiss with. He was not desperate to shag her, he just wanted to be around her, but if it led to something else then he would thoroughly enjoy that too!

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Stepping put of the fireplace in his quiet and seemingly empty flat James stopped and looked around; it was dark and he couldn't sense anyone there; his heart plummeted; had she not taken his word and come to the flat? He felt disappointed as he walked towards the bedroom to check that she wasn't in there; the room was equally dark and empty and he sighed a little as he turned around and walked back across the living room, "Hello?" he started to call, "H-" but he was cut off swiftly as he heard movement behind him and her soft gentle fingers suddenly covered his eyes.

"Hello James," she whispered in his ear making him shudder.

"I thought you weren't here," he whispered back turning on the spot as her hands fell from his face and putting his own hands on her slender waist. She was wearing very little, the stilettos she had worn with her jeans and t shirt and a matching lace bra and pants set. He sighed longingly as he gently pushed her away from him moving his hands from her waist and taking hold of her slender fingers so he could drink her in. In the dark of the room he could only make out her silhouette; the curve of her waist, her hips and her breasts, her long dark hair falling in waves and covering them and he gasped at her exquisiteness as she looked coyly away. "You take my breath away," he whispered stepping forward and holding her cheek in his hand; she leaned into it and closed her eyes as he slowly and sensually kissed her lips with his own. Wrapping their arms around each other they gave in to the kiss which made their hearts beat wildly. James pulled her as close to his body as he cold get her and she almost struggled to breathe against the tightness with which he held her but she did not care; all she cared about was that she was there, with him, and they were alone.

As they pulled apart he looked deep into her eyes and lifted her up slowly; she swung her legs around his waist as he walked towards the wall which he pushed her against and they started to kiss again, more urgently this time. It was vigorous and full of desire; the same desire which was fuelling James; the same desire that she could feel pushed between her legs, throbbing and hard. She was instantly aroused and longed to feel him inside of her as she furiously began to unfasten his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders while his hands searched out the clasp to the pink bra that she wore. He moved her around the room as they undressed and it was only when they were both completely naked that he stopped and placed her down on the floor beside the fire before stepping back and gazing down at her. "What's the matter?" she asked curiously seeing the hungry look in his eye through the reflection of the flames in the fire.

"Nothing," he replied in a barely audible voice, "nothing at all."

"Then come down here," she said softly propping herself up on her elbows and staring at him. Picking up his wand from the pocket of his trousers he pointed it at the flames in the grate to close the floo network and ensure they were not disturbed; he wanted to revel in this woman for as long as he could before the outside world came back to find them. "James," she whispered again when all he did was continue to stare at her, "what is it?" But he shook his head at her as he dropped to his knees in the opening she had created with her legs and then he leaned forwards onto his elbows pushing her back down to the floor so they were chest to chest and she could feel him close to where she wanted him to be, "Take me James," she whispered in his ear but he just continued to gaze into her eyes.

He leaned down to give her one more soft kiss before reaching out for his wand again and whispering, "lay still and close your eyes," then he smiled at her to offer reassurance. She followed his command and laid back with her eyes closed; her heart was beating madly and after a moment or two of feeling and sensing nothing she gasped as she felt a sudden, soft blowing sensation. It was like a soft breeze flowing across her naked body and it felt exciting and sensuous. The sensation travelled from her neck through her breasts and down to her navel where she gasped as it blew between her legs intermittently; it felt almost like a touch without fingers but quickened her excitement to be one with James. Out of curiosity she opened her eyes and saw that he had his wand trained on her; the soft blowing was coming from the end of it as he twisted it over and around her body ever so slowly.

"James," she whispered as he concentrated the feeling on the soft flesh between her legs but she could say no more as she felt the heat rise down there. Without even touching her he was sending shivers up and down her spine as she felt her arousal heighten more and more until with one soft cry her body seemed to explode and shudder; she whispered his name again as her eyes closed and she laid in front of the burning flames feeling satisfied and happy. It was a few moments before she could open her eyes and when she did she saw that he was still sat up on his knees gazing down at her; watching her reaction to his wordless spell had been entrancing; he could bring her to ultimate pleasure without even touching her at all and he was amazed at his own ability. Eventually, while gazing up at him with a serene look on her face, she reached out to him with her hands;, discarding the wand he took them in his own and allowed her to pull him down above her resting his weight on his elbows again and resting his own desire where moments before he had brought her to ecstasy.

He kissed her and then realised he was trembling with nervousness; it was a long time since he had been anxious with a woman and knew the only reason he had ever been nervous with one before was because of how deep his feelings were for the woman beneath him. The two of them had slept together many times but they had never made love before and James knew that this time he would be making love to her, for the first time. "Why are you shaking James?" she asked softly feeling him pressed against her but knowing he was making no move to penetrate her.

"Because I've never made love to you before," he whispered.

"What?" she gasped.

"I've never made love to you before," he repeated staring into her eyes and knowing it was the only thing he wanted to do now, the only thing he ever wanted to do with her, "I want to make love to you."

She didn't respond to his statement; she was too stunned to even speak; had James Sirius Potter, serial womaniser and the man who refused to give out his heart, just said he wanted to make love to her? He never took his eyes from hers as he slowly and gently pushed himself into her; she made a short almost soundless gasp as she felt it but continued to stare back at him; for a moment he didn't move allowing them both to feel and know that they were one. Eventually, however, he pulled himself back and with long, slow movements he pushed himself repeatedly deeper and deeper into the amazing and beautiful woman who made soft longing gasps which echoed his own. When he was close he would stop and she would look curiously back at him, "I don't want this to end," he whispered after the third time to end her confusion and she smiled up and kissed him nodding her head in understanding and agreement. She had shagged James Potter countless times before but this was different; it was intense and sensual, something she had never experienced with him before. He never unlocked his gaze from hers and it felt wonderful to know he was looking at her, really seeing her, and she dared to believe that finally he was ready to make something more of their relationship.

He could hold back no longer and with one final deep thrust, which made her cry out in time to his own groan, he exploded and stopped moving; still staring into her eyes he gently brushed her hair back from her face. After a moment of stillness he leaned in to kiss her again and for the first time their eyes closed and the connection was broken. But, when they opened them and saw each other again they both knew that a deeper, unseen and unspoken connection existed, one which had not been there before but one which they both wanted and welcomed.

They stayed locked in their position for a while; neither one wanted to move; neither one wanted to end the spell which seemed to have occurred unknowingly around them but after a few moments more James lifted his body from hers, moving only to her side and instead of curling up around behind her as he usually would he turned her body gently towards him so she rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped both arms around her. His picked up his wand, which he had discarded beside them, and pointed to the cushions and a soft furry throw which were on the sofa; they floated through the air towards them and James dropped the throw on top of them both before putting his hand back on the soft skin of the exquisite woman in his arms.

Neither of them had spoken but they could still feel the magic which had happened between them; she stroked the hair on his chest with her fingernails as he caressed her waist and hips with his own fingertips. The glow from the fire cast the only light in the room as they both began to drift into unconsciousness; she was about to fall asleep when he whispered her name and she answered with a soft, "Hmmm?" She lifted her head slightly so she could look up at his face which he had moved to stare down at her.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," he whispered and she gasped.

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She needed to find a way to get closer to him; to get him where she needed him; and it wasn't going to be easy. Her job meant that they were working in close proximity, or would be when he returned there, but it was still not enough. She needed to find a way to get even closer; a way to have him in a situation she could take advantage of; but how could she orchestrate that? What would present the perfect opportunity? Would it be easier to use a social situation or take advantage of a work related one? She would have to think about it for a while longer, but only a little while, he was still waiting and she needed to show her worth, soon.