Chapter 6: Two Ninty-Three
By Amanda ~ the ROSE of RoseLibs
Achieving the highest level of development in Maslow's hierarchy of needs is most like writing your own story. One of the questions and the answer for my health test, just thought I'd throw it out there because I thought it was interesting.
Sorry about the long delay in updating. Life took over in the form of school and work (I got a promotion :-D) and then so much despised writer's block set in. I managed to get the chap out, though. Now off to DOL! *stupid superman stance*
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Through the remainder of the week until the decisive Quidditch match, James came to the realization that he was screwed. And not in the literal sense, that bit irked him to no end. The fact he had a raging headache the next day from the Mama Juana didn't help matters or his mood.
James had observed parts of both teams' practices (for his own personal interest, not because he was captain of the Gryffindor team) and what he saw made him uneasy.
"Oi, Prongs!" Sirius called from the Gryffindor table at dinner when James got up, "where you off to?"
"Got a meeting I need to get to," he answered. "And no, not a girl," he answered, before exiting the Great Hall. "I swear," James muttered to himself as he headed for the dungeons, "that boy has too much sex on his mind. Whoa, did I just say `too much sex'?"
He strode into one of the empty, unused classrooms where he was meeting the school's underground bookie.
"Potter, so nice to meet you," the student said with a smile the hinted at ulterior motives. He opened up his robes, the inside line with dozens of pockets, and pulled out a small pad of parchment. "What can I do you for?" he asked, licking the tip of his quill and preparing to write.
"I want to know the odds for the next Quidditch match," James told him, straight and to the point, no need for small talk.
"Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff?" he clarified, thankful Potter hadn't dawdled. He had appointments to keep and students to see. Time was literally money to him: more students in less time, more money in less time. Pulling out a different notepad, he answered, "Odds seven to one in favor of Ravenclaw."
The news almost unsettled the notoriously calm, cool, and collected James Potter. "Damn it," James swore under his breath. He wanted to hit the wall, throw a desk at that news, but he kept himself in check.
"You wanna throw in some galleons or what?" the bookie, who was in fact a third year Slytherin who took no pride in his house and was completely impartial on everything involving the school, asked, pulling out the first set of parchment filled with names and bets for the match.
"What? Oh, no. I already have one," James added with a sigh.
"You what?" the bookie exclaimed, shocked and insulted. "With who? I'll hex them till next week for coming in on my territory!"
"Relax, kid. It's a personal bet," he told him, opening the door and leaving.
You shouldn't gamble with Fate.
*~ Author Conversation 2 ~*
"Wait, who are we having win the bet again?" Natali questioned Amanda, her brows furrowed in thought. Amanda leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Alright," Natali said slowly, "it's your chapter; whatever you say. We're still going to have the Marauders and Divines pay their…whoever wins, yeah?"
Amanda answered in a nod. "Dude, that reminds me," she started. "You know that three hundred knut bet the Divines have?"
"Of course," Natali said with a roll of her eyes.
"Yeah, well, it's equivalent to $2.93," Amanda finished, suppressing a grin.
Natali, however, threw her head back, howling in laughter. "How…what…who?" she gasped out struggling to regain her breath.
"An anonymous tip," she answered slyly with a grin.
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Amanda was surfing the net one day, talking to her amor when one of the TUB readers IMed her. This anonymous person stated they wanted to tell her something pertaining to the fic.
"What's that?" Amanda typed.
"That 300 knuts is only 2 dollars and 93 cents."
Amanda doubled over the keyboard laughing, and managed to send an IM explaining as much. After regaining her composure, she asked how the person knew that.
"There's a website." And they sent the link.
"Who the HELL has the time to convert fictional money to actual money and create a website?"
"CNN."
The fan fiction author fell out of her chair laughing and told the anonymous tipster that.
"I know," the reader replied. "Poor Lily, trying so hard for not even 3 dollars."
~~~
"I checked out the link," Amanda mentioned. "Three hundred knuts is less than three bucks. Ten thousand galleons, however, is somewhere north of forty-two thousand dollars."
"Good to know the Marauders' bet is alright. What's three hundred sickles?" Natalie asked her. "Or galleons?"
Amanda made a sputtering sound. "Fuck if I know. Look it up yourself, lazy ass."
"Then send me the link, puta!"
"Fine, culeto!"
Natali broke out in a grin. "Love you, too, sweetie, thanks."
"Uh-huh," Amanda replied absentmindedly staring at the computer screen. "So what else do you think should happen in this chappie?"
She shrugged, examining her nails. "I dunno. It's your chapter, you figure it out."
"Great co-writer you are," Amanda told her, hitting her in the head with a wadded piece of paper.
"I want a funny sex scene," she stated abruptly.
"Ah-ha!" Amanda exclaimed triumphantly, crumpling another piece. "That's how I get you to help! With who?" she asked, throwing it at her friend.
"Dunno. Peter and some fat chick," Natali laughed.
"EW! Unwanted mental picture!" She retaliated physically, throwing more paper…and maybe a paperweight by mistake.
"Alright, alright!" She held up her hands in defense. "Sorry, I surrender - OW!"
"Oh, my bad."
With a glare at Amanda, Natali grabbed one of the wads of paper, scribbled a small note and chucked it…missing Amanda's head and hitting the computer.
Intrigued, Amanda read it. Her eyes lit up as they scanned the page. "You mean when they-"
"Yep," Natali answered with a satisfied smile, "because she would-"
"Yeah, Yeah! And he would-"
"Yes! And it would be hilarious!"
"Oh my God, it would!" Amanda agreed, swiveling to face the computer screen and began typing. "Now to get there…"
*~*~*
James followed the other Marauders out to the Quidditch pitch on Saturday, grumbling most of the way.
"Come on, Prongs, perk up," said Remus. "Maybe Hufflepuff will win."
"Yeah, when hell freezes over," mumbled Sirius. Then in a normal tone, "And if they don't, you only have to pretend to fall in love with Evans and let her publicly humiliate and dump you. Nothing to worry about," he added cheerfully.
"Bite me, Sirius," James glared.
"No thanks, mate. I'll leave that to 'Lil Lily if by some miracle you win this bet."
The quaffle had just been tossed as the four boys seated themselves toward the middle of the field. Other Gryffindors surrounded them, cheering for Hufflepuff, then for Ravenclaw, simply for the match in general.
Ten minutes into the game, Ravenclaw was up, one fifty to ten. Hufflepuff's chasers were passing horribly, not communicating at all, while the Eagle's were just on fire, sending bullets to one another, and rocketing shots pass the keeper. It was a miracle the Badgers had even managed to get that one goal. The keeper got cocky in James's opinion.
"Oh, bloody fuck!" yelled James, his frustrations peaking at yet another intercepted pass by Ravenclaw. "Sweet Merlin, I can't stand watching this. I'll be at the castle, preparing to hang myself."
"Sure, Prongs," said Remus.
"Have fun," added Sirius.
Walking to the stairs with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he passed Lily looking quite smug with her friends. He was going to send a glare at her, but he couldn't after looking at her. Something about that girl, just…something; he couldn't explain it or what it did to him. It was just something.
James caught her eye as he walked by. Lily gave him a quick wink and little wave causing him quicken his pace as he stormed back to the castle.
He was trudging up to the castle, head hung, hands shoved deep in his pockets, occasionally kicking a stone in his path, when he heard it; a mere second of absolute silence at the Quidditch pitch followed by an eruption of cheers. James recognized the celebration immediately as the seeker capturing the snitch. That's it, Ravenclaw won…and you've officially lost the bet.
*~*~*
"Potter!" Lily called after him as he trudged through the halls.
He turned and watched her progress towards him. When she was close enough to here him, he said, "My name is-"
"James, yes, I know," she interrupted, "but you respond so much faster to Potter," she explained, giving him a dazzling smile. "It's as though someone yelled `Quaffle!'"
"Funny," he told her, expressionless. "What was it you wanted?"
Lily turned serious then. "Meet me in your Head dorm, pronto."
"What for?"
"Don't ask questions, just meet me there. Please?" she added for good measure.
James contemplated her proposal. Probably wants to discuss how I'm going to `fall in love' with her, then how she wants to dump me in front of the school, he thought. "When?" he asked with a sigh.
"Go up there now," she nearly ordered, "I'll be up shortly."
"Yes, ma'am," he muttered sarcastically before heading to his private dorm.
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James entered the room he'd obtained for being Head Boy. He never used it, unless he wanted some time alone, preferring to bunk with his mates as he had for the last six, now seven, years. Lily, he was almost positive, did the same thing.
Not knowing how long he would be waiting for her, or why he was meeting her here for that matter, James decided to make himself comfortable. He started a fire in the hearth and shucked his sweater when the roomed warmed up.
James was sitting in an armchair, flipping through a book he randomly grabbed, when Lily arrived. He chose not to acknowledge her for a moment, keeping his eye on the pages of the book he'd opened as he registered the sound of clothing whooshing through the air and landing.
"Oh, good, you're getting ready," Lily said, reading the title of the book he had, Magical Foreplay Tips and Techniques.
"Huh?" James looked up confused, setting the book on the side table. What he saw puzzled him further: Lily standing in a scarlet, silk bathrobe, a trench coat lay over another chair in the blurry (as James saw it) background. A bathrobe…he thought, focusing on the beauty in front of him, a silk bathrobe… what's usually worn under those… James felt what seemed to be less blood traveling to his brain.
"Don't play dumb, James, it's not becoming," she told him, standing beside the bed. "Now let's get this over with."
She threw the robe so it landed on him, obscuring his vision. The sight that greeted him when he pulled the silk clothing from his head made his jaw go slack and all the blood in his body to flow below his waist. Lily Evans, Head Girl, lying…naked…my bed… James felt light-headed as his eyes traveled the expanse of the girl in front of him, taking in the flawless curves of her body, the perfection of her skin as she lay provocatively. Merlin, James, you've seen naked women before, said a voice in his head, why is seeing Evans starkers about to make you blow your load?
Lily's not just any girl, she's special, his conscience answered, surprising himself.
"Come on, James," Lily's voice cut into his thoughts. "Let's do this and be done. I can tell you want to," she added with a pointed glance at his lap. He cleared his throat and crossed his leg over his knee to obscure the bulge. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. From what I can tell, with the distance and your jeans, it's quite impressive. Supports all the rumors," she added with a wink.
"Thanks," James replied almost automatically. "What the hell are you doing, Lils?"
Lily sat up quickly in surprise, the sway of her round, full breasts from the momentum mesmerizing James momentarily. "Did you just call me `Lils'?" she demanded.
James shook himself out of the daze. "Don't change the subject," he retorted. "Now explain to me what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm fulfilling my end of the deal."
"You're…what?" he asked in pure astonishment. "For you to need to do that, Merlin would have had to bless Hufflepuff in that match for them to scrape a win."
"Well, Merlin blessed the Badgers then, because that's exactly what they did," she explained, "they scraped a win, 160-150."
James looked at her with a bland expression. "You're not lying?" It was more a question than a statement.
"Would I be here like this otherwise?" she countered with a gesture at her lack of clothing.
His eyes followed her hand and the skin it was indicating, his mouth watering slightly. Hearing Lily say something to the effect of "Let's get this over with" snapped him out of his revere of her body. "What?" he questioned.
Lily rolled her eyes. Her beautiful, green eyes…stop, he told himself firmly. "Really, James, do I have to explain the procedure to you?" Lily asked with a small smirk. "Take off your clothes, walk over to the bed, and fuck me. Or rather let me fuck you, since I will be on top."
James thought over her proposition. "No," he told her.
"Excuse me?"
"No, I will not go over there and fuck you, or let you fuck me, or whatever. Point is, there will be no fucking right now."
Lily stared at him. Was he, a seventeen year old male, turning down sex in which he'd have to do virtually nothing?
James stood suddenly, not caring on whether his erection was seen or not. "Go get some real clothes and meet me back here," he said, striding to the bathroom.
"Care to share why?" she inquired, standing naked by the bed.
He turned at the door to face her, giving her an appraising once over that caused her to blush. "Because we're doing this right," he answered when their eyes met before closing himself in the bathroom.
Lily was pulling her silk robe on when she heard the shower turn on. Steam was emitting from under the door as she tied the sash on the trench coat and went to leave. She smiled, knowing full well what he was doing, and feeling an odd satisfaction in knowing she'd caused it.
You shouldn't gamble with Fate
*~*~*
Lily returned to James's head room, now appropriately clothed, wondering what James had in mind. And pondering what he had up his sleeve to turn down sex.
She walked into his room without knocking to a surprise that would leave her shocked. James Potter in a nothing but a towel, his hair wet, drops of water sliding down his chiseled torso and disappearing in the fluffy white towel draped around his waist. She felt breathless watching the trail the water took, her eyes wandering lower to the slit exposing his muscular thigh and more sprinkled skin.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to just lick it off - arg, stop that, Lily told herself staring at his uncovered body.
"Well, seeing as how you're just going to stand there," James voice interrupted her thoughts, "I'll go into the bathroom to change."
"What? No," she told him.
He glanced at her with a mischievous look. "Would you rather I change in here?" he asked, a smirk on his face. "Because I have no problem with that." Setting his clothes on the bed, he moved his hand slowly to where the ends of the towel were tucked under each other.
Lily realized what he was about to do and her eyes widened. She was torn, torn between desperately wanting to see him as he had seen her and not wanting him to see how he was affecting her with the smallest actions.
"No!" she said quickly as James was about to pull the corner of the towel. "No, I meant…I would…leave. Yes, that's it, I'll wait outside for you," she stuttered before exiting hastily. Leaning against the wall beside the door, Lily tried to catch her breath, willing her heart to stop the uncontrollable pounding.
Oh, man, this is getting too deep…I just need to fuck him and leave, Lily decided. Nothing emotional, just raw, animalistic sex. Why does that sound so kinky?
James exited his Head room with a smile on his face. He could see he was getting to her, how he was affecting her, and he liked it.
"Shall we?" he asked with a charming smile, offering her his hand. Instinctively, it seemed, Lily took it and allowed him to lead her to the unknown destination.
They were walking down a corridor, still hand in hand, when Lily saw another boy walking from the opposite direction. Immediately she dropped James's hand (much to his chagrin), not wanting anyone outside the Marauders and the Divines to know or get any idea about the two of them.
As the students neared, Lily realized it was Stephen Markson, a boy who had always been rather taken with her and she found cute and funny in a quirky way. He was also captain and lead-scoring chaser on Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
"Hello, Stephen." Lily stopped and smiled warmly as they met in the middle of the hall.
"Lily, how are you?" he asked, returning her smile. "Out on Heads' duty tonight?"
"Yes, rounds. I'm actually a little disappointed at the result of the Quidditch match earlier," she answered.
"Really, I'm not," interjected James, obviously irritated. "Come on, Lily, we have to finish this."
"It can wait a moment," she told him, inwardly smiling at how this was annoying him. She returned her attention to Stephen. "You really were robbed today, Stephen," she said with a sympathetic smile.
"Yeah, well," he ran his hand through his hair, "what can you do?" he shrugged.
"Your seeker needs a bit more training, I'd say. You, however," Lily stepped within a foot of Stephen, eyeing him appraisingly, "you played brilliantly," she finished in a low voice wanting to make James jealous. She wanted him to realize that she was affecting him as much as he was affecting her.
Stephen positively beamed at Lily, while James glowered at Stephen.
"Lily," James cleared his throat, not bothering to hide his tetchiness, "we have rounds to complete."
Her eyes didn't leave Stephen's, nor did she acknowledge James's comment as she spoke. "I have to be going. I'll see you around." She turned and began walking towards James, a little extra, subtle sway in her hip.
"Hey, Lily!" Stephen called. She turned. "You going to the next Hogsmeade weekend with anyone?"
"Not at the moment."
"Wanna go with me?" he asked in a suave manner that any other girl would have trouble saying `no'.
Lily, however, appeared to contemplate his offer before answering, "I'll let you know." Then she continued down the hall.
"What the hell were you doing?" James demanded when they rounded a corner.
"Uh…flirting," she replied in an obvious tone. "I'm sure you've heard of it. Participated even."
"I meant the fact that you were flirting with another guy while on a date with me."
"Are we on a date?" She looked at her nails. "I don't remember being asked on one, not by you at least. I seem to recall Stephen asking me to Hogsmeade," she added with a smirk at the begrudged boy beside her.
James fumed, exhaling slowly and regaining his composure. "Come on," he said, taking her hand gently, "we're going to be late."
"Late for what?" Lily questioned, allowing him to lead her and welcoming the warmth of his hand in hers. "James, I really don't feel like leaving the castle tonight."
"I know, that's why we aren't."
"Then what are we late for?"
"I made an arrangement with a house elf or two," was the only answer she received.
*~*~*
"James, where are we?" Lily asked a few moments later as James paced in front of a door on the seventh floor.
He came up behind her, his hands on her hips as he led her to the door. "You'll see," he whispered excitedly in her ear, shivers running down her spine from both his touch and his breath.
He held the door for her, a simple action Lily loved and rarely saw, but it always came from James. They entered the room to see a small round table in the center of the room, set for two, lit with candles, as was the rest of the room. A fire burned brightly behind the grate casting deep, flickering shadows across the room.
"I told you we were doing this right," James said from her right. She turned and he handed her a single, long stem rose. "Or would you prefer this?" He moved his other hand from behind his back, extending a single lily to her.
Lily took both flowers, smiling coyly. "Do you do this to all the women you plan to bed?"
"No, only the special ones," he answered without thought. "I mean…yeah…" Turning quickly, he walked to the cart near the table and looked under the lids of the trays. "Good, my uh…colleague has everything ready. Shall we eat?" he asked, pulling a chair out slightly for her, which Lily accepted.
The two teens feasted on lasagna, bread, and Barbaresco wine, talking and idly dancing around the subject of why they were there.
"Let's dance," James said suddenly, his eyes dancing themselves.
"Hate to break it to you, hun, but there's no music."
"First, there is music, you just have to listen," he told her softly with a grin, giving his hand a slight wave. A gentle melody began filling the room. "And second, if I can't call you by a pet name, then neither can you."
Lily fought a smile. "This would technically be our second date, James."
"So you're acknowledging that this is a date now?" he teased, rising from his chair. "And are you being so kind as to grant me the privilege to address you with a pet name?" he said, oddly formal as he offered her his hand. "Sweetie?"
"Yes, I suppose I am, pumpkin," she joked, following him to an open area of the room.
James placed on hand on Lily's waist, the other still in his other hand, and pulled her close as her other hand when to his shoulder. They slowly began revolving with in time with the music.
"You know, we never finished the game from the other night," James whispered, looking down at her.
Lily smiled. "No, I guess we didn't, with Brandy taking the bottle the way she did."
"We could continue now," he offered, "some modified version. To learn more about each other, I guess."
"Or we could just ask. Much more personal that way, don't you think?"
"Okay then," James smiled. "Tell you the truth, I only want to ask you one thing."
"And that would be?" she prompted.
"Why did you insist you'd be on top when we had sex?"
"Somehow I knew that was coming. It's quite simple really. I can't climax unless I'm on top-"
"Controlling," James finished.
"Yes, I supposed that would be an accurate word." Lily eyed him quizzically. "You like to drive, don't you?"
"Drive?" he looked confused as he spun her. "Oh, as in the muggle reference to sexual positioning. I suppose I do, but I don't mind not…driving."
"Well, that's good, because you won't be when we fulfill our arrangement."
James glanced at her, then startled her with a dip. He surprised Lily further with six little words that held so much promise as he slowly straightened her. "Bet if I drive, you'll come."
"Won't happen," she stated after a moment's staring.
He spun her again "Then why not put a wager on it?" he proposed, holding her close to him, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Easy win, but then again, you never know… Antagonize him to making it more. "No," she told him, "there's always a first time for everything, so I'm not taking that bet."
"Hmm," was all he said, but she could see the gears turning. "Alright, then, I bet you I could give it to you so good, you come back for more. Even after the three times for the previous bet."
Ha! That's the bet you take! There's no way any male could be that good. "Terms?"
"You follow my lead, though you can do what comes naturally to you, the three times we're…required…to have sex. If you come back at all after those three times, I win," he set with a smug smile.
"I want a time limit."
"Okay…the bet becomes void when we're both twenty."
"And what does the loser have to do?"
"You have to admit you do care what people think of you. I know you do, don't try denying it to me. When you lose, you'll have to admit it to the entire school at breakfast, even if we're out of school."
Lily stared into his eyes, lips pursed slightly in thought. They'd long since stopped dancing. James was still holding her pressed to him, thought, and she wasn't making any move to leave his embrace. "Fine. And what when you lose, James?"
"That is for you to decide, dear Lily."
She stood quietly in his arms, thinking. He watched as several expressions crossed her face, each causing a different emotion in him. Unease…nervousness…curiosity…fear…frustration…
"You, James, will have to announce to the Great Hall at breakfast that Quidditch is just a silly game you wasted your years on, that you were a Marauder and pulled pranks and acted like a player to compensate for all the insecurities you feel."
"You want me to insult Quidditch!" he gasped wide eyed, taking a step back. "And I'm adding to mine. When you lose, you'll also admit you pretend to not care what people think of you because you yourself are self conscious and insecure and that you're a Divine."
"Agreed," she replied, "shall we shake on it?"
You shouldn't gamble with Fate
"I always shake when I make bets with the Marauders."
She held out her hand to him. He grasped it and pulled her close to him again. "I hope you don't do this with the Marauders," she said, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Nope," he told her, "only with you." He tilted her chin up with his fingers and brought his lips to hers, a gentle, sweet kiss being exchanged. "Agreed," he whispered.
"Ditto," she responded just as quietly before pulling his mouth to hers once again. The kiss was innocent enough, lips merely touching, moving slightly. Lily brushed her tongue to James's bottom lip, requesting entrance, but he pulled away.
"Dessert first," he said to the unasked question written on her face, leading her to a sofa that appeared in front of the fireplace, a platter of chocolate covered strawberries on the cushion.
"James," Lily began as he settled them close to each other on the couch, "do you do this with every girl you intend to bed?"
James was in the middle of offering her the sweets when she asked the question and nearly dropped the plate in shock. "Um…well," he started, then sighed. "I'll be honest with you, Lils. I never put in this much effort for any girl."
"So you meant it literally when you said only the special ones?"
"Yes," he said softly, "and something's telling me you're the most special girl out there."
Lily stared at him, her brow slightly furrowed at what he confessed. Then she burst out laughing. "Nice line, Potter. Use that on all the ladies?"
James scowled. "It's James and it's not a line; I don't need them."
"Whatever you say, James," she told him. "So, you going to make your move and get this night going?"
"You don't want dessert?"
Lily smirked at him, one of her brows slightly arched. "Maybe I want something else for dessert," she told him, her voice low, her hand running through his hair.
James looked taken aback, but quickly recovered with a devilish smirk of his own. "So you do want me? Knew it, and it works, because the feeling's mutual."
She smiled and moved into a different position, making herself more available to him. "And just what are you planning to do about this sexual attraction we seem to harbor for one another?"
Suddenly, with reflexes that would make him a decent seeker as well as a spectacular chaser, James had her laying on the couch, his warm body stretched over hers. "This," his lips whispered against hers. Then he kissed her.
Almost immediately his tongue was seeking entrance to her mouth, nearly begging to caress hers, which she allowed.
Her hands went around his back and up, his shirt going with it slightly. They moved to his stomach and met his toned skin as his hands tangled in her hair. His lips trailed down her throat, making her moan in their wake.
"James," Lily sighed, "we need a bed."
"We are in a bed," he muttered, sucking on her pulse point, shifting his hands to her waist and under her shirt, feeling her soft skin beneath his rough hands.
Her head fell back as James mouth moved up her neck again and Lily saw they were indeed in a bed. How did that… OH! Her thought process turned incoherent when James began kneading her breast.
Soon, only undergarments remained as hands and lips explored uncovered bodies. Lily's bra joined the other clothes by being flung threw the air from James's hand. Her back arched into him as he wrapped his lips around her nipple, a suppressed groan escaping her throat.
His fingers danced along her panty line, gliding just under the elastic, teasing her. "You know this room is sound proof," he whispered hoarsely, a thumb pressing her clit. She let go then, and James heard how loud Lily could get when he ripped her knickers off and his tongue found her.
"You do know," she panted, her hips lifting to meet him, "that…anything…you do with your tongue and - and fingers…doesn't count…for the b-bet!" Her words drew out in a scream as she felt her release coursing through her body. But he didn't stop; his tongue continued its movements causing her to wither against him as another orgasm built and released almost immediately.
"I know," he rose above her, ending his torment, with a sly grin, "I'm just lubing you up. You ready?"
Lily quickly removed his underwear and, grasping his member in her hand, guided James to her entrance. "What do you think?"
*~*~*
An hour later, James lay awake in the bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking over what had just happened. He looked over at Lily, lying on her stomach as naked as him, the bed sheet exposing her smooth, bare back. Her arms were folded at her sides, her fingers splayed lightly on his arm; welcomed contact for him. She was facing him, peacefully serene, her red curls scattered about her. She looks like an angel…James thought. My angel…Whoa now, where'd that come from?
The events of the night had been the greatest of his life, the most intense sexual experience he'd had. He had meant it when he said he thought she was the most special girl out there. That did sound really cheesy, though. No wonder she thought it was a line.
James had decided when Lily came to his room that he would give her his best; the idea for the bet came later. He wanted to make it the most pleasurable night of her life, all three times. He knew he had succeeded, having witnessed the way she screamed his name to the room when she came with him inside her and on top.
A goofy grin came to his face, followed almost immediately by an expression of terror. She's really getting to me, like seriously. His eyes widened. I'm sprung on her…
You shouldn't gamble with Fate…
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A/N: Special thanks to the aforementioned "anonymous" tipster. Sorry, Libs, but she…they, I mean…gets to go before you this chappie. NOW special thanks to querida Libby. Because without her…God knows where I'd be. Lmao, that's a song! Well, kinda, but yeah.
Hope I stayed in the R rating on this… Oh well, sorry if it drifted into NC-17 territory.
The author conversations we've taken to adding are simply to allow you readers a peek at the minds and personalities of RoseLibs. It gives you a bit of an idea of the insanity that is us and part of our process in creating a chapter for TUB.
And because I couldn't resist, I'm going to explain to everyone the Slude Prut thing, since you all seem to like it so much. I was talking to this guy online and he made a comment how I'd be like the perfect girlfriend because I'm not a prude or a slut, I'm right in the middle. I told Natali and we were laughing about it, then I was like "slude, lol or prut, lmao, slude prut!" Nati just kinda decided to throw that in (we do that a lot, if you guys knew how many insider jokes we have hidden throughout the chaps. Pruner, anyone?), and that was the birth of Slude Prut. Brownie points to anyone who can find any other inside jokes.
TO THE READERS: thanks for reading and taking the time to submit a review. Libs and I know how a couple a minutes is too much to spare, so grateful thanks to those of you who could sacrifice those few minutes of your lives. Additional comments below. And, I know someone whose nickname is J-Mo, my best friend Janet.
greenevans, oh that's me, haha, thanks to me! I'm a nerd, ignore my moment of entertainment.
Alexa Capulet
Julesy
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Remus'sweetie
Ladyofslytherin
Bondariana - Sorry if they bother you, but you can skip over them. Really, we do them to allow the readers insight into our madness. But they have nothing to do with the story, so you can just skip them.
dolphingurl
Alicia - we like the angle we took, too! :-D You can all thank Libs for her brilliant idea. I just help write.
LadyLindselot - thank you for all your reviews, they made me laugh at the dentist's office. I checked my email from my phone while I was waiting for my dentist to start drilling.
Alicia78
Hpjsr - you read my H/Hr one-shot! You ROCK! AND you read my other L/J! You DOUBLY ROCK!
Reines in Herzen - actually we got both reviews, so DOUBLE thanks, Reines!
LOTRFREAK77
Alandra Jade - dude, what does "WFTNC" mean?
Daman5
Rachel132
PotterChick958 - did you mean MY `evil not look-alike twin'? since I'm Amanda… Oh, wait, Libs explained this to me, but I'm still all confused… OH! Wait… Lmao, ok now I get it, took a sec is all.
Ashwinder7 - I don't think awesomest is a word (no, the little red squiggly line is under it), but thanks anyway.
rainbow-monkey88
PoTtErSPaYnE
ann black
apotterlover
lala
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Jennifer Cole
FaeryPix - somehow they both won…can we do that? Something to think on, for sure. Thanks for giving your opinion and reviewing.
chika sosser69
l_babiegirl_l - bump to you, too! :-D
Thanks to everyone for giving us a total of 122 reviews between PortKey.org and FanFiction.net.
~ Rose of Radish, II
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