Chapter Eight:
By Amanda, Rose of Radish, II
~ Libby's partner in crime, hee hee. Thanks Julesy ;)
Haha, eight's my number :D Sorry, easily amused and pleased.
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He was getting to her. It had been weeks and the he bloody wanker was still getting to her! She'd never needed to feel a man's touch like she needed to feel his. She was addicted to him. After one sodding night of unbelievable sex.
And what James Potter was doing to her was scaring the shit out of Lily.
Oh, Merlin, what was he doing to her? Nothing, she thought defiantly, her brow furrowing. Absolutely nothing. Whatever this insistent…lust is, you're just going to have to fight it, Lily. Because it's nothing. You don't like him, you don't. She returned to her Charms essay.
You shouldn't gamble with Fate.
She glanced up, certain she'd heard a whisper of…something, someone telling her…something. And for some reason, she felt this something was important. Not hearing it again, she dismissed it as a breeze from one of the great windows beside her.
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Lily was leaving the library that night, still trying to convince herself she was not feeling anything more than arousal for James Potter when she walked right into the object of her thoughts. She stumbled and his hands were immediately around her waist to steady her and she ended up flush against his body.
The effect of his nearness on her was instantaneous as her body warmed, her heart raced and that anticipant tingle set between her legs.
"You're out late," James said in a low, gruff voice. It was late; after curfew. James was probably doing his rounds.
Lily inhaled deeply to calm herself only to be overpowered by that intoxicating scent that was solely James Potter. "What, are you going to give me detention?" she responded breathlessly.
"Maybe." He moved a bit and she found her back to the wall, his hard body pressed against hers. "To be served only with me, of course," he added, brushing a loose tendril out of her eyes.
"Of course," she whispered, her eyes closed, feeling his rough hand buried in her hair. "Too bad I'm Head Girl and you can't."
"Yes, that would be a setback to my plan," he mused. Sighing dramatically, he reasoned, "I'll just have to settle for a date then."
She was leaning into him, her eyes closed as she relished in how close he was, how his muscular frame felt next to hers, how it seemed to fit her perfectly, when he said this. She opened her eyes and looked at him quizzically.
"What do you say?" he asked, his breath hot against her skin as he drew his lips down her neck.
"And wo-would our bet be fulfilled on this date?" she stammered when one hand slid from her waist to cup her arse.
James looked at her, a glint in his eye that meant she would enjoy herself immensely later. With his hands still holding her bum, he pulled her roughly against him. She drew a sharp breath when she felt his arousal pressed into her. His desire for her. "Maybe," he said brusquely in her ear after inhaling deeply.
"O-okay…" she squeaked out.
"Okay what?" She could kill him for his powers of resistance to not succumb to his hormones, for his ability to remain so calm when he was obviously aching with desire. But she wouldn't, not ever, because she yearned for him as much as he did her. Physically…and emotionally.
He ground his hips into hers, hitting the spot that drove her crazy, as she answered him. "Okay I'll go out w-with you to-tonight."
"Good. Our common room in an hour," he told her, stepping back quickly. She gazed at him, his robes not entirely hiding his reaction to what just happened, wanting him close again. "Be sure to wear a jacket," he added, continuing down the hall.
It was several moments later when she comprehended his last words. Jacket… It only added to the mystery that was James Potter.
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J-Mo ambled aimlessly down the corridor, trying to clear her head of a certain dark haired, light eyed Marauder. And it wasn't James.
Ooh, there's an idea, she chuckled as she thought about what Lily's reaction might be if she were to show interest in Potter.
Her mind wandered yet again to the reason she was strolling the halls after hours. Black… He just had a certain charm to him she found alluring. He had that casual elegance and could look so unbelievably sexy doing the simplest things. And he knew it, too, knew that it drove her crazy. But she knew him, too.
As if materializing out of her thoughts, Sirius Black sauntered around the corner, his face donning a mysterious grin when he saw J-Mo walking. He continued purposely toward her, stopping in front and blocking her way. "Harrison," he greeted.
"Black," she said in return. "Why out so late?"
"Looking for James, we have business, but he's MIA." He paused, contemplating her it seemed. "And you, taking care of business with Queery again?" he questioned coolly.
"It's Quarry, and no, if you must know, I wasn't."
"Then, what, a midnight stroll to clear your head?" He took a step towards her, backing her against the wall, the look in his eyes that made her blush as he placed his hand near her head.
"That is exactly it," she told him breathlessly. "Simply trying to clear my head of a certain someone."
"It's not queer guy, is it?" His eyes narrowed ever so slightly when he asked. He was so close, she could smell him. Not just his cologne, but him underneath it. It was intoxicating.
She pushed a strand of her thick hair behind her ear and she saw his gaze follow her movements. Should I? she thought, believing she knew the reasons for his actions. Oh, what the hell, what's the worst that could happen?
"It's not Quarry," she told Sirius, watching him threw her lashes.
"Then do tell, who is the lucky chap?"
Leaning close to his ear, her breath on his neck, she whispered, "It's you…Sirius."
His hands moved to her waist, pulling them close together. "Then things work out perfectly, Janet," he said gruffly against her neck.
She moaned and arched into him as he pinned her to the wall. "I love how you say my name." Her hands ran through his dark locks.
"You'll love how I say it later even more," he promised, lips sucking her pulse point.
"Are you proposing what I think you're proposing?" Janet questioned, pulling his face to look into hers.
"Only if you'll let me," Sirius whispered hoarsely, his eyes showing dual meaning.
Her gaze reflected his own emotion. "Only if it's not just tonight."
He flashed a quick grin, one that made her knees go week and resumed kissing and sucking his way down her neck. "Oh, it'll be tonight, and tomorrow, and the next night," he said as he slid his lips over her skin, "and the next, and every night after 'till you bore of me."
"I doubt I'll bore of you, Black," she said before her mouth claimed his in a proper kiss. They broke away gasping at the intensity. "Now take me to a bed and prove it."
"Whatever you say, Harrison," he answered, swinging her over his shoulder and heading down the corridor.
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Lily walked for her Heads common room from her seventh year dorm. She'd wanted to talk with J-Mo about what she was feeling, but her friend was no where to be found. Brandy and Meggie were of no help, either; Brandy was snogging Remus in the common room and Meggie was "studying" with some Ravenclaw bloke.
So she went to meet James confused, her questions unanswered and her feelings unknown.
Lily had hardly set foot in the common room before James was ushering her out again. "Have a jacket? Not one I'd expect from you, but good; let's go."
"That's it? This is the start of our fabulous date?" Lily grumbled as she was practically forced out the door. "No flowers or candy or even a bloody kiss from you?"
Suddenly, catching her quite off guard, James spun her and pressed her to the wall opposite the portrait they'd just exited. He took in her appearance, from her black boots and flared denim jeans, to her simple, yet tight, low-cut white shirt and black leather jacket. Her auburn hair was curled at the ends and pulled half back, loose strands framing her face. With her light, natural make up, she looked gorgeous. And he told her so, before kissing her deeply.
When he pulled away, both were breathless. "You're just trying to make up for not giving me a flower," Lily said, pushing him slightly but fighting a smile nonetheless.
"Ah, milady, I did get you a flower." He reached behind and his back and seemingly out of nowhere pulled out a single long stem rose. "A rose for my Lily," he presented with a grin.
Smiling shyly, and with a small blush, she gave a soft "Thank you," followed by a peck on the cheek. One that left James grinning stupidly.
"So, where are we going?" Lily questioned as she started slowly down the hall.
James took her hand and pulled her gently to a quicker pace. "You'll see," he told her excitedly.
"Not back to Pruner?"
He gave her an inquisitive look. "Why?"
Lily blushed again, this time out of embarrassment. "Well, see, last time…"
"Yes?" he prompted.
"Well, the girls bugged my clothes and if you go to Pruner, where there's no magic to interfere, they'll hear everything we say."
She watched as James grinned slowly and Lily could tell he was itching to compliment her roommates on their inventive spying capabilities. She sighed in frustration at his amusement; he could be such a little boy sometimes. "The point is, James, I'd rather them not hear what might take place tonight if they did bug my clothing again."
He laughed and hugged her to him, his scent enveloping him and her sound vibrating through her. "Alright, alright, we won't go to Pruner again. I wasn't planning another trip there tonight, anyway. I'm more creative than that." He gave a wink before lacing their fingers and leading her down the hall.
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"James, where are you taking me?" Lily called softly to him as he pulled her down the grassy slope of the Hogwarts grounds.
"I told you," he replied simply, "it's a surprise."
Lily sighed and continued to follow him. Her unease reached it peak when he neared the Forbidden Forest. "James…" she said hesitantly, stopping in her tracks.
He faced her, the jubilant excitement gone from his eyes and replaced with sincere concern…for her.
He came to her and drew her into his arms. She sighed, feeling safe and content with him holding her, holding him in return.
"Lily," he said gently, "I promise you, I'd never let anything happen to you. The forest is safe if we don't go in too far, especially in this area."
"How do you know?" she couldn't help but ask.
He evaded her question, asking one of his own instead. "Do you trust me, Lily?"
She stared up at him, surprised to hear in his words that they weren't solely regarding the Forbidden Forest. His eyes were asking her to trust him with everything, her mind, her body, her soul. And her heart. Those same hazel eyes, so full of expression and emotion at the moment, told her she could trust him, with everything, that he'd never hurt her.
And suddenly she knew.
"Yes, James," she answered softly, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes.
"Say the words, Lily," he told her in a hoarse whisper, hugging her fiercely to him.
"I trust you, James," she said into his chest. "I trust you."
They held each other a few moments longer until James pulled back, kissing her forehead as he did, and lead Lily toward the trees.
"Come see your surprise."
"Keep me safe?" she asked coyly.
"Always," he smiled, draping his arm around her shoulders and bringing her body near his.
He led her through some dense brush and Lily was about to protest to traipsing through the woods when a path appeared, beginning out of nowhere.
After a short walk, to which Lily was thankful, they veered off to a small clearing. With a wave of James's hand, a blanket and picnic basket spread out before them complete with fireflies to light they're meal.
"You don't mind a late night snack, do you?" he asked offering her a seat.
"More like a midnight snack," Lily replied with a smile, kneeling on the blanket.
"Smart arse," he grinned, sprawling out beside her. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her until she was lying next to him. She remained propped on her elbows, no matter how much coaxing James did.
His left arm wrapped firmly around her, his hand caressing her thigh, he used his right to levitate the picnic basket to them. Acting as though he wasn't teasing Lily with the gentle pressure of his touches, James began unpacking the basket.
Oblivious to everything James was doing, except what he was doing to her body, Lily took in what scenery should could through the dancing light of the fireflies. It's so beautiful, and peaceful. And secluded. At that thought she glanced at James, who was setting down two glasses and about to pour some French wine.
"I found this spot one night," he began suddenly, "when I snuck out…to meet someone. Stumbled upon really, and it's been my…sanction ever since."
"It wasn't a girl you were meeting, was it?" Lily inquired in what she hoped was a casual voice, but even her own ears could detect the bitterness it held to such a thought.
He smiled before answering, something that gave Lily a false impression, and he handed her a glass of Sauternes, which she took a hearty gulp of. "You're the first girl I've brought here, Lily. And the only girl I'll ever bring."
"That is so a line," she pointed out, sipping more from her glass.
"Did it work?" he asked with his devilish grin that would have made her knees go weak had she been standing.
"Maybe if you had answered my question with it."
"It was my subtle way of answering it. If I had gone out to meet a girl that night I found this place, I most likely would've shown it to her. Therefore, since you're the first girl I've brought here, I wasn't meeting a girl that night."
"You said, "most likely". You don't know for sure if you would have shown her or not, so how am I supposed to know?"
"Alright, alright," he laughed and finished his wine. "No, I wasn't meeting a girl that night. Happy?"
"Very," Lily smiled, picking up a chocolate éclair and nibbling at it. She heard an audible gulp from James and peeked at him form the corner of her eye. He was watching her, transfixed on her mouth. Now who's torturing who, Potter?
Shaking his head as though to regain focus, he offered her more wine.
"Are you trying to seduce me again, Potter?"
He gave his enchanting smile, saying, "Depends, is it working?"
His hand was still idly moving on her thigh, drifting slightly closer to her center. Merlin, Lily! she scolded herself. Get a hold of yourself; he's touching you outside thigh outside your pants and you're damn near dripping! But that was the skill and appeal of James Potter.
She laid her head against his shoulder. "Keep heading in this direction and it very well might," she told him.
Though she wasn't looking at him, she knew there was a devilish smirk on his face; she could sense it, and it made her wonder what was going through his mind that moment.
Lily discovered when she found herself pinned beneath him and James was kissing her so passionately, she could only melt against him and return it with equal fervor.
Before Lily could register anything other than his mouth on hers, her clothes were gone and James was sucking sensually down her neck. She arched her back into him and ran her fingers into his hair as he kissed around her breast, building the tension while he slowly making his way to her nipple. Having gone so long with so little from him, the one whose touch she needed, the feeling of his soft lips finally clamping on her nipple was almost enough to send her over the edge then and there.
His lips trailed from her nipples to her stomach, where he spent as much time as he had at her breasts. Lily tried to rub her legs together, desperate for any friction he could get, but James held her thighs apart, his fingers lightly tracing designs there. It felt so good, but she needed more.
Then, suddenly, he was sucking her clit. She screamed into the night, encouraging the acts James wash performing on her.
She had forgotten how good he was at oral pleasure, she couldn't understand how, though, he was so good at it. His tongue, lips, teeth, fingers all brought her to the edge of climax time after time, but never letting her fall.
When she thought she'd simply implode if she didn't orgasm soon, James brought her so close.
Just a little more… "So, so close." Lily didn't know if she was thinking or talking or shouting anymore. The only thought in her mind was what James was doing to her, the feelings he was creating in her, and how close she was to that ultimate release.
Abruptly as he'd started his enjoyable assault on her with his tongue, he stopped.
"No, don't stop!" Lily nearly pleaded.
He slid up her body until he was lying beside her again. His hands remained below her waist, gently, ever so gently, too gently even, stimulating her little nub of pleasure.
"Was it three nights or three shags, Lily?" James asked unbelievably calm with his erection nearly bursting from his trousers. Again, she could have killed him for possessing such a skill. And, again, she wouldn't.
"Three shags," she said through gritted teeth as she tried to push herself into his fingers.
James moved his hand down her thigh. "Are you sure?" He watched her body squirm to get pressure where she despeartly needed it.
"No…"
"No what?" he questioned quite patiently.
It was almost unsettling to Lily how…calm James was in his obvious extreme arousal. It was when she felt him press slightly into her leg with his erection what she knew he was in need of release just as much as she.
"No, don't leave me," she managed, wanting his hand back on her sex.
Nuzzling his face into her neck, he murmured so softly she almost didn't hear, "I'll never leave you." More clearly, he added, "No what, Lily?"
"I'm…not sure." She gave a whimper as his hand brushed against her clit.
"Three nights or three shags?" he asked again in the same calm tone as he continued his stimulating torture.
"Three nights!" Lily exclaimed finally reaching breaking point. Too hell with it, I'm succumbing to my emotions and desires.
As though the words she uttered were an incantation, James pants disappeared and he instantly sheathed his heard length into her.
"Sweet MERLIN!" she cried, an orgasm ripping through her body as he entered her.
James let out a long, content groan in her ear. In the back of her mind, Lily knew without knowing it was the feeling of completion and unison they'd both been yearning for that caused his reaction.
Lily came down from her euphoria gazing into James's eyes while he held himself motionless inside her, seeming to relish in the sensations. "I needed that," she whispered, "need you."
His head dropped to her shoulder and he kissed her neck. "I need you, too, love," he told her, sliding himself out and pushing back in purposefully.
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"Oh, yes, James…" Lily hissed, climaxing yet again that night and collapsing on James's chest. He thrust once more before emptying in her, a faint "Lily" escaping his lips as he hugged her to him.
"Three nights," Lily said with a hint of sadness in her tone.
"Three nights," James repeated, his voice sounding disappointed.
They were silent, James holding Lily as she ran her fingers over his strong pecs and biceps. After a moment, she asked softly, "What if I want it to be more?"
James gazed down at her, a tender expression on his face and in his eyes she'd rarely seen. "You want it to be more?"
"Well, this is nice, isn't it? And…I like it and want it more."
He smiled. "I do, too."
"So how many more do you want?" she asked, burying her face into his chest.
"Till you tell me to leave," he answered immediately. "Work for you?"
"Yeah, works for me," she answered smiling against his neck. "And I like how it's just us that knows," she added.
"How we have our own little secret."
"That you're the only one who knows I love you." She spoke the words w/o thinking unintentionally, but knew them to be true.
James grinned and his face lit up like a seven-year old's on Christmas. He embraced Lily fiercely, holding her tightly to him, whispering, "I know, I know," repeatedly to her. And Lily knew he was saying, "I love you, too."
His arms loosened around her and she looked up at him smiling, happy tears brimming her eyes. In an amused voice, she told him, "Bet I can keep this from my friends longer than you can."
James smirked. "No contest, but I accept. Terms?"
"Simple, first one to crack loses and the winner chooses what they do for them."
"Anything goes?"
"Within reason."
"Deal."
"Sealed with a kiss?" she said coyly, hopefully.
"Sealed with a little more than a kiss," he replied, rolling them over so he was hovering over Lily. The look of desire was not lost to her, nor was the meaning behind the erect penis he was brushing along her thigh.
"Again?" she feigned disbelief, then, as though conceding to him, sighed, "Alright."
"And I do believe I won our bet," James commented, running the tip of his member along her folds.
"I happen to believe it was a-a draw; you want more, too."
"Aye, but you said it first," he said easily, continuing to tease her.
"How about we talk about this later," Lily panted.
He hummed in agreement as he entered her.
Sometime later, after several praises from Lily to James and his sexual abilities, the two laid cuddled again on the blankets, beginning to drift to sleep. The effects of their activities taking their toll.
"Hey, Lily," James murmured.
"Hmm?"
"You know how you said you like how only we know we love each other?" Though tired, she could still hear the amusement in his voice.
Lily's heart thumped in her chest hearing him so close to saying the actual words. "Yes," she answered breathless.
"I have an idea so we can see how much we do. If you're game, that is," he teased,
Intrigued and not wanting to back down from the slight challenge his tone held, she told him, "Oh, I'm game, what do you have in mind?"
James whispered in her ear the small smirk never leaving is face as Lily's eyes grew wide with exhilaration and disbelief.
"I'm so in," she said, "but I get to choose yours."
"Then I get to choose yours," he grinned.
Lily squealed excitedly. "I've always wanted one! Let's do it tonight," she suggested sitting up, her fatigue long gone.
"Alright," James agreed. She watched him, noticing his eyes were roaming her body. Suddenly, he pulled her back to him, spooning against her. "And, when we're ready," he said huskily, sending shivers down her spine, "everyone will know you're mine, and my heart belongs to you."
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Many apologies for the delayed update, but I have a very busy life with school ending (meaning finals and reports and research papers) and with work (stress) and I commute (stress) and crap at home (stress) and I'm not one of the most capable people at dealing with emotional stress.
Anyway, thanks to all of you readers who waited patiently and even those of you who IMed me and were like, "Okay, where the fuck is the next chapter?" lol, jk, guys, jk. Thanks for hanging in there, though.
And GINORMOUS thanks to LIBBY! Just for being her and staying with me through everything that I've put her through. Seriously, she must really love me with all the crap she puts up with from me. She also bribes me into writing. Wink, wink, eh, Libs? Lmao, that was the WEIRDEST IM convo we've ever had. (Natali replies, "Yeah, and we've had pretty odd ones… LOL.")
Special thanks to all those who reviewed.
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