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This chapter most definitely contains mature subject matter-very light R. If it isn't clear, I'll write out what happens in the last author's note. Read and have fun.
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Chapter 18: Falling
[Eighth World Wonder¸ by Kimberly Locke]
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March 31, 1978
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"This one?"
James looked at her and she sighed inwardly as she caught sight of the bored expression on his face.
"It's nice. Not really your color though."
She looked down at the dress-dark green, just a few shades darker than her eyes. "Not my color?"
"Well-it is, but you've worn it a few times. Pick something else out."
Lily put her hands on her hips. "Do you just want to leave? You aren't being very helpful. You've said yourself that you love this color on me-"
"I never did," he snapped back.
"Don't be mean," she chided. "Now I'm going to come out with another dress and you're going to make a useful suggestion." She went back into the changing room and pulled the curtain shut.
As she drew the silky green dress over her head, she idly wondered what James would do if she asked him to come in and watch her dress. The thought sent a blush up her neck and into her cheeks. She dropped the dress on the floor and turned to the next, another one in green. The saleslady had overloaded her with green dresses and skirts.
Lily had dragged James to the nearest town after classes (with permission from McGonagall) and prayed it had a dress shop; thankfully, it did. She was leaving the next day and desperately needed a dress that was appropriate for both a maid-of-honor and the reception. Her mother had told her all the others would be wearing pink, no doubt Petunia's choice because it would make Lily look terrible.
She flipped through the dresses and came across a dark purple one that she adored, attached by mistake to another hanger. She slid it carefully over her head and wriggled into it. It fit tightly over her hips and thighs and the neckline plunged dangerously, revealing the black of her bra. The dress was almost black-yet distinguishably purple when the light hit it. She looked it over a frowned, for it was obviously a nightgown.
"James?" she asked, and was startled when her voice came out as a hoarse croak.
He pulled aside the curtain and stopped short when he caught sight of what she was wearing.
"Hello," he said dazedly. "What's that?"
"It's a dress. You're supposed to make a useful comment."
"Well, quite obviously, but are you really going to wear it to your sister's wedding?"
"Of course not. I just wanted to…see what you thought."
"Well, I think it makes me want to shag you. Isn't that what you want?"
"Don't be mean," she reprimanded again.
James studied her carefully and then reached out, drawing circles with his warm fingers on her back, just under her shoulder blades. He pulled the fabric of the dress taut and Lily gasped and smacked him on the arm as it revealed more of her bra.
"I am a bloke," he pointed out.
"Well, quite obviously," she said mockingly.
"Take it off," he said suddenly, breathlessly.
"Pardon?"
He opened his mouth to repeat himself but instead shook his head and closed it. He bent down and caught the hem of the dress in his fingers, pulled it slowly up, skimming her legs with his hands. The dress bunched at her hips and he impulsively pushed his pelvis against hers. Lily watched with interest in the mirror as it rose over her breasts. She raised her arms and he dropped the dress on the floor.
"I give up," he said quietly, looking her over appraisingly. "I do give up. If you want me to, I'm going to shag you right now. Here."
Lily took a deep breath as he swooped down and kissed her. She kissed him back feverishly and gasped when one of his hands slid around her back and unhooked her bra. His hand crept slowly down her spine and unbearable pleasure sent shocks into her skin. She shivered uncontrollably and pressed herself closer.
He eased his mouth away and stroked her lower back gently, carefully; as if afraid he might break her. The sensation almost made her cry.
"What are you doing?" she asked thickly.
"It just happens, I think," he whispered. "With the Empathy-your pulse points and your lower back and your stomach-also your pressure points. If I press-" to demonstrate he ran his fingers teasingly down her wrist, over her pulse, "-and add a bit of magic-" a jolt went through her entire body, "-it makes you feel things. Right? I could even…I could even take away your pain."
Lily was only half listening. She turned her face up for another kiss and he complied, at the same time sliding his hand under the waistband of her knickers. Lily almost tensed but the mesmerizing feel of his fingers on her neck made her relax.
"Don't be scared," he murmured in her ear. "Don't cry-"
"It feels good," she whispered, hiding her face in his shoulder, red with shame. She shifted, sighed, clutched at the fabric of his shirt front tightly.
"Relax," he said softly into her ear, kissing her temple very lightly. "Don't be embarrassed, it's perfectly natural. Relax."
She did, sagging against him and breathing rapidly. After a moment, her heartbeat returned to normal and she felt his fingers brush lightly against the side of her breast. Very slowly, taking his time to inspect her, he clasped her bra and picked up a dress with one hand while her knees shook and she grabbed onto a chair to keep from falling.
"This one. It will look lovely on you."
She stared after him, speechless, as he left the room and shut the curtain behind him. She looked down at his choice-a cobalt blue sleeveless dress-backless, figure-flattering, and extremely tasteful.
"Dear lord, when did he become so bloody perfect?" she asked herself aloud.
Laughter from outside told her that James had heard her comment.
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April 1, 1978
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Lily and James stood together on the platform, waiting for the Knight Bus to appear. Lily avoided his eyes and gripped her weekend case tighter, until she was sure her knuckles were white.
The both seemed to know that by the time Lily came back, she would have made a decision. A decision about what, they really didn't know-but a decision nonetheless.
James cleared his throat and she looked at him. He had not touched her since the previous afternoon in the changing room, but when he did, it made her want to cry with relief. She yearned for his touch-craved it in a way that was almost indecent.
She always felt as if she was on a cliff with him-a dangerously crumbling cliff that was her resolve-and at any given point in time she would fall down…straight down into his arms. She couldn't fall in love-not now, not when she wasn't even sure who she was.
It was five minutes of ten. Lily looked James nervously.
And quite suddenly-she didn't know how it happened-she was in his arms and he was squeezing her tightly.
"Don't go off and fall in love with one of your family friends, okay? I'll have to come down there and hurt him."
Lily laughed weakly. "Hopefully I won't-the only family friends remotely my age are extremely ugly and can't kiss quite as well as you."
James stared at her shrewdly. "You're joking, right?"
She didn't answer, but she raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Of course you're joking. You've loved me for years and you'd never kiss another-even if you didn't realize your devotion to me."
Lily snorted and buried her face in his shoulder. "I'm going to miss you."
"Lily-it's for two days."
"That's a long time. Promise you won't fall for a prettier girl here?"
"There are no prettier girls," he whispered, touching his forehead to hers.
Lily smiled waveringly. "You're so sweet…"
"It's part of my charm."
"…but you do know how to ruin a romantic moment," she added.
James grinned. "Really?" He got down on one knee and Lily's heart skipped a beat-before she realized James wasn't the type to propose on one knee. He would sooner do it on a broom.
With a flourish, James pulled out a flower from his sleeve, no longer smiling. He looked quite serious as he stood and pressed the flower-a single white calla lily-into her shaking hand.
"I love you," he said very quietly. "I truly do-and I don't have any clue why. But…I want you to think when you go to your parents' house…about everything that's happened in the past few months, because I'm not going anywhere-and I can't picture the future without you in it. I can't. And I really hope that you can trust me when I say that-trust me at all, really-because I think I'm a part of your future too."
Lily was quivering, and she jumped when the Knight Bus appeared with loud BANG!
James looked up and grabbed her hands. "Promise me you'll think about it? Us and me?"
"I promise-"
He kissed her lightly and pulled her close, pressing his lips to her temple and sighing. "I love you…I love you."
Oh, how that ledge was slowly crumbling.
"Whachoo doin' down there? You gettin' on?"
"She's coming," James said to the voice. He closed his hand around hers-the one holding the lily, and smiled. "I'll see you."
Lily nodded speechlessly and he turned away.
The last bit of barrier-of the ledge-crumbled, and Lily was free-falling, and she knew that when she finally landed, James would be there to catch her.
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April 2, 1978
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The next morning Lily awoke to the tapping of a talon on her bedroom window. She jumped up and went to let the owl in before anyone saw it, stubbing her toe on her dresser in the process.
"Damn," she muttered, throwing the window open wide and letting the fresh air in. The owl swooped into her room and dropped a letter on her bed, then perched on her bedpost.
"What do you-oh, you aren't a regular bird at all!"
It wasn't an owl-it was a raven. It glared at Lily with beady eyes and squawked.
Lily felt a strange sense of foreboding as she looked at the letter, which was trimmed in black. She reached for it, keeping one eye on the black bird. She slit open the envelope and gasped as a smoky image floated up.
It was the Dark Mark.
Lily threw the letter into the trash can where it burst into flames before disappearing, then waved rapidly at the smoky image in the air. She turned furious eyes on the bird.
"Get out!" she hissed, taking her jumper and swatting the bird with it. The raven cawed and took to the air, almost scratching her across the face as it left them room.
Lily sat down shakily in her desk chair and stared at the spot where the Mark had been. The knock that sounded on her door made her jump a foot into the air.
"Who is it?"
"It's Mum, darling."
"Come in."
Her mother opened the door slowly and shut it very carefully. "I didn't know if you'd be up."
"What time is it?" Lily asked, then immediately turned to look behind her at the clock. It was half-past seven.
"I just wanted to talk before everyone got up. We didn't get a chance last night." Her mother sat down on the bed and sighed. She was five months pregnant and it couldn't be easy for her to move around.
"Is anything wrong?" Lily asked anxiously. The last thing she wanted was to upset her mother.
"No. Just fancied a chat. How's Hogwarts? And Sirius? How is Sirius?"
Lily's cheeks burned with shame. She had written home only three, perhaps four times, after she had returned to Hogwarts from James's father's funeral. Her mother knew next to nothing about the occurrences of the past four months. Her letters had been vague, she knew that.
"I broke up with him-it turns out he was dating me because of a bet."
"Oh, Lily," her mum sighed.
"It's all right, Mum. Really. I'm dating James now."
A smile quirked at the corners of Mrs. Evans's mouth. "Are you, dear? When did that begin?"
Lily frowned. "I don't-I don't even remember. It's been such a mess, Mum. Do you ever feel like you need to get away, but then when you do you wish you hadn't? He told me he loved me, Mum. Love. And I wanted to think and as soon as he walked away I just-plunged for him. I don't know what to do. I don't know when to sleep with him-"
"Lily!" her mother admonished.
"Well, it's going to happen, and you can't stop me," Lily said quickly, lifting her chin.
"Have you-already-with Sirius--?"
"No. I haven't with anyone."
"Oh, Lily. It's so hard to see you grow up. You were always my little one-"
"Mum!"
"It's true and you know it!"
"I'm going to miss you, Mum."
Her mother smiled. "I'm not going anywhere, love."
Lily leaned forward and hugged her fiercely. "I know you aren't. But I am, aren't I? We're losing each other. I'm James's now."
"We still have this-I'll always be here for you, Lily."
Lily sighed. It was times like this that she wanted a baby of her own-to feel what her mother was feeling with her. A sweet little daughter with her eyes and James's hair-maybe a son. Yes, a son was better-
What are you THINKING? she screamed at herself. You aren't having James's children!
"Let's go downstairs, Lily. There's a surprise for you in the kitchen."
Lily followed her mother out of the room. "I already bought a dress, Mum."
Her mother's face fell. "Did you? I was so sure that pink would look lovely on you!"
Lily frowned, then glared at her mother. "Not funny. Not funny at--" Lily fell down the last two steps to the kitchen and stared.
James was standing her childhood kitchen in his robes, looking entirely out of place and at the same time as if he belonged-as if he had always been there.
"James-what-why-how…"
"I'll leave you to it, then," Mrs. Evans said, leaving the room.
It was then that Lily noticed the deep circles under James's eyes, the paleness of his skin. "James-are you all right?"
He shook his head and clamped his mouth shut, breathing deeply through his nose before speaking. "I thought you might not be okay, and I felt like killing myself because I thought you-that letter…and the Mark-Lily…"
"What in bloody hell are you talking about?"
"I got that letter-from Voldemort. Asking me to join him-and he said things would happen if I didn't…didn't you get one too? I was so sure you-"
"I did, but I didn't read it. I threw it out. James, I'm fine. Listen-stop shaking!" She grabbed his arms and pulled his close. His hands ran down her sides-her back, her arms and waist. He was touching her as if in wonder, as if trying to ascertain that she was there…and Lily couldn't fathom it.
"I don't ever want to be apart from you again," he whispered in her ear. "Never."
"It was only hours-not even twelve."
"I don't care, Lily. I'm never going to leave you again. Merlin, not knowing was the worst part. I needed to know whether you were okay-"
"James, does Dumbledore know you're here?"
James paled further. "I knew I had forgotten something. I snuck right into Hogsmeade and hailed the Knight Buss-"
"He doesn't know?"
"He'll figure it out," James said. "Don't worry."
"James, you could get expelled-"
"They won't expel me," said James confidently.
Lily jabbed him in the stomach. "Don't get cocky, you prat."
"Don't you tell me not to get cocky, Lily m'dear. As I recall-"
"What is he doing here, Mum?" asked a shrill voice from the stairs. Both Lily and James looked up to see Petunia with Mrs. Evans behind her. Lily's mum had an apologetic expression on her face. "Mum! He is not staying for the wedding."
"Petunia!" Mrs. Evans reprimanded. "Don't be so rude to a guest again or I will personally call off your wedding, even though Vernon's relatives have flown in from all over."
"Yes, mother," Petunia bit out. She shot a glare at James. "Please do me the pleasure of attending my wedding," she hissed.
James looked slightly taken aback until Lily nudged him. "What? Oh, er…I'd be honored?"
Petunia groaned and flounced on up the stairs.
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Lily turned her face away as she heard Father Callahan pronounce Vernon Dursley and Petunia man and wife. She studiously looked at the floor as they shared the traditional kiss.
She looked up for an instant and immediately met James's eyes. Tension crackled between them, and Lily shut her eyes, allowing herself to wonder for one moment what it would be like to marry James.
Sirius would be the best man-Remus and Peter would quite obviously be ushers. Lily didn't know anyone for a maid of honor, but perhaps Maria…and the cake! Oh, the cake would be magnificent, all cream and sugar and-
"Psst! Walk, girl!" Lily shot a glare at the beefy man next to her, no doubt one of Vernon's many relatives, and took his arm gingerly. She caught James's eyes and looked away again, feeling unnecessarily shy and coy at the same time. She left the church on the beefy man's arm.
"Where to, my darling?" he asked thickly.
Lily smiled sweetly, imagining what it would be like kick him right in the bullocks. "Wedding pictures."
Beef-man grunted and put his hand on the small of her back. Lily stiffened and they walked over to where the wedding party had assembled.
Ten minutes later, Beef-man was hopping madly away while Lily smiled innocently up into a camera lens. She avoided him in the limousine on the way to reception hall, and he looked rather uncomfortable, sitting the way he was.
As soon as they reached the hall Lily scanned the room for James. She saw him sitting at a table with some of her oldest family friends and felt slightly nervous. Knowing James, he would ask endless questions about her childhood, about her relationships with the people in this room. Half her instincts told her to go to him and pull him away, the other half said to let him have his fun. There wasn't any information he could glean that could hurt her.
She took her table with the rest of the bridesmaids and listened idly to the chatter as she ate. She sat glumly through the cake cutting, the bride and groom dance, the bride and best man dance, and the father and bride dance.
Finally, the dance floor cleared and the general dancing began. Lily looked around for James and spotted him coming towards her. She grinned at him and took his hand wordlessly, allowing him to pull her onto the dance floor.
"This has been the most boring experience of my life," he muttered in her ear.
Lily sighed and pressed her cheek against his chest. Something occurred to her.
"James-where on earth did you get this tuxedo?"
"I shrunk one of your dad's. Didn't want to buy one of my own."
"I bet you didn't ask permission."
He smiled slightly. "I did."
"He's very attached to things that belong to him," Lily continued.
He looked down at her, the strangest expression on his face. "Yes, he is."
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After that one dance, Lily and James didn't share another the whole evening. Lily was kept busy making small talk with the new additions to her family, dancing with Vernon's many relatives, and avoiding Beef-man in particular.
The band called for the last dance and Lily craned her neck, frantically looking for James. That night, she had been felt up by two very large men and she really wanted to dance with James again.
She whirled in delight when someone tapped her on the shoulder and smiled widely. Jimmy Burton was grinning at her for all that he was worth.
"Lily! Never thought I'd see you again! I'm still recovering from the slap! You can see the handprint!"
Lily blushed. She had been fifteen the summer Jimmy had kissed her-her first real kiss-and she had slapped him before they moved the next day. She hadn't seen him since.
"You could use less exclamation marks, Jimmy," she said dryly.
"Would you like a twirl around the floor?" he asked, bowing gallantly.
Lily laughed, a little disappointment rising as she knew she wouldn't share another dance with James. Even so, she took Jimmy's hand and they walked onto the floor.
"If it weren't entirely inappropriate I would be slipping my hands into your dress right about now," he said, right into her ear.
Instinct told her something was wrong-that Jimmy had changed. She should get out of here now, before he expected something from her.
"Don't be presumptuous. My boyfriend could be twelve feet tall and out for your blood."
Jimmy laughed. "Too right. Really though, do you have a boyfriend?"
Lily nodded. "I'm not the prude I was when I was fifteen," she informed him archly.
"Aw, have you been saving yourself for me, Lily? You haven't slept with said boyfriend yet, have you?"
Lily blushed. "None of your business," she shot back.
"Ah, so you haven't! So you have been saving yourself for me!"
"Or for me."
Lily stopped dancing and turned, smiling a little at James. Knowing him, he would probably get angry with her later for dancing with Jimmy.
"Jim Burton," Jimmy said, holding out a hand to James, who, surprisingly, took it and shook it firmly.
"James Potter."
"I'm assuming you're the boyfriend?"
"You're assuming correctly."
Hostility settled between the two boys and there was a silence until Jimmy gave a forced laugh. "Well then, I'll leave you to it. There's about a minute left to this song anyway." He grinned at Lily, nodded stiffly to James, and headed off towards the drinks table.
"Family friend?" James asked, not making any move to dance with her.
"Yes."
James nodded slowly. "All right."
"All right? That's it? Aren't you going to fly into a rage?"
James raised an eyebrow and leaned against a pillar. "We're in public."
"So you're going to fly into a rage later?"
James shook his head. "No."
Lily frowned. "Well…why?"
"Because I don't want to fight with and I don't want to make you angry. You should be happy."
Lily sighed a little. "You're scaring me."
James took in her in his arms just as the music died. "I hope not."
"The music is ending."
"I asked him to play just one more."
Lily hid a smile and pillowed her head on his chest with a sigh. James's fingers drummed light tattoos on her waist. His hands slid around her back and crossed, his fingers playing with the fabric on her sides.
"I wouldn't let him slip his hands in," she muttered.
"I'm not him." He tickled his fingers down her spine and she shivered as his magic sank into her skin.
"No," she agreed breathlessly, "you're not."
"This dress," James said thickly, "is wonderful."
Lily grinned. "You picked it."
"Want to know a secret?"
Lily looked up at him. "What?"
"I grabbed the first one I saw and gave it to you because I was so shell-shocked."
Lily smacked him lightly on the arm. "Well you subconsciously have good taste then."
"Good to know," he murmured, running a hand up her spine and then down again. He paused. "Are you…wearing a bra?"
Lily smirked. "I'm not wearing anything underneath." She looked up quickly at his face.
He shut his eyes and pressed her closer. "You're the evilest woman I know."
She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder once more.
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It was almost midnight when Lily got back to her room. She had bid goodbye to James outside his room, which he was, unfortunately, sharing with Jimmy. She shut her door with a click and stripped out of her dress, hanging it up carefully in her closet and slipping into a nightgown.
It was then that she noticed the parcel on her bed. Shivering and looking at the spot where the Dark Mark had been that morning, she crept closer and grabbed her wand, carefully untying the string.
The paper fell away and Lily gasped, lifting out the purple nightgown she had been wearing earlier in the dress shop. She held it reverently, inspecting it through blurry eyes and glancing towards the door, blinking away her tears. She strode outside and looked down the hall, where Jimmy was just leaving his room and heading for the loo. She walked forward carefully but he heard her anyway and spun around.
"Lily!" he said jovially. "What are you doing?"
"I just…needed to talk to James."
"Dressed like that?"
Now that she was out in the hall, it struck her how daft she was being, especially since Jimmy was eyeing her form beneath her thin nightgown.
"Weren't you going to the loo?" she asked.
Jimmy nodded but stepped forward towards her. She stepped back against the door and felt for the knob, twisting it quickly. "I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Jimmy," she said quickly, slipping in and shutting the door in his face.
"Lily?"
James was standing right behind her, halfway through taking off his shirt. She smiled nervously at him.
"What are you doing here? Not that I mind or anything," he added hastily as he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath her nightgown.
She blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. James pulled his shirt off the rest of the way and threw it on one of the beds. He wrapped his wrist around her forearms and pulled them away from her chest. "Don't be modest, love."
"You bought me that dress-the purple one-"
"I did. Say thank you."
"James, you can't just buy me a dress!" she said, stubbornly crossing her arms again.
"Why not? Say thank you, Lily." He pulled them away once more.
Lily gave up and threw her hands in the air. "James!"
"Lily!"
"James, I appreciate it. I really do. But-"
"Lily, you deserve something nice, and Merlin knows I have enough money for it. I didn't get you a birthday gift."
"My birthday was in December-and I was still with Sirius and I didn't like you. You can't-"
"I can."
"Fine. Don't expect me to wear it."
James's face fell. "Damn."
"Serves you right. You should have asked-"
"You wanted it," James said softly, stepping forward. "You did."
"That doesn't mean-"
"And you wanted more. From me. Didn't you?"
Lily swallowed.
"My, my, my, Lily. You're a passionate little thing, aren't you?"
"Stop it," she whispered.
"Stop what?"
"Being like that."
James paused, a puzzled expression on his face. "Like what?"
"I don't know! However you're being!"
"Lily," he said softly, running his hand up her arm. "Don't be mad at me. I just wanted to see it on you again. Is that too much to ask?"
Lily swallowed, quite suddenly realizing why she'd come to him. Everything was forgotten as she made a quick decision. "You can see it tonight."
James's eyes widened. "Lily…" he said warningly.
"James. I mean it this time."
He nodded slowly, searching her face. His gaze raked boldly over her figure through the nightgown and he swallowed, his Adam 's apple bobbing.
He leaned forward to kiss her and she tilted her face up, breathing heavily. His lips brushed hers and he pulled her closer, kissing her hungrily.
The door opened and they sprang apart. Lily's cheeks flushed and James looked furious as Jimmy poked his head into the room, an irritating smirk on his face.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting anything?"
James let out a slight growl and Lily shook her head, wondering whether Jimmy had been listening outside the door and waiting to come in at the most inopportune moment. He walked leisurely into the room and lay down on his bed, folding his arms beneath his head.
James rolled his eyes, looking thoroughly disgusted, and kissed Lily again. "I'll see you later?" he asked, his voice so soft she barely heard it.
"Yes," Lily murmured. "Goodnight," she said out loud, backing out of the room. She shut the door and leaned against it, biting her lip to keep a wide grin from spreading across her face.
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April 2, 1978
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She heard the door open very quietly and quickly glanced at the clock: Three in the morning. James crept into the room and she sat up in bed, smiling at him in the ghostly moonlight.
"It's really late," she remarked as he walked closer.
"Jim wouldn't leave me alone. I sent a Stunner his way sometime around two but I missed and I had to Obliviate him-and then he finally did fall asleep-"
She knew she was supposed to scold him, but instead she found herself staying silent. Her voice caught in her throat as she saw the way he was moving towards her-catlike, with a panther-like grace that stilled all her actions, including all the processes in her brain.
"You-you shouldn't have done that…"
"Too late," he said, sitting on the side of the bed and pulling away the sheet she was clutching to her body. "And you wore it," he muttered.
"I said you could see it."
"And I have," he said quietly. "Now…"
Her fingers darted to the straps and James watched closely as she began to remove the nightdress.
When she looked back on that night, she never really remembered what happened next. The sensations stayed with her-but the order in which they occurred was blurry and hard to distinguish.
There was the wonderful feel of his hands sliding over her skin, his flesh against hers, the weight of his body on top of her. There was the most satisfying and electrifying sensation of being joined with him, the slightest twinge of pain and then it was flowing gently away, never to be seen again…
"I love you."
She said it at some point, but she never knew when, and he never told her. She didn't even know if he heard her. It came out in a breathless whisper and then all her breath was gone-because she was soaring…
She woke sometime around half past six and stretched lazily, her every part aching, but in a satisfied, pleasurable way. She felt sore-pounded-but quite willing to turn over and shake James awake for another-
He wasn't there.
Lily turned over and stared blankly at the ceiling, remembering what Maria had said…He never slips, and he never stays. And so he left her feeling empty.
She didn't deserve this-she didn't need this. Hadn't she told him she loved him? Had he heard? Did he…did he even care? Her mind made up, she rolled out of bed and pulled on her dressing gown, going to find James.
**
Nicely? James pleasured her in a lovely way that's very convenient when you want to remain a virgin.
Crudely? James fingered her in the changing room.
I am in no way encouraging teenagers to go out and have sex or perform other sexual acts.