Chapter Ten: What We've All Been Waiting For
By Natali K. A.
"Mel, you've got to talk to me sometime," Sirius said, following her around the house as she went from task to task. "We live under the same roof."
She still ignored him, supervising the broom as it swept the back porch.
"Melanie Perez, you don't have the choice whether to speak to me or not. Damn it, I'm your sodding boyfriend!"
"Yes, and you've been a lot of other people's boyfriend too-Britney, Elizabeth, Christina, Heidi, Gloria, Monica, Natalie, Samantha-do you want me to recite years 2 through 7 as well, or will our First Year suffice?" she said saucily.
Sirius tried to remain understanding, but felt a bit peeved nonetheless. "Listen, Mel, you've got to be kidding. Yes, alright, I dated other girls, what's the problem with that? So did you. Date other blokes, I mean."
"Yes, but I don't rub it in your face that I've slept with every bloody girl at bloody Hogwarts!" Sirius bit his lip and Mel knew exactly what he was refraining from saying. "Go ahead, crack a joke," Mel dared him, glaring. "Say it. Say that pervy little joke you were thinking of about me sleeping with other girls and you wishing I'd've let you watch. Say it, Sirius!"
He shook his head, the mirth gone from his face. "I wasn't going to say it, Mel."
"But you thought it, and that's enough! We're having a fight-"
"I'm not fighting."
"-and you're too busy thinking about your pervy little thoughts!" She cried out in annoyance. "Believe me, Sirius, when I tell you that I do not need to be reminded of all the shags you've had when we're about to shag."
Sirius blinked. "Is that what's bothering you?"
Her eyes shot daggers at him, and Sirius considered backing away then thought better of it.
"Is that what's bothering me? Why, yes, it is." Mel let the broom drop to the floor then moved on to the kitchen. Lily was there, making some breakfast.
"Hey, do you guys want breakfast?" Lily asked. "Eggs and sausage."
"No, thanks," Mel muttered. "I'm done speaking to you, Sirius."
"But I'm not," he said forcefully, sitting down next to her at the table. "Listen, I didn't do it on purpose, and I definitely didn't know it bugged you so much. Had I, I assure you I would've never mentioned it. I was just making a joke."
"Life isn't one big joke," she replied blandly. "You're in my space. Get away from me."
"Mel," he sighed, glancing at Lily. She couldn't leave because she had to watch the food, but she sure wished she could. It was increasingly uncomfortable. "Baby, I don't say that to make you feel inferior."
"But you say it and it does and I am."
"You're not," he insisted softly, taking her hand. "Mellie, baby. I'll admit it was insensitive of me and I don't think I'd like it if you compared me to some other guy or told me about your relations with someone else."
"Which I'd do, just to get back at you had I been with anyone else." She picked up the salt shaker and slammed down on the table. "Damn it, Sirius, I can't even fight fire with fire! It's not fair." She said the last sentence in a whisper.
"Um, I'll be leaving," Lily said uncomfortably, moving the pan so it wasn't over the flame anymore, momentarily postponing breakfast.
Sirius sighed and drew her into a hug, as unwilling as she was.
"Mel, I…"
"Never mind," she shrugged. "Just don't bring it up again. Please."
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"We have the entire house to ourselves," James said, amazed. The sun had just set and the other two couples had gone out, leaving the house to Lily and James.
"Huh. That's… almost freaky," Lily muttered. "The house has never been so quiet. Have you ever heard it so quiet? It sounds unreal and unsafe."
"This little white house of ours is always very full of life, isn't it?" he agreed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"Hmm."
"What should we do?"
She gave James a look. "What do you think?"
He grinned. "Good point, good point."
It was amusing then, because they were almost awkward together. They sat side by side on the couch, looking straight ahead.
"This is unbelievable," James snickered. Lily giggled and soon they were laughing hysterically, holding their sides for being unable to breathe.
"It's just… Well, how does one go about this?" Lily asked, looking at him. "I guess you just delve in, huh? We both want to."
"But that's so crude, Lils."
"Do you have a better idea?"
"I'm supposed to romance you, whisper sweet little nothings in your ears. You're supposed to blush and tell me that maybe we shouldn't. Then I'll kiss you and any doubt flies out the window."
Lily gave him a peculiar look. "James, don't know who told you that but life is never like a fairy tale. I hate to break it you, sweetie."
James sort of gave a little noise of annoyance in the back of his throat. "No, I know that, but it's got to go something like that. It shouldn't be something so barbaric."
"Welcome to adolescence, James. If it took you over five years to figure that out, then you're in serious trouble."
"So you just want to jump right into it, as if we're just in it for the sex and the pleasure and that temporary high?"
"You make it sound so vulgar."
"Because it is!"
"You've done the romancing twice before already."
"The car wasn't romancing, Lily. And the time in your room when Dumbledore interrupted us hardly counts."
"I see where you're coming from," Lily said, covering his hand soothingly. "But I don't need all the pretty words or dinner or to be convinced. I want it for a different reason, so why dress it up in something else?"
"What do you want it for then?" he asked curiously. "Why are we doing this?"
She didn't seem to have an answer and neither did he. Was there really one? In truth, part of it was peer pressure while yet another was a desire to feel everything that could be felt from such an experience.
But had Lily wanted to have done it just for the hell of it, she wouldn't be a virgin now at her now near 19 years of age. She would've had sex with any one-or several-of the blokes at school who had offered to take care of her little "problem", as they'd labeled her virginity.
But the thing was, she'd never felt pressure in that way before. Yes, she'd lied when the girls had discussed it and said she'd done it, but she'd never felt the actual pressure to sleep with anyone.
She almost wanted to show him something, but she couldn't figure out what it was.
Did she love him? Of course she'd thought about it. It was impossible not to-what with the nagging thought of Victor and all. Now that had been resolved somewhat-though they still had to figure exactly what their plan was-but the thought had still been there.
She couldn't fool herself. It would only hurt her. She liked him, she liked him a whole lot. But that didn't necessarily mean that she loved him. Loving was especially difficult for her, since she couldn't really trust anyone in her life. There was always the fear at the back of her mind that everyone would up and leave her.
It was that same reason that had kept her from having any close or real friends at school. She'd never had the kind of relationship that her housemates had with each other. Yes, she felt at home, yes she was herself with them.
But the trust-that oh so elusive thing that always managed to be just out of reach for her-it wasn't there.
"I don't know why I want to do this," Lily said slowly. "But I do know that I want to."
James nodded and didn't reply. Really, what was there to say? She knew he agreed with her statement. All hormones aside, the desire was still there.
He leaned over and touched his lips to hers. Nothing else was touching, just their lips. It was a soft, feathery kiss that left her aching. He was so tender. She hadn't thought a kiss could be so light.
"Take me up to your room?" It wasn't a statement, but a question. As if she needed confirmation that he really did want to.
He felt slightly embarrassed about standing up because of the bulge in his pants. It was silly but the shyness was still there. It was like he was on his very first date, and he definitely did not like reliving the feeling.
In truth, he was probably more nervous now than he'd been on his first date ever. On the other hand, he'd never been very jumpy around girls.
Lily placed her hand in his and they walked up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with Sirius. She'd seen this room before but had never actually been in it. There were two twin beds, a night table each and a chair in the far corner. But that was about it, bar the door for the closet. It was a simple, unlived-in room. It held none of the character that she knew was in James. It was too neat and there wasn't a single misplaced thing. His humor or his comfort wasn't there. It was just a room.
"Here we are," he said, clearing his throat. "Uh. Yeah."
"Yeah," she said softly, giving him a small smile as he locked the door.
Taking a deep breath, he reached for her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her, making sure she felt every inch of him.
And she was, she was so aware of every bit of him. His arms holding her tightly against him, his lips moving against hers, his chest causing friction against her aching breasts and most importantly of all, the erection she felt against her stomach.
It was a slightly corny, cliché moment for her: She felt like a woman.
He moved her over to sit on his bed (or so, she hoped it was his bed. She didn't think Sirius would appreciate them doing the nasty on his sheets. Or rather, he probably would [the pervy little bastard] but Mel probably wouldn't).
He was in no rush, much like the last they'd attempted this. Except that this time… this time she knew it was for real.
Take your time, she thought.
It was gentle kissing, gentle motions on her back, gentle fingers toying with the soft hairs at his neck.
Then slowly, he tugged up her shirt, and she helped him pull it over her head. Finally, the awkwardness had gone. There was absolutely no shame in her eyes when she stared him in the eye and turned so that he could unhook her black bra.
Except that he didn't do what she wanted-she wasn't the one leading here. He was going to take charge if just this one time.
His hands on her sides surprised her and she jumped. They were warm on her skin, which felt cool for some reason even though she was an oven on the inside.
He kissed her behind the ear, moving her hair away with his nose. Kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Kissed her shoulders with an open mouth so that the wet spots felt oddly cool once exposed. Kissed her until her senses were going crazy, trying to decide what to feel first or second or third.
James took his hands back, throwing off his shirt. She felt a bit miffed because she'd had a few ideas of how she wanted to take the shirt off. But when she felt his bare chest against her nearly bare back, she decided she'd forgiven him. There were, after all, other times she could live out those fantasies.
"Oh," she let out helplessly, spotting a mirror on the back of the door she'd missed at first. She was almost sure that mirror had been placed there for a reason-a very kinky reason. It was extremely arousing to see him hugging her from behind, hands spread over her stomach and gliding across it smoothly, heading (or so she hoped) for the mounds that were trying to escape her bra.
She didn't think it was actually possible, but her breasts did feel swollen. They throbbed and longed to be touched and squeezed and kissed and nuzzled and… everything. And everything, basically.
He toyed with her in that way for awhile, making it pleasurable torture to watch herself be pleasured as she was. She smirked a bit when the thought that she wasn't even naked popped into her head, but she hadn't been forming any coherent thought.
It was no wonder, honestly, that none of the skanks she'd spent her school time with had never been able to pass a class with a good grade-unless they'd been fucking the professor that is.
"Lie down," he whispered hoarsely and he was almost afraid of his own voice. He pondered for a moment if perhaps he was scaring her-he sounded as if he was in pain truthfully.
(He was, but it was definitely something that could be eased.)
She as he'd told her, looking up at him with the most inviting look he'd ever seen before in his life. He broke eye contact when he realized they'd been dangerously close to ending before they'd even really begun.
That would have been extremely ironic, to the point where James would probably kick himself.
"I'd compliment you, but I'm having trouble thinking right now."
Lily laughed in a sexy way, her breasts jiggling.
Ugh, come on, keep it up, James, he thought, almost disgusted with himself for the unintentional pun. He would tell Lily later, after, since he thought she'd enjoy it anyway.
Somehow, her bra had become unfastened and her skirt was on the floor. What had been slow before was now way, way too fast. But she was helpless to stop it. She couldn't have, even if she'd wanted to.
With shaky fingers, she undid his belt and tried to unbutton his pants, but he ended up practically ripping them off of himself. She wondered how his member had ever even fit in those tight jeans of his, because James even gave a sigh of relief when he'd become free.
"I'm afraid this is going to be awfully short," he rasped. "And I won't be talking anymore. I'm having trouble stringing two words together."
He weighed her milky white mounds in his hands, closing his eyes with relish when he'd felt the nipples pucker beneath his hands. He set his mouth to one, then the other, a gratifying gasp escaping Lily's lips each time.
James hooked his thumb in the elastic band of her underwear and pulled them down, tracing kisses down her stomach.
Lily shut her eyes, trying to let herself just feel. She felt his fingers sifting through the curls she knew were red. She felt him press down on her clit and felt her back arch. She felt him slide one long, strong finger into her.
She felt it feel good.
"James," she groaned. "Just-Just get it… oh." Her breathing increased as she sensed his finger slide in and out of her. The private place between was wet, just for him.
James fervently hoped that she hadn't been about to tell him to stop because he didn't really stop to ask. Didn't stop to care. Only brought himself above her and placed himself at her hot entrance.
"One compliment," he said with an effort. "You're beautiful." He covered her mouth, pushing into her slowly until he met her maidenhead, then thrust into her.
Lily whimpered, though she'd been expecting it. It was uncomfortable, to be sure, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she'd expected. James seemed to be having a rose time of it than she.
It did end quickly, as he'd warned her. But she didn't care. She'd never felt so whole in her life. To feel him move in and out of her, filling her over and over again… No, there was definitely no feelings she liked better.
She hadn't had her release, but she didn't care much. She hadn't really thought she'd get one. First time and all that. But she got one more surprise…
"Lils, I love you," James whispered, just before rolling off of her and falling asleep, holding her against him.
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A/N: Ok. Yes. Yell at me. Two weeks and a half late, and my excuse? None, actually. Well for the first week anyhow. I just didn't have anything to write about. I wanted this chapter to do something. They've done something, don't you agree? I hope you'll forgive me for the wait. As for the rest of the time, you can blame Wilma. If you don't know who that is, eh, well. There it is, huh?
I just regained power, and you can be assured posting was first among my list of things to do (right after replacing perishables in the fridge).
Much love to those who remembered us in Miami throughout the storm (mainly poor Amanda who was like probably a little more nervous than I was lol).
How does it feel to be in a category 3 hurricane? No idea. Slept through it. Lol. But let me tell you, when the winds are about 50 or so and you go outside and just watch the trees bend… dude. Cool feeling. Super cool.
Natali K. A.
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