Perversion & Persuasion
"Do not mess up!" warned Remus for the seventh time running.
"Look, Moony, this is our mate James Potter we're talking about here, I'm pretty sure he can handle seducing Lily Evans," said Sirius sarcastically, earning a punch on the arm from James, who was waiting for the right time to follow Lily out to the pool area.
"Shut up, Padfoot," said James, glaring at Sirius. "I know it won't be as easy as every other girl has been but-" he stopped and looked at his watch, then looked back with a cheeky grin on his face. "Time to go." He said simply and turned about on his heel and headed for the door.
"Right, yeah … good luck Prongs! Don't let the bed bugs bite!" called Sirius and Remus flicked him on the ear.
"Careful James!" Remus called and sighed as James closed the door behind him.
All three boys turned their heads and looked at each other.
"He's fucked."
"She'll kill him."
"We'll play Quidditch."
They all nodded in agreement and followed in James' wake in silence.
*
Lily had just changed into her tight green bikini and was lowering herself into the pool.
"Shh- damn that's cold…" she muttered to herself but decided that it was a good thing, as she really did need to cool off after the numerous thoughts about a certain boy.
"Stupid Potter," she whispered as she sank all the way down and under the waters surface. Within two seconds she had resurfaced again, gasping for breath. "Breathe, Lily, breathe …" she coughed, wiping water out of her eyes and trying to slow down her heart rate. "He looks good, but he's still a prick - yes - a big prick-" she paused, grimaced and then shuddered at the wild and devilish thoughts trying to provoke her into insanity.
Oh, and then she almost screamed.
Potter - or by popular default according to everyone else where she was staying - James, had just strolled casually out of the large oak front doors of his house. He stopped briefly to gaze into the sun and bathe in its calm, before stretching and walking down the marble steps.
Evans - or by popular default according to everyone else where she was staying - Evans- she stopped to think about this one, and quickly decided that, to be fair, she was in the minority around here, and would have to stick with Evans.
So, Evans, who saw this as the perfect opportunity to cry out in frustration, anger, annoyance, helplessness and lust - all the emotions injected in to her mind at the sight of James Potter - took a deep breath, slowly sank under water and then swam quickly around a corner so she would be hidden behind two looming, yet quite lovely, she duly noted, palm trees. Once she was sure the devil himself couldn't see her, she peered between the trunks, a hopeful expression that positively screamed, 'Fuck off and leave me alone you immature, sad, arrogant arse'.
It was all in the eyes.
Suffice to say that her retinal communication skills failed her this time as she was quite well concealed from James' view and absolutely mute.
Both James and Lily had not gained that level of affectionate understanding yet. Oh yes, it is possible.
Lily, eventually, watched James with a little more intensity as he made his way down to the pool's edge, stopped, frowned, then grinned and began to pull off his shirt. Somehow managing to slip in the water, she tried to gain her composure in order to safe guard her own self-dignity, although alone where no one could see her, and against her mothers better judgement continued to gaze at James undressing.
As he threw the shirt onto a chair, he pressed down on his left shoulder with his right hand and began to massage a 'knot'. This, of course, gave Lily a perfect in-the-flesh image of most of James' muscles as they flexed teasingly in the glare of the searing heat. Caught in a semi-trance like state, Lily failed to register James' hands that were now on his shorts' button and only too soon did he have them down and around his ankles before the blatant, yet intriguing perversity of her current situation really sunk in.
'Lillian! I am most disgusted with you! Watching a-a-a boy undress-' scolded her mother's voice somewhere in the depths of her mind.
"Go away. Go away. Go-away!' she hissed to herself as a not-so-faint blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks.
Ignoring the better judgement that presently clouded her hormonal intuition; she remained stock still, transfixed upon the sight before her.
Her eyes could do nothing but widen as James turned around, clad only in boxers, and bent over to pick up his shorts and threw them on to the chair with his shirt.
"Wow …" Lily gasped, her face now resembling an aluminous magenta, what with the glowing shades of pink and purple that harboured a glistening sheen of what was either water or sweat. "I think we've seen enough …" she said in an undertone but trailed off, instantly radiating a deep crimson as James removed the last of his clothing.
Still turned with his back (among other bodily attributes) facing Lily, he clicked his fingers and a pair of maroon and gold swimming shorts appeared in his hands and he began to adorn them. Lily's breathing, to say the least, was sufficiently laboured and shallow at this point, as she witnessed James Potter finally cover himself up.
One part of her brain sighed in relief, another part told her she was in a lot of trouble and a distant, yet loud part of her brain screamed out, 'No, take them off again and turn around this time!' and it echoed constantly.
Shaking herself both mentally and physically, Lily quickly praised Quidditch, the two lovely palm trees which had served her well and of course the Lord God himself, then persisted in observing James crack his neck a few times and then dive, with an unforeseen grace, Lily had to admit, into the pool and rise, pushing his sopping hair away from his eyes.
It wasn't until she watched him swim a couple of lengths that she noticed something very out of place as she looked around the edges of the pool.
Where on earth were-
"They're playing Quidditch I think." Came a voice and she turned sharply to see James Potter a few metres away from her, ruffling up his hair so that it stuck up in all directions. Nothing out of place there, she thought grimly.
Then she realised, with a pang of panic, that she had been caught. Glaring briefly at the two tall, albeit lovely, palm trees, she flushed again as James raised an eyebrow at her.
"How long have you been there?" he questioned, feigning ignorance, unbeknownst to Lily, and floated a little further towards her.
Backing up a foot, she glared looking anywhere but at him. "Not long, and as of now, not any longer thanks to you," she said quietly, yet coldly, and after taking a quick glance around her, sighed when she realised she was cornered.
James looked affronted and said sincerely, "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you wanted to be alone. I'll just be a second, then it's all yours." His eyes flickered over Lily for a moment before he turned and dived back under water. For a second Lily felt slightly guilty about making him feel he should leave his own pool, but thought better of it as she remembered who and what he was.
Her short lived guilt was sure to be a last when she felt something grab her by the waist and begin tickling her. Squealing, she tried to move away and pushed her hands down to try and grab her aggressor, but at the same time a pleasurable shiver shot down her spine as her fingers latched onto another set of fingers.
With a wave of water, Lily's 'attacker' came up for air, laughing heartedly.
"James Harold Potter!" she gasped as she received a face full of water as James' head broke the surface. "I am going to kill you, you conceited little bastard!" she offered almost as an afterthought and splashed James.
"Oh, come on Lily, I'm only trying to loosen you up! You're so stressed …" he spluttered, laughing.
"The reason I'm stressed is because of you, Potter! You and your idiotic friends!" she hissed angrily and stood there, breathing heavily, her eyes unconsciously lapping up the sight of a dripping wet James Potter.
James had stopped laughing now and was staring at her. "You know, I didn't choose for you to come here. It's not my fault. All I'm trying to do is get you to have some fun while you're here," he said softly, frowning. "We may as well attempt to get on for a few days … try and relax."
Lily simply gazed in shock at his newfound maturity. I do hate him, but he has got a point I suppose, she thought, and this is going to be unbearable if I don't at least try. But still …
"Fine. Wait, what's the catch?" she shot at him sharply. Unfazed by her coldness, James moved closer to her, looking every bit genuine and innocent.
"Only that you have to stop being so tense," he whispered huskily as he lay a gentle hand upon her shoulder. Lily didn't move an inch; she just glared at him. "Here, look, I'll tell you what … let me give you a famous Potter massage," he added, still speaking in low tones.
Lily's eyes went wide in amusement and she laughed in disbelief. "Do- do you really think that I would let you give me a massage? I mean, seriously?" she snorted and shook her head.
James sighed. "It's not like I'm going to try anything on you. I give all of our guests massages when they stay here - my mum used to do it on the side, and she taught me how to do it. Let's just say it comes with the service while staying here." He explained, smiling lightly, his usual smirk no where to be seen.
Feeling doubtful, yet interested, Lily bit her lip and said, "And you swear you won't try to grope me, or tickle me or anything of the sort?" she said forcefully.
"No, no, no. I've told you before, Lily, Sirius is the perverted one. I won't touch anywhere you don't want me to … trust me, though, it will help you calm down a lot." James pushed patiently. At his words, Lily was reminded of her dirty little perverted secret, and she felt a little hypocritical.
"Right, give me the same massage you give every single guest that you treat for your mum and we have a deal. Besides, I've never had one … it might be worth it, so long as you're professional about it," she added pointedly and he nodded, a smile on his face as he motioned to follow him.
Once out of the pool, James lay out a thick towel on one of the sun beds. "Okay, if you just lay down on your front there, I'll prepare the oils," he said and Lily nodded mutely. She lay down and propped up on her elbows, watching as James conjured a variety of oils and poured a few of them into a small dish, in which he quickly mixed them together.
He turned to look at her and grinned mischievously, holding the prepared solution. Lily rolled her eyes as he knelt down beside her. "You're going to love this," he muttered warmly. Getting up he swung a leg over Lily's back.
"What on earth do you think you're doing? I thought we agreed-" Lily began heatedly.
"And I'm not; this is the best way to do it. If I try anything, I give you full permission to hex me," he said hastily.
"Yeah, like I need your 'permission' …" she growled in an undertone, rolling her eyes and huffing.
James sat down lightly on Lily's behind and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Now, close your eyes and forget about everything around you. I'm sure pushing me out of your head won't be hard," he added with a weak laugh.
Not as easy as you think, Potter.
James rubbed his hands in the oil and placed them upon Lily's shoulder blades. "I'm, erm, I'm going to have to undo your bikini strap," he said and then added very quickly, "They're in the way and everything will still be…covered up, don't worry!"
Lily, closing her eyes and wondering what she had gotten herself into, tensed as she felt James unclasp the back of her bikini top. He was quick and virtually effortless, which gave her the impression he had done this far too many times. Then, she let out an unwarranted gasp and moan of pleasure as she felt her whole body relax as James' gentle yet firm touch glide across her back and shoulders, along her neck and down to her waist and the small of her back where he drew circles with the most amazing caress and touch. With every soft stroke, Lily felt her muscles giving in to relaxation and serenity.
It was so wonderful that she was sure she had muttered the words, "Wow, this is amazing, James," several times within five minutes.
Feeling hot breath on her cheek, but not really caring at that particular moment in time, she heard James' deep voice whisper into her ear.
"See, I told you it would be worth it, didn't I?" he breathed so calmly and softly, that it sent a tingle all the way down Lily's spine and she couldn't help but wiggle her toes and tense her feet a few times to try and dispel the odd feeling.
James' hands roamed over Lily's smooth skin for another fifteen minutes before he placed his fingers in the middle of her back and very gently ran the tips across her skin. "Wake up, Lily," he called quietly as she had indeed fallen asleep a few minutes to the end. Lily groaned and let out a soft, "Mmm hmm …"
She opened her eyes and felt the tickling sensation on her back and squirmed slightly. "That feels nice too …" she muttered, smiling serenely and sighing.
James grinned happily and laughed. "Come on; remember where you are, Lily. Time to get up," he said, rubbing his hands down her back once more, clipping her top back up and climbing from his straddling position to stand by her side. Lily turned her head to look at James and for the first time ever, smiled genuinely at him.
"I may not like you very much, James Potter, but even I have to admit, that was absolutely amazing," she whispered and sat up, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"Glad I could do something useful for once," James replied, looking quite pleased with himself, and Lily laughed.
Still not quite with the norms of reality, Lily looked at James sleepily and asked, "And what else do you massage, Mr. Potter?"
James, looking stunned and taken aback, stared adoringly at Lily, and responded quietly, "Well, I can do head massages, stomach massages, lip massages …" he slipped in quickly and then added, "Anything you want, really."
Lily sat in contemplation at his words. Wanton lust was all that showed in her eyes, and guilt-worthy thoughts played like a film strip through her mind. James, starting to worry a little at Lily's funny expression, knelt hesitantly in front of her and opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong, but …
"What was the last one again?" she enquired softly as she gazed into James' concerned eyes.
James found himself lost in the depths of her glistening emerald eyes and closed the gap between them very slowly.
"Shall I show you?" he breathed throatily and Lily just tentatively placed one hand on his bare chest and closed the rest of the distance.
As soon as their lips grazed, and touched for a few moments, their arms wrapped around each other instantly and the force of the kiss became heavy, deep and hungry. Just as James slid his tongue along Lily's bottom lip …
"Oh dear God … that's disgusting - put that Mudblood down, you vile cretin!" sneered a deep, gravelly voice. A snarling and growling could be heard as the pair shot apart and turned to face the source.
Before them stood a tall, heavily built man, adorned in what looked like black metal-platted armour. His hair was long and jet black and his skin pale; a goatee beard stood out, split into three long spikes on his protuberant chin.
However, although this man was certainly terrifying, he was nothing compared to the large black Alsatian with piercing red slits for eyes and what looked like steel spikes running down the course of it's spine.
Scary, to say the least … that is until you looked at the large blood print on it's left side that depicted the immensely, somewhat degrading and dignity-blowing letters:
P U F F L E S