Author's notes: So this chapter was quite hard for me to do because I wasn't comfortable writing a sex scene. Still I wanted it to be really good. I hope I did a good job. This scene was necessary in order to initiate the whole thing and to try to show that it has nothing to do with making love. It's all about the pleasure. Anyways my plan was to only write one such scene Firstly because I felt awkward writing it and secondly because this story does not revolve around the sex ( rather on the relationship that eventually grows from it). The next chapters will only imply that they are doing it ( so if some of you expect to read more scenes like this I'm warning you in advance that it's probably not going to happen). I have a lot of ideas for this fic but they're all jumbled up. I'm still trying to put them in order.
I've had a stressful and hard semester in college so I've been enjoying my winter break. That's why it took so long for me to put this, although it's been complete for a little while now. I disconnected myself from the internet and went at the beach and all. This chapter has a bit of foreshadowing for some of my ideas but I doubt they're helpful at this point of the story.
Chapter 2: Bedroom specialists
This was their secret; a harmful secret between two responsible adults. She didn't have to tell him that no one was to know. It was logical that it stayed so, especially that they were heads. James found that it made it all the more exciting and enticing anyways.
It was their little secret and no one else's business. Not even his friends would be filled in. Besides, James could already picture their reactions. Sirius would tell him that she was up to something. Remus would stay silent, but would give him the disapproving look that often made him change his mind. Peter, as the follower that he was, would try to flatter him by saying something like: "Man, if I could only play birds like you…" This, James knew, would only serve to infuriate him.
Starting from fifth year James had gained the reputation of, somewhat, a player. He thought it was just as well; that way any girl knew what she was getting herself into. He had always been honest about what he truly wanted, and for all James knew he had never forced anyone to do anything they didn't want. He was never one to encourage a girl's feelings for him, because he knew that it didn't go further than physical attraction on his side. He wasn't heartless.
James thought about this newly discovered side of Lily that same night. Was she used to doing this? Did he really care? Apparently he did. Not because he carried any romantic feelings for her but because it was interesting to realize that your perception of someone might have been extremely inaccurate. Was he wrong about her tendency to follow the rules? Or was it that she was trying something risky for once? Whatever it was, he wasn't complaining.
He never would have imagined her to have a mischievous side, and it was exciting to discover it. It was like looking at a very nicely wrapped present and thinking that it was one of those boring book you always get, only to unwrap it later on to find something way more interesting. Except that the fact that Lily had asked him for some sex, about a week ago, didn't seem to cross her mind at all. She went along with her business as if nothing had happened. James seemed to be thinking about it way more than she was, which he thought was weird considering she was the one to have proposed it.
It wasn't long before James started to think less about it. He had so much to do that after a week that he had practically forgotten about their agreement. Classes were harder than ever with NEWTS coming up. Head duties were time consuming and stressful, what with the growing influence of a mad man, who went by the name of Voldermort.
No one felt safe these days. Even at Hogwarts, for there were no age boundaries to join Voldermort. The prefects were called to be even more vigilant and have more weight on their shoulders than the previous years. There had only been one student attack so far, thanks to the efficiency of the new rigorous patrol schedules. James often wondered why he was chosen as head boy in such difficult times. He was very aware that he had no previous prefect experience, nor was he the most responsible of his classmates. However, it was time to own up to the title. The innocent and carefree days were over. The daily prophet was a constant reminder of that.
James felt pity for the young wizards nowadays knowing that, if things progressed in the same fashion for the next few years, they would have to grow up much faster than it was fair. As head boy he was already panicking. Two or three families, with whom he was well acquainted, had been hit. No one was safe. Purebloods, half-bloods and muggleborns were all mourning deaths, increasing at a scary paste. This did not make James feel guilty at all about their agreement. This thing with Lily he had classified instantly as a distraction, a refuge from reality, if only for an hour a week.
Sex was always a good thing. It would be his blunt in the desperate need to evade this horrible growing nightmare, in which he knew his parents were possibly primary targets. So many had already turned to drugs. He knew this because a small amount of students had been caught. It was a big enough number to suspect a lot more drug use around the school. No, sex was by far a better option. It couldn't have come at a better time. Now there was only the possibility that Lily had changed her mind, since she gave him no sign of remembering. Then again she might just be too busy to think about it considering that James happened to noticed that she had missed several meals, in the great hall, in one week.
Their first prefect meeting had been one week later, and it had been awkward at first, for him at least. James kept on expecting the prefects to realize that something was up, but really nothing had actually happened between them yet. She seemed at ease even when she addressed him. This was ridiculous, he had thought. It was time to put this aside, like she obviously did. If she wanted to make it happen she would come to him, he decided.
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It happened like the last time. He was scanning the great hall and his eyes fell on her. She was looking straight at him, with a gleam in her eyes and a smirk. He knew what that meant. She was done pretending. She wanted something to happen today, so when he arrived in the heads room after classes where over he wasn't surprised to see her there.
She was sitting sideways on the couch, her back turned away from the entrance. He knew she was aware that he was heading straight for her. He took notice of her appearance. She had taken off her shoes and her tie was loosened. She was impossibly appealing even from the back. Her hair was thrown sideways giving him full view of her exposed neck. He wondered if he could kiss it.
Letting his impulse guide him, he went down on his knees and gently placed his mouth on her creamy shoulders, pausing for her reaction. She didn't seem to mind, so he wasted no time tasting her with his tongue. His hand slowly slid around her and then crawled upward. As he started caressing her chest, she led out a very sensual moan, making him instantly hard.
While he started kissing her neck she abruptly turned around. They were face to face; now fully grasping what they were about to do. It was something else entirely to make a move again, especially now that they had eye contact. How did one make a situation like this completely natural and devoid of awkwardness? It's not that he didn't want her, it wasn't that at all. She, on the other hand, was another story. She had come to him because she had thought he was the safest choice, not because she necessarily wanted him. Did she want him? There was only one way to find out.
They stayed there staring at each other, both contemplating what to do next. He resisted averting his eyes like he wanted to, because he knew it would make this even more awkward. However, went she started licking her lips he could help but drift his eyes towards them. They were extremely red and plumb in all the right places. He could already imagine how soft they were and had an urge to bite them. Should he kiss her or would she think it inappropriate, considering the circumstances?
She impatiently crashed her lips against his, giving him no time to enjoy their softness, with her tongue immediately demanding entrance. He easily complied; their tongues instantly colliding. She was incredibly good at it. One moment she was biting his lips and the next she had her tongue grazing his upper palate, sending shivers down his spine.
The kiss became even more intense, and James did not hesitate to start touching her boldly. He went straight for her breasts again. They instantly stopped kissing; her lips parting from his to let hot breath come out of pleasure. She placed her hands on his as he massaged her breasts, putting even more pressure on them. It was such an erotic scene, with her eyes closed and her swollen lips slightly parted.
He kissed her again; his hand now sliding downwards to be fully placed on her feminine area, caressing the skirt's tissue that separated his hand from it. She arched on him, letting out a surprised moan. In no time she also had her hand exploring him. They resumed kissing as her hands slid down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt along the way.
Your room," she said, huskily, her eyes darkened by lust. With incredible agility, she wrapped her legs around him and was then, in no time, forcefully shoved against his door. They tongues tangled passionately while he fumbled with his doorknob. Her wandering hands were driving him crazy, and made the task of opening the door all the more difficult.
It took him two quick strides to reach his bed and place her on it. She laid there, looking just as drunk with lust as he was. Her hair was sprawled all over the bed, the afternoon glow caressing it and making the bed look like it was on fire. She was quite a lovely sight, but James didn't have time to enjoy the view. He wanted her, he wanted her so badly.
She wasted no time pulling him down by his belt, taking the opportunity to slip it off as they resumed kissing fervently. In his impatience he ripped her blouse, placing kisses along her neck, followed by the hollow between her breasts. Lily didn't seem to care that her blouse was in shreds as she quickly took out what was left of it. She painfully tugged on his hair to bring his head upward.
They were kissing again, and he had a hard time concentrating while she rubbed herself against him. She took his pants off, and then she slid her hands in his briefs and grabbed him without hesitation, applying fast and slow strokes. James thought he might as well die from pleasure. He stopped her before he got a little too excited, and resumed taking her bra off with expert ease.
He was on his knees above her. His briefs soon joined his pants on the floor, followed by her skirt and underwear. He was inside her now. The pace was slow at first, but soon became anything but. He rolled his eyes out of pleasure; his head placed in the crook of her shoulders.
Lily turned them around so that now she was on top. Her hips were rotating and slamming against him, as he caressed every inch of her. He couldn't take his eyes off her, especially when she took one of his hands to suck on his fingers. He didn't think it was possible to get more turned on, but then she placed his hand on her clit, moaning loudly as he played with it.
He was close to the edge, but he wasn't about to let go yet. It was as if they were competing to see who would come first, he realized. James knew he had enough self-restraint to hold for a little while longer, but she was making the task all so difficult. And she knew she was doing an incredible job; he could tell by the way she would smirk at him as his moans would grow louder…the witch.
He wasn't the only one moaning as if in pure bliss, he noted smugly. His knees were on the bed and her legs around him. He went straight for her breast, sucking and bitting her nipple as he entered her faster. Her head was thrown backward; her eyes rolling, but he wasn't done yet. He came out of her and resumed kissing her body; his mouth going further down until he was tasting her. She arched her back impressively and held his head in place. She pulled on his hair to stop him.
She was close so he penetrated her again, rocking and holding on with her until she screamed. They came together with loud moans. Exhausted, he fell back on the bed with her. After catching her breath she quickly rolled off him.
"That was…amazing," she said while getting up to gather her clothing, previously discarded on the floor. And as he watched her in awe, walking out of his room with only her knickers on, he couldn't agree more.
Sex, weed; surely all the same...