|springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut,|
@ 2009-03-25 16:00:00
|Entry tags:||fic, het, james/lily|
Happy Springsmut, venturous!
Title: Peace and Quiet
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: A little peek into James and Lily's home life before any pregnancy or prophesy.
Warnings: Sex (no surprise there)
Word Count: ~1,220
Author's Notes: I hope you like it! Thank you to my beta, you’re the best!
"I am James Potter. My favorite color is red and my best friend is a dog."
"Everyone knows that."
"True, but he can also turn into a dog. Now let me in; it's freezing out here!"
Lily rolled her eyes as she turned the latch. Surely no one could pretend to be as juvenile as James could be sometimes.
Instantaneously, he had his arms pulled tight around her, nearly suffocating her with an ungodly smell. Despite her struggling, he held her fast and kissed her hard. When he finally came up for air, she screamed.
"James! You smell ghastly! Augh! Let go of me!" He only grinned and pulled her closer. The putrid stench of his body odor burned her eyes. "What have you been doing?"
"Just a bit of Quidditch with the boys."
"Oh, you reek, go clean up!"
"Love you too, Darling." He took one more opportunity to kiss her before fleeing upstairs, his noxious body odor lingering in the air behind him. In that moment, Lily thought that if they ever had a child, she hoped it would be a girl. They were decidedly more hygienic.
James arrived in the den looking and smelling infinitely better. Boyish charm notwithstanding, he was unrelentingly manly. From the top of his naturally disobedient hair to the soles of his currently bare feet, he was all man, and for the past two months, he was all hers. The ceremony had been simple, yet meaningful. In the presence of God, their friends, and their families (the reluctant Petunia included), they promised to love, honor, and cherish one another for all time. Judging by the glint in James' eye, there would be more of that loving, honoring, and cherishing tonight.
His kiss was warm and soothed as much as it stirred.
"I missed you today." Her heart leapt when he said things like that.
"Missed you too." She whispered the words against his lips. They stayed that way, still and silent in each other's aura. Lily reveled in the beautiful moment of unspoken emotion.
"Oi, we have to catch the Muggle news; Kingsley might be on!" He bolted over to the telly, leaving her to contemplate how that was almost a beautiful moment of unspoken emotion.
She sat herself in her favorite overstuffed chair while he clicked through the channels until he found the evening news. He adjusted the volume before draping himself on her lap.
"James!" They fussed and fumbled until they found a position that worked for both of them.
"Kingsley's part should be up soon. Fabian told me he picked up Mulciber outside of Gorsemoor. There were some strange Muggle disappearances up there. Don't know if he'll get a trial or not. The Wizengamot is getting awfully aggressive these days."
"Yes, it is disturbing. Disturbing times." Unconsciously, she held him closer. They were living in terrible times. You-Know-Who and his lot were at it day and night. They never rested, never slept. Or if they were silent, everyone was nervous, not knowing what would come next in their grisly campaign. The constant worry wore on everyone, but sometimes, there was escape. For a moment, just a moment each night before she fell asleep, while the room was quiet and dark and their bodies cooled and pulses slowed from their lovemaking, there was peace. Complete and utter peace.
The newscaster did not take long to get to the story. For a few seconds of film, they watched an "unidentified" constable leading the baleful-looking Death Eater away. Neither spoke for a moment.
"That Kinglsey's a good man. Fabian too."
"And you wouldn't be saying that if Fabian wasn't your intermediary to the goings-on at the Ministry?" Lily smiled mischievously.
"Keep using those big words, Darling, it turns me on."
There were no questions of his intentions. The casual way he had been stroking her skin gained power and a sense of urgency. The newscaster's voice faded into the background as James turned his full attention upon her. Every touch sparked a fire in her skin. She struggled to respond; her fingers sought bare flesh under the cool cotton of his clothes. He seemed to understand and rose up to pull his shirt over his head. She watched his muscles flex and twitch as he leisurely tossed the garment aside. She knew the prat was doing it on purpose to frustrate her and draw more passion out of her.
She pulled him closer; their position on the chair was awkward. She couldn't press herself against him from her position underneath him without acrobatic training. However, kissing him was urgent, and to change position she would have to stop. Hardly an option.
He pushed her away and gripped her blouse at the hem. No drawn out tease here. She needed to be undressed, and now. Her shirt rent when he tore it off of her. Lily had become quite adept at mending blouses in her short marriage for just such a reason.
James stood up and pulled her to her feet. Lily felt like the recipient of a Jelly-Legs Jinx, but held herself well while he eased her trousers down before repositioning them both back in the overstuffed chair, this time with her on top. She laughed when he realized in his haste he forgot to remove his own trousers. Much more struggling ensued and they were both naked. Finally free of such cumbersome constraints, they could focus on each caress, each heated breath and whispered sentiment.
Lily felt him at her entrance and knew that first thrust was nearing; the anticipation brought her to an impossible point. One where she thought her heart could not beat any faster, where she thought there could not be greater pleasure. But there was. He gripped her hips and guided her down. The sudden sensation of being filled by her lover was like no other feeling in the world. She could think about it, but could never really remember what it felt like exactly until she was in the moment and it was happening. That was real, tangible, magic.
They moved together, mostly in sync. They grew more adept at it every day as they became tuned to each other’s bodies. For Lily, nothing existed beyond the small space they occupied. It never ceased to amaze her how perfect it could feel being with James. He seemed to know exactly what she needed and gave it to her without hesitation. She hadn’t known it was possible to love someone so much until now.
Her cries of ultimate pleasure were soon joined by his. Lily collapsed in his arms, utterly content. Her face was flushed; a sheen of sweat brightened her skin and dampened her hair.
"I love to see you this way." He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, the gesture taking the last of his strength. She glowed at the affirmation that this man, the only man she had truly loved, loved her.
"I love you, James, always…"
Eventually, they recovered. Clothes were located and repaired, a hearty supper provided the strength for the next round, and as Lily lay quietly in their bed, limp and sated from the latest torrent of pleasure with James, there was peace. Complete and utter peace.