Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2009-08-22 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009, fic |
[FIC] Part of his Charm :: James/Lily | gift for the community
Title: Part of his Charm
Author:
Recipient: gift for the community
Rating: R
Pairing: James/Lily
Wordcount: ~3,000
Warnings: None, really.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Lily found, more often than not, her eyes were wandering. She certainly didn't intend to spend so much time looking at James Potter in that thoughtful way she'd developed, but her eyes, apparently, had other plans. Like now, for instance. She was supposed to be working on an essay for transfiguration, but she was watching the quartet of them instead.
Remus knew she was watching; he had that soft, knowing smirk on his lips. It had become something of a game to her, to see how long she could watch (and realize she was watching) before Remus caught on. Frankly though, he caught on with uncanny alacrity most of the time. Peter was oblivious as usual, and Sirius ... she never could tell with Sirius. She was guessing, from the set of his shoulders, he was aware and displeased.
Lately, he'd been a lot ... well, bitchier to her than usual. While she did wonder about it, she didn't think it was anything worth venturing too deeply into. It was Sirius, for pity's sake; his mood seemed to shift at the drop of a hat.
Her eyes lingered then on James. She studied his profile, the way his hair was flopping in all directions, how even now his hand ran backwards through it, mussing it further. She had to press a hand to her mouth to stifle the soft giggle, but apparently it hadn't been enough. Remus' smirk tugged into a grin and James' hazel eyes found her own. He grinned, that cocky, self-assured half-grin he had.
The one that she, for some reason, was starting to find ... charming.
A faint blush colored her cheeks before she returned her eyes to her book. Shaking her head at herself, she stole a few more glances at him, but he wasn't looking back any of the time she'd looked at him. Eventually, she'd headed up to bed; she did have an early class, after all.
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"All right, Evans?"
James' voice held an unusual note of concern, and Lily jerked slightly as she eased away from the wall. "Fine," she muttered as she swept her hands over her hair, smoothing it back.
He didn't believe her, and he lifted a brow slightly. "Who was it?" he inquired, his voice low.
She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. One of the usual suspects, I'm sure."
Unsurprised, James nodded. "Need an escort then? Back to the safety of the lions' den?" Whether it had been a Slytherin's idea of a prank, or an actual attack against her, James really didn't want her roaming about alone.
Lily laughed softly, shaking her head again. "I'm sure I can make it back on my own, Potter, but thank you all the same." She studied him for a moment, waiting for the joke, the quip, the attempt to make a pass at her, and she was moderately perplexed when it didn't happen. "I am fine, James," she said.
"Do you even want to go back to the commons?"
She glanced away, lifting one shoulder in a half-shrug. "No, I suppose not."
"Come for a walk with me then. Just a walk!" he said, holding up his hands in defense before she could try to turn it into something else. He'd had a lot of time to think over the summer, and now as the season drifted toward winter, he thought he was starting to see a bit of payoff. Lily didn't snap quite so quickly at him. Didn't turn him away as blithely as before. Seemed, maybe, to be a little more interested in him.
Not that anyone shouldn't be interested in him, mind, but it was about time Evans had finally started to come 'round.
"Just a walk," Lily agreed.
In a gesture that surprised her as much as it likely surprised him, she found herself reaching for his hand. When she felt the warm strength of his fingers lacing with hers, she tilted her chin to gaze up at him. He was smirking, yes, but there was something beneath it. Something softer. Something she hadn't seen before. "So where are we walking to?" she murmured.
James licked his lips and shook his head. "I dunno," he said. "Anywhere you fancy?"
"Somewhere ... quiet," she decided.
She tried to ignore exactly how smug he looked at that. She couldn't even deny that their thoughts had ventured in the same direction - why else would she be venturing somewhere quiet with him?
That had been the first time she'd snogged him, though it was far from the last.
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Her robes were in a pile somewhere beside or behind her, and James' hands were under her shirt, groping, gripping, squeezing her breasts. Her lips were swollen, her breath was coming in harsh pants, and she was incredibly aware of the hard length of him pressed against her thigh, even through the layers of clothing that remained.
Soon, she kept telling herself. Soon, soon she'd do something about that. It wasn't as though he hadn't dropped enough hints, but she wasn't ready for that yet.
Tilting her head, she pressed her lips once again to his, hands skating over his bare chest as he rocked his hips slightly against her. "Lily," he mumbled against her mouth. "Lils, please," he whispered. She had to be close to caving. Soon, he was certain, he'd feel her hand or - Merlin forbid - her lips wrapping around his achingly hard cock. Soon, she'd have to give in to him. She'd gotten this far, if she'd only go just a bit farther!
James shuddered as he felt one of her hands moving down his body, pausing at the fastens of his trousers. "Lily," he begged against her mouth as he kissed her harder, pressing his body to hers to press her toward the wall. "Yes," he hissed softly, though the hiss dissolved into a low groan of protest as she moved her hand away.
"Maybe next time," she whispered against his mouth before she bit down on his lower lip.
"Lils, c'mon," he groaned as he drew his head back enough to regard her in the scant light of the deserted corridor. "We don't have an on-off switch. You can't just ..." he gestured a little. "Then walk away!"
"Can't I?" She grinned as she ducked out from between him and the wall, straightening her clothing as she did so. "Goodnight, James."
He shifted to lean against the wall she'd just left, one hand moving to adjust his trousers. He stroked himself a bit through the fabric before he gave up. Sneaking his hand inside his pants, he curled his fingers around himself, stroking and tugging until he came to thoughts of her.
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James curled his fingers around the note. He'd read it at least four dozen times - not that there was much of it to read - and he was convinced the clock was moving backwards.
Saturday night, midnight. Make sure the room's empty.
His eyes skipped over the words again, and he thought if this was a joke, he was going to go completely crazy, and he'd refuse to be held responsible for his actions after that point.
Around ten, he'd headed up to make sure the room was tidy - and to make sure Sirius hadn't set any surprises for him. The room was empty, and come to think of it, he hadn't seen Sirius since dinner. Maybe he was off sulking somewhere ...he'd been doing that a lot, lately. Especially when James started talking about Lily. He couldn't figure it out, and Sirius wasn't sharing. James was certain Remus knew, but Remus wasn't talking, either.
Shrugging off the thoughts, James tried to entertain himself until midnight - it was easy enough to recall their prior adventures. From when she'd finally stroked him off a few months back, to when she'd sucked him off a few weeks back. When she'd finally let him get his hand under her skirt, the way she'd felt, the way she'd tasted on his fingertips.
The minutes stretched into eternity, though as the hour drew closer he started to entertain himself with fantasies of what would happen tonight. Surely, surely tonight would be it. Tonight she'd come to him. Tonight he'd be able to shag her. It wasn't such a surprise then that when she actually did come into the room, he was half-hard in anticipation.
"Didn't think you were coming," he said.
"That remains to be seen," Lily quipped in return before she shut and locked the door behind herself. It was bad enough that she was doing this; if she got caught, she'd be mortified. It was not something a Head Girl should be doing - not even with the Head Boy. Or rather, especially not with him.
For a moment his brow furrowed in confusion before he grinned. "Suppose it does," he returned before he sat up. "You look nice," he commented softly as his eyes drifted slowly down her body, taking her all in. Her hair was hanging loose over her shoulders, framing her face. She was dressed in a low-necked shirt over a shorter skirt, and he wondered if she'd walked through the commons like that.
And if that mattered. Who would have been down there to see it, anyway?
He slipped off the bed and stepped over to her, slipping his arms around her to simply hold her for a moment. "You know you don't have to," he said softly, a little surprised at himself. Why on Earth would he be offering her an out so readily?
"James," Lily began patiently. "Have you ever known me to do anything I didn't want to do?"
"What was I thinking?" he returned with a faint smirk before he tilted his head to claim her lips softly. He'd kissed her before - loads of times - but somehow, this was different. More charged, somehow - maybe because he knew what was on the agenda for the evening. "Lily," he whispered against her mouth. "Lily, I love you," he breathed.
"I know," she returned softly, pressing her kisses along his jaw to his ear, biting the lobe softly before she whispered back against his ear. "And I love you, James."
He groaned, his entire body shuddering. Lily Evans loved him. Lily Evans was in his room. Lily Evans was going to have sex with him, and someday, if everything went like he intended, Lily Evans would be Lily Potter, and be completely his. Even as he thought that, he was aware of his hands slipping beneath her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he moaned a little as his fingertips skated along her bare breasts, finding her nipples. Pinching them softly, he smiled as he felt them responding.
Drawing away from her slightly, he slipped out of his shirt, then tugged hers off over her head. He continued to move back toward his bed, watching intently as she followed. Sweet Merlin, she was beautiful. She had this gleam in her eyes, too, predatory and playful, fiery and spirited, and all things uniquely Lily. When he felt the bed bumping against the backs of his legs, he sat down on it. Shucking his trousers and pants, he scooted back and watched her.
Lily shed her skirt and knickers, biting lightly at her lower lip as she regarded James for a moment. He was handsome. Charming even. She'd rather made up her mind a bit ago that if he proposed she'd say yes ... but she also thought he'd wait until they were done with school to ask officially. But those were thoughts for another time, another day. Right now, she didn't want to think. She just wanted to feel.
Climbing onto the bed, she straddled his waist, gazing down at him. "Going to let me be on top then?" she quipped lightly, though her mirth was short lived as, in a tangle of limbs and a squeal from her, James reversed the situation.
"You were saying?" he murmured as he stared down at her, meeting and holding her gaze with his own.
Lily laughed, tipping her head back and baring her throat. The laughter dissolved into a soft groan as she felt James' lips and teeth caressing her, nipping at her skin. She almost thought to tell him not to leave a mark, but why not? It wasn't as though the entire school didn't know they were going together. Half their classmates already had them engaged, so what did it matter, really, if James left a bruise on her throat?
Her arms wrapped around him, her hands pressing lightly to his back as she felt him positioning himself over her. She felt the throbbing heat of his bare cock pressing against her thigh, and she knew it was only a matter of moments before she'd feel the hard length of him pressing into her.
James was hardly able to believe that at long last Lily was here, in his bed, beneath him. That she was going to have sex with him, after months of fooling around, a few blowjobs, and a dozen or so handjobs. Still, he hesitated. "Sure?" he mumbled, his voice a little strained.
"I'm sure, James," she breathed. "I want you inside of me," she assured him, her eyes searching his in the dimness of the room. She saw him nod, his shaggy hair briefly covering his eyes as he gazed down between them. She felt his hand fumbling about a bit, felt the head of his cock rubbing against her wet slit before she felt him find the entrance. Her body jerked as he sank into her, jaw clenching against the soft cry that threatened. She'd known it was going to hurt the first time, and she gasped a little as she fought for breath.
"All right?" he said softly, pausing. He felt bloody wonderful, but she didn't seem to quite be there yet - though it was damnably hard to think with her wet heat surrounding his aching cock.
"Y-yeah," she said, a faint trace of the pain in her voice. "First time, is all," she pointed out. "It'll pass," she promised. "Just ... just hold still a second."
"Lils," he protested. "Not sure I can manage..."
"If you want to do this again, you'll manage," she returned. The pain was easing though, leaving a slightly dull ache as she felt herself stretched around him. Shifting her hips slightly, she wiggled a bit to let him work a little deeper into her, and oh. Oh yes. Lily tightened her arms around him, nodding slightly. "Good," she breathed.
James nodded, assuming that was the same as 'go ahead' and go ahead he did. He pressed himself forward until he was completely buried inside of her before lifting his hips away to draw back. As he established a slow rhythm - as much so he wouldn't come too soon as it was to let her adjust to him inside of her - he was aware of her doing something with her legs. It wasn't until he felt her heel pressing to the back of his thigh that he'd worked out what she was doing. The change of angle was bliss though; he could sink in so much deeper.
She was moving beneath him, encouraging him with her body, with soft gasps, with quiet noises, and he was moving a little faster above her. "Not going to last," he managed to pant out.
"Didn't expect you to," she returned, and James was pleased to note that her voice sounded a little tight as well. Maybe she was close. Doing his best to hold the rhythm, he shifted his weight to brace it on one hand as he moved the other between their bodies. Drawing back a little, he started thrusting in shallow strokes as his fingers slipped through the wet tangle of curls to find her clit. It was a familiar place for his hand, and it was easy enough to find the tiny bundle of nerves, to start working at her as he continued to thrust against her.
It wasn't long at all before Lily started to buck beneath him, her breathing quick, those soft, high noises that always preceded her orgasm parting her lips. "Oh god, oh god, James!" she cried out as she came. His eyes widened as he felt her inner muscles clenching around his cock, pulsing in synch with her release, and then her heartbeat, though by that point he'd already come inside of her, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into her.
He had never in his life felt anything as amazing as that, and he gazed down at Lily in awe. Her face was flushed, slightly sweaty, with strands of her hair sticking to her cheeks, but she'd never been more beautiful to him.
Slowly, he eased out of her, off of her, and he didn't miss the slight noise she made, the way her body jerked when he slipped free of her. Stretching out on his bed, he gathered her into his arms. He wished she could stay, because to fall asleep like this, with her here, would be a perfect end to the evening, but he knew she couldn't stay.
They did lounge like that for a bit though before she reluctantly wiggled away from him. A few cleaning spells were cast before she redressed, and he smiled lazily at her. "See you, Evans," he murmured as he burrowed himself beneath his covers, a sated grin on his lips.
"See you, Potter," she replied, a grin quirking her own lips before she eased out of his room. She hesitated outside for a moment, her grin softening to a smile before she started toward the stairs. She had no idea what time it was, nor was she overly concerned with it. She was pleased, and he was pleased, and for the moment, that was all that mattered in the world - that they were happy.