[FIC] Housewarming: James/Lily :: gift for ak_alterego Title: Housewarming Author: Recipient:ak_alterego Pairing: James/Lily Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 2279 Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: James and Lily christen their new home. Author's Notes: Thanks to my great beta for all her support. :)
It was early evening when the young newlyweds Apparated onto the lawn of the modest two-story cottage in Godric's Hollow. Fresh from a weeklong honeymoon in Scotland, they were still giddy with excitement; the striking green-eyed auburn-haired bride held onto her dark-haired, hazel-eyed husband as she looked up in awe at the home that was now theirs.
The bride wore jeans which fit her slender, athletic frame very well – as her husband frequently reminded her with none too subtle pinches on her behind – and a dark green sweater. On her left ring finger was a simple silver band of Celtic design, with her and her new husband's initials engraved on the inside. Her hair hung in soft thick waves around her face and a little past her shoulders. Her husband frequently put his hands in her hair and tickled the back of her neck, and she made a contented purring sound, like a cat.
"You smell delicious," he said. He curled a lock of hair behind her ear and then nibbled the soft part of her earlobe. She nudged him with her elbow, even as a happy blush crept over her cheeks.
"Look at the house, will you? It's beautiful," she said.
"No, you're beautiful." His voice was firm and resolute. When she turned to look at him, his eyes were trained on her face with such intensity that she felt her knees weaken.
"I can't believe it's ours," she said, still talking of the cottage even as she gazed into her husband's eyes.
He took her in his arms, hands firmly planted on the curve of her bottom. "I can't believe you're mine," he said.
"You'd better start believing it Potter, because you're stuck with me." She smiled. She parted her lips, which were painted a soft, barely noticeable pink, and he took her face in his hands and kissed her so hard it knocked the wind out of her lungs.
"Forever, Evans," he said, with a triumphant grin as he yanked her closer.
She shook her head, held up her hand and fluttered her fingers in front of him. "Not any more I'm not."
He bent down, curled his arm around her legs and scooped her up. She shrieked with laughter, and he kissed her. She put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Home, James," she said.
"My pleasure," he answered, and then he carried her up the stone walkway. He murmured a soft incantation and then the dark wooden front door opened. Stepping inside the front room, they were met with piles of cardboard boxes massed around one very large, and very new leather sofa.
"Where did that come from?"
"You like it?"
She crinkled her nose as he set her down. "It looks expensive."
"It's from my parents," James said. He curled a finger under her chin and tilted her head up. "But we can take it back if you want, and get something else."
"Nonsense, if it's from your parents we're keeping it," she answered with finality. She ruffled his messy fringe with her light, slender fingers. She kissed his chin. "I love it."
"And I love you, Lily."
Lily arched her hips forward and into the growing bulge in his trousers. "Oh, I know you do," she cooed with raised eyebrows. James growled and picked her up and carried her toward the sofa, with their lips locked together. He gently set her down and then while she watched expectantly, her hair spilling around her face, he slipped out of his shoes and pulled his sweater over his head.
Her mouth watered at the sight of his bare chest, well-defined from years of playing Quidditch. "Very nice," she remarked, sliding her tongue along her lower lip. Then her eyes dropped to his waist. Her crotch throbbed in anticipation, and she lightly brushed her fingers between her legs. "Take them off."
James shook his head. His eyes fell to her chest. "Nope, it's your turn. You know the rules."
Lily pouted, but nevertheless she sat up and yanked the sweater impatiently over her head. She tossed it casually on the floor, and then she kicked off her shoes.
"Blimey, I love you."
Lily laughed as she eyed his erection which was now threatening to push right through his dark brown corduroy trousers. "Show me how much," she said.
With a glint in his eyes, James unfastened the belt at his waist and pulled down the zip. His eyes never left her face as he pushed the trousers below his waist and let them pool at his ankles. He wore dark burgundy boxer shorts, presently tented by his raging erection. Any second it would poke through the opening.
"Very impressive, I like it." As she spoke, Lily worked the buttons on her blouse and then peeled it away to reveal her breasts cradled in a dark green silk bra bordered with lace. It was cut very low and barely covered her nipples, which were standing at attention beneath the thin fabric. James's jaw dropped, and she had to stifle a laugh. "I assume you approve of the color choice?" she quipped, rolling her fingers over the hard beads.
"It's bloody fantastic."
"You always said you liked how I looked in green."
"Lil, I like how you look in everything. Especially when you're in nothing at all."
"The same goes for you, I might add." Lily pointed at his boxers, and then gestured for him to take them off. He did, and his cock sprang to attention in all its glory. He began to stroke it lightly and tilted his head in her direction, eyeing her jeans.
"All right, you asked for it."
Lily unfastened her jeans and then stood up to peel them off. She enjoyed the look on James's face as it went from pleasure to shock to pure lust at the sight of the barely-there matching silk knickers. His eyes went dark and his jaw set. He growled.
"Sweet Merlin, where did you find those?"
"From that shop in London you're always ogling but claim you don't," Lily said with a wink. Then she turned around, and a low moan escaped James's throat when he saw the thin sliver of fabric that left her supple, ivory white buttocks on full display. She bent at the waist, and shook her bottom at him. "Like it?"
"Shit, I'm the luckiest bloke on the bloody planet."
"You bet your fantastic arse you are." Lily stood up. But before she could turn around, James grabbed her from behind and brought her back to the sofa where he set her down on her stomach and climbed on top of her. He kneaded her buttocks with his hands while his cock slid along the crevice. He grunted, and she raised her hips just enough to slide her hand between her body and the couch. Poking her clit, she rolled her finger slowly around the throbbing bead and moaned against the rising wave of heat that threatened to crash over her.
"Do it already, would you?" she said, her voice laced with impatience. She was so wet she could hardly stand it. She needed James inside her; she craved the sensation of his swollen cock sliding against her hot silken walls as she clenched him and he rode her to climax.
Finally he pulled away the knickers. With one hand curled around her still-covered breast to anchor her and the other around her taut stomach, James gave a resounding thrust and entered her so quickly that she gasped for air. She never quite caught her breath again, but it was worth it. James raised her hips and continued to pound into her, his own breath coming in short, labored bursts. Colors swam in front of her eyes, milky and fluorescent, and her insides seemed ready to explode.
"Oh my God, I love you, James!" she screamed. She grabbed onto the arm of the sofa with her free hand while her other hand continued to work feverishly on her clit. Her hair flew around her face and some of it got in her mouth, but she was breathing too erratically to spit it out.
"Show me how much, love. Right now, show me how much." James lifted her hips and withdrew his cock all the way to the tip, and then re-entered her at a steeper angle. His hips went into overdrive, almost doubling in frequency, and she went spiraling down. She lost all conscious thought and focused only on the erotic sensations flowing out of her.
"How's that?" she breathed as she dropped onto the sofa with exhaustion. James followed after he'd spilled himself inside her. The room, not to mention the sofa, was thick with the smell of sex and sweat, and the lingering scent of Lily's floral perfume. She felt James smile against the back of her neck as he nuzzled her. He rolled onto his side and spooned her from behind, peeling away the green satin bra to cup her breasts in his hands. He curled one leg over hers.
"Fantastic," he said. "Have I told you lately that you're the best sex I've ever had?"
Lily smiled. "Not today, no, but it's always nice to hear. Now how do you suppose your parents will feel about how we've christened their expensive leather sofa?" She put her hands on top of his, guiding them in slow circles around her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, and she moaned.
James chuckled. "What they don't know won't hurt them," he said. "Meanwhile, we've got about six more rooms to work on. Where should we go next?"
"Well, I've always wanted to try the kitchen…"
"Brilliant. I love countertop sex."
"When have we ever done countertop sex?" Lily arched an eyebrow. There was an uncomfortable pause, during which she felt James squirm uncomfortably. Then she grinned. "Relax, James. I'm just having you on."
"I'm going to get you for that one, Evans!"
"It's Potter, thank you very much," Lily quipped, and then she found herself being hoisted into the air and carried into the kitchen with James's eager cock bouncing against her leg. He set her on the counter. "Why is that so hard for you to remember?"
"What?" James's fingers trailed down her chest, smoothing over her breasts. He averted his eyes and bent to kiss her neck.
"Why do you keep calling me Evans? I'm a Potter now. James, look at me." Lily was insistent.
"I don't know, I'm just used to it," James shrugged noncommittally. His hand dropped between her legs, and he began to stroke her thick, curly auburn hair. For a moment Lily gave in to the pulsing heat that emanated from his touch, but then she gingerly moved his hand away.
"James..." she prodded. James looked up and she was taken aback to see tears welling in his eyes. An ache opened in her chest. "Merlin, what is it?"
"Nothing, its rubbish. Forget it."
"It's not rubbish and I'm not forgetting it. Tell me."
James leaned close, his lips slightly parted, and traced his mouth slowly over her throat. He pushed open her legs and nudged her with his cock, yet he didn't move to penetrate her. "I don't deserve you, Lily."
"Now that is rubbish." Lily took his chin firmly in her hand and kissed him. She curled her arms around his back, sliding her hands over his behind. James moaned, and kissed her back. But then he pulled away.
"Honestly. I've been a prick the entire time you've known me. And yet here you are, my wife." His voice cracked on the last word, and he swallowed. "How in bloody hell did that happen?"
"It happened because I fell in love with you, and you aren't a prick. At least, not all the time." She winked. "You're brave, loyal, and intelligent, and you have a great arse. Plus you have gorgeous eyes."
He frowned. "Funny."
"Seriously, James – I. Love. You. Nothing else matters. The past is the past. Besides, I haven't exactly been an angel myself, either."
"Well thank Merlin for that," James retorted with a mischievous grin, and then he took hold of her thighs and tugged her closer so that his cock filled her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles. Fisting her hands in his hair, she yanked his head down and forced his mouth open to slide her tongue between his teeth.
"Now, what's my name?" she hissed.
"Lily. Evans. Potter." James punctuated each word with a slow kiss. Then his hips gave a resounding jerk and he shot his seed into her with a protracted moan of pleasure.
Lily smiled. "And don't you forget it," she said. She dropped her hand to her clit, but was thwarted by her husband, who moved her arm away and knelt down to put his head between her legs. With slow measured strokes he swept his tongue around inside her.
"Sweet Merlin, you are so amazing," he murmured, his voice vibrating against her. Then he wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and drew back with the slightest tug and a low grunt. Lily came, and then she started to slide off the counter until he caught her in his arms and kissed her. He tasted like a mixture of both of them, and it turned her on like nothing else.
"Take me upstairs," she ordered breathlessly. "Never mind. Take me on the stairs."
James laughed. "I knew there was a good reason I married you, Potter," he said, and then he lifted her off the counter and carried her away.