Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2009-08-10 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009, fic |
[FIC] Not in Love, Not Yet :: Lily/James | gift for briony_tallis
Title: Not In Love, Not Yet
Author:
Recipient: briony_tallis
Pairing: Lily/James (main), unrequited Snape/Lily, Lily/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,397
Warnings: Explicit het sex, implied femmeslash, oral, light bondage, semi-public sex, mild angst, mild hair fetishism. Underage in some places, although legal in my own country (Lily and James are both 17 here).
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Lust and pleasure is all a game to Lily, and men and women alike are toys in her game. Especially one young man named James, who is now one of Lily’s favourite toys…
Author's Notes: Hope this is something like what you wanted, dear recipient! I couldn’t quite fit in every kink you requested, but I hope there is enough here for you to enjoy! Many thanks to my beta, who wishes to remain anonymous.
The whole affair had been going on for quite some time now. Perhaps one day it would have to be brought to some kind of conclusion. Whether that conclusion would be an ending, or a new beginning, Lily Evans wasn’t sure. She hadn’t decided what would be more amusing. Or exciting. Or both…
She had started playing with James Potter, as soon as both he and she were of age, out of a desire to get back at Severus Snape. That cowardly, nasty little Snivellus. It was a grudge that Lily had carried since fifth year. Not only had that vicious-natured, sullen, greasy Snape boy had the gall to call her a Mudblood – that most unforgivable of insults for a witch or wizard born to Muggle parents – but it seems that he had, somewhere along the way, actually dared to fall in love with her! Or, more likely, lust. Lily shuddered inwardly at the sort of fantasies someone as creepy as Severus would most likely have about girls. She had once sort of liked Severus, had even considered him as someone who was worth being friends with. But he had gone and shown himself to be as bad as the kids who bullied him. If he was going to go around using foul words like Mudblood, and reveal himself to be in sympathy with the snooty idiots who thought all that nonsense about pure-bloods was worth something, then he wasn’t worth anything. And nothing was going to anger and upset Snivellus more than Lily showing some attention to the ringleader of the boys who were his bullies. Oh, Lily still hated bullying and thought that James Potter and his friends were rotten cowards. But she would find a way to get back at them for their own actions (or lack of them, in the case of Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew) some time in the future.
And, as much as she hated to admit it, Lily was using James to spite her current girlfriend Susannah, too, in a round-about and twisted way. As things stood at the moment, she cared quite a bit more about Susannah than she did about James Potter. Susannah Price, the most dangerously enticing dark beauty since Bellatrix Black had haughtily strode the halls of Hogwarts… Susannah, the seductive Ravenclaw who could almost be a Slytherin, she was so cunning and complex.
But Susannah wanted Lily to commit to something permanent, a full-time lesbian relationship. Lily couldn’t stand clingy, dependent behaviour from either females or males. And she didn’t want to give up boys entirely, even though girls were cleaner, softer and smelled sweeter when pulled close into an embrace. Lily was obsessed by cleanliness, and the male sex were more frequently dirty and untidy. That was a large part of the reason why Severus Snape was now so revolting to her! However, boys were such fun to torment, and perhaps Lily might want to have a child some day… and a man would be necessary for that, if only for a little while.
So, Lily had made James her plaything. It was remarkably easy. He’d wanted to go out with her for such a long time, and it was delightfully wicked to test him and try his patience. And once he’d fallen head over heels for her, to do more with him. All for her own pleasure, of course. It made her happy to tease and frustrate him, and leave him with no doubt at all that she was the one completely in control. She would only give him what he wanted if it suited her. Inwardly, she was laughing every time she saw his annoyed or nearly anguished face when she denied him something he truly craved. And it was equally satisfying to see the gratitude in his eyes when she finally allowed him some enjoyment.
She never gave him all the privileges that Susannah currently had, though. For example, James was fascinated by Lily’s hair. Its shimmering redness and tousled, silky texture, its warm, feminine scent… he frequently attempted to grab it, sniff it, or tangle his fingers through it soon after they started sleeping together. But Lily was having none of it. She would always jerk herself away from James’s caresses, and glare at him, or if she was truly in a rage, she would pull his own stupid, sticking-up hair until he almost yelled out loud.
“Stop it!” she would snap, her eyes blazing. “That’s what dirty little creeps do! I don’t want filthy boys pawing all over my nice clean hair! I just washed it!”
And he would back off then, looking embarrassed and ashamed, a flush all over his face as he muttered, “Sorry, Lil…” It was all she could do not to laugh wickedly, but she still smirked. This was all so funny!
She never minded when Susannah stroked, smelled or nuzzled her hair, of course.
The sex was good with James, too. Just as pleasurable as it was with Susannah, and being completely dominant over James was the very best part of all.
Lily often forced James into taking risks. They frequently had sex – Lily didn’t think of it as “making love” when it was with a male – in semi-public places, like darkened Hogwarts corridors or outside behind a wall. Lily would order James onto his knees, and slowly, tantalisingly, raise her skirt to show him that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her cunt would already be soaking wet, and her clit aching for the attentions of his tongue. He was good with that mouth of his, always managing to pleasure each of her little folds and secret places. He would moan as he breathed in the delicious intimate scent of her, and crave the touch of the auburn curls between her thighs against his face. Lily would smile as she came, purring only slightly. She never would let him know how much he pleased her, the full extent of the ecstasy he brought to her. She was the one in charge, and it would never do to lose control in front of him. And of course, Lily would never deign to go down on James in return. In her view, only submissive girls did that, and Lily would never submit to a boy or man. Not ever.
Lying now in her own bed in the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory, Lily smiled slyly as she planned for the next rendezvous between herself and James.
It would be outside on the next fine day, and they would lie together in the long grass. The soft, damp, sweet-smelling grass, and James would be stripped entirely naked. Lily, however, would keep at least her skirt on, though she might bare her breasts to tease James with the promise of letting him kiss, suck and caress them later. She would use her wand to cast a spell to bind James’s hands and feet, only with light cords though, to symbolise that he was under her will. And she would place a warning hand over his mouth to let him know that he was not to speak a word. Lily hated talking during sex; she had no time for either dirty words or silly sentimental endearments.
She would enjoy pushing James onto his back and riding his cock; Lily was always on top when she allowed James inside her, and it always felt so good. Seeing him helpless under her, his eyes wide as he struggled to stay quiet, always sent a surge of power through her entire body. It felt as though she owned him; moving teasingly over him, bending forward to let her hair temptingly tickle his face, she knew that he belonged to her utterly for those few moments of joined flesh at least. And she always made him wait to come until she herself had reached climax… Perhaps one day she would even dare to purchase one of those Muggle sex toys she’d so often read about, and show him new ways to be her plaything…
Oh, some day Lily would indeed have to decide how far she could go with James. She would have to choose whether she wanted to keep or discard him. But she was having too much fun right now to make up her mind either way.
Only one thing was certain. She wasn’t in love with James Potter. Not yet, anyway.