Amarissa felt the bed sink just a bit underneath their combined weight, the blanket shifting as they started to press further in against the bed. She felt warm and comfortably and entirely too relaxed against the press of James. She could the brush of worn denim sliding just slightly over her skin, over her shins and knees as the distance between them was slowly closed. As James wrapped one arm around her, she moved her own fingertips through James' hair once more, before letting it slide down, over the flesh of his neck and the fabric of his jumper, just feeling at the line of his body.
It was almost odd the way the worries that had plagued her since he had entered the house had seeped slowly out of her body. She couldn't be bothered to concern herself with whether or not they were too close was a valid issue any longer. And it would be. Perhaps tomorrow afternoon or the day after, when she wasn't entrenched in this moment any longer. When she could recall the stern warning Hector had given her about becoming too involved, about letting her rational be disturbed by emotion and connections she had made with the job she was supposed to be working on, she would undoubtedly reflect upon the fact that she had let James Potter grow far, far too close. But for now, it wasn't something that was lingering in the back of her mind. The only thing that mattered now was the slide of his tongue against her own, and the way that his hand was resting easily against the indent of her waist.
Amarissa let out a soft breath when James' mouth moved away from her own. Her eyes were still lowered, barely open, and her lips remained parted. They felt almost sensitive after losing the pressure of his, and she wet them a bit with the tip of her tongue. As James began to trace her skin downwards, she shifted ever so slightly, allowing him to move as he pleased, exposing more skin. She could almost feel the soft sound he made against her neck, the breath of it spreading over her neck. When he recaptured her mouth, and teased at her lower lip, Amarissa couldn't help her slightly sharp intake of breath nor the uneven exhale that followed.
When James started to move on the bed and began to guide her body slowly against his, she didn't falter or hesitate. Instead, she moved fluidly to continue to press in against him. Her fingertips tucked in just underneath the collar of his jumper, tracing at the warm skin hidden beneath it in a languid manner.