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James
They were late for dinner; but James didn’t care.
He currently had Lily sat on the edge of the desk of their shared Head Student office space and was thoroughly enjoying a proper snog.
Her knickers had long since been abandoned though, in order for him to have proper access without any hindrance. Something that he knew Lily thoroughly enjoyed as she rocked against his fingers and palm.
“God,” she moaned, the sharp edges of her nails biting into the muscles of his shoulder. “K-keep doing that.”
As if he’d ever stop.
It’d been four weeks since the attack had occurred on Hogsmeade - which meant it’d been four weeks since Lily had revealed she did want to be with him.
If James were honest with himself, it still chafed when he thought on it - that she thought she was protecting him when it came down to the dangers of the threats Voldemort released onto the Wizarding Community. That she’d assumed he wouldn’t fight for her - or other Muggleborns’ - safety and right to be in this world.
And so it had been three weeks and six days since they’d had a full-out row in the Head’s Office after they’d returned there from the Prefects bathroom.
She’d begun to justify her actions, providing statistics and numbers regarding the recent attacks that had been occurring; how many Muggleborn - or even Halfblood - witches and wizards had started to be dispelled from the Ministry - or even non-government related roles.
He understood why it was important to know this - to understand the relevance of these numbers and specifics regarding Voldemort's impact - but at the same time, James had been determined to figure out why was it relevant to them?
Why was it preventing them from being together? Why did she decide that the risks outweighed the happiness that they deserved? Without even giving him the choice?
But James knew, without pushing or asking further, she’d meant when she’d said she’d been afraid. The witch he knew to be strong, courageous, and so incredibly supportive, was afraid.
Which is why he’d let it drop at the crescendo of their fight; when the retort of Quit being so afraid! had been on the tip of his tongue, defensive anger and nerves making his chest tight.
Instead, he’d pulled her into a kiss; one that conveyed his anxiety, fear, and concern through their shared embrace. It quickly devolved from there; his mouth between her legs and his own climax following soon after hers.
Something he wished to repeat on this very table again (probably for at least the tenth time, if he counted properly) after they’d ended the Prefect Meeting and returned to drop-off the notes in their office.
“James,” she sighed, his name on her lips doing something to him.
He dropped his mouth to the side of her neck, using his free hand to shift the collar of her blouse away from her chest so that he could follow the line from her neck, to her collarbone, to the top of her right breast, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he explored. “How is it that you always feel so good , love? How can you taste better each time my tongue touches you?”
Lily moaned, rocking into his hand harder as her own reached out to thread into the tangle at the back of his head; guiding his mouth closer to the peak of her breast as she pried her shirt and bra off of it.
He used his tongue to swipe a score up the side of her breast; avoiding where he knew she wanted him to touch.
This time, her tone was much more drawn-out when she said his name in complaint.
James was unable to hide his smirk, so he nipped the side of her tit teasingly to cover it, earning a sharp gasp - followed by a moan when he quickly soothed the bite with his tongue.
“Gods, I love your mouth,” she hissed, fingers tugging in his hair.
Her compliment earned her what she wanted; he licked a long line up the center of her breast with his tongue, drawing her nipple into his mouth to play with it. “Do you?” he asked, pulling away and enjoying how she shivered as the air of his words washed over her wet peak. “Would you like it somewhere else instead, sweetheart?”
James could feel it when her cunt pulsed around him, squeezing his fingers as he curled them inside of her. “Christ, yes , please,” she murmured, her head dropped backwards and her hair falling over her shoulders and down her back.
She looked fucking stunning . Particularly in moments like these when she wasn’t worried or nervous - she was just giving . Giving herself to him, surrendering to his whim.
“What is it?” she asked, her tone breathless, raising her head to look down at him.
James realized he’d been hovering, his mouth having released her nipple and his fingers having slowed while he’d watched her. He hummed, quickly rectifying his mistake and resuming his actions with fervor. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his mouth pausing at the space between her breasts. “So bloody gorgeous, and kind, and amazing -”
“Ja- mes,” she protested with a choking laugh, arching as his palm ground into her clit.
“- and I want to make you come with this mouth that you love so much.”
Lily’s head dropped back down as she hissed, “Fuck.”
And if James didn’t absolutely love driving her to cursing, the desperate tone of her voice was going to send him over the edge - his hard cock trapped in the band of his trousers.
Flipping her skirt up over her thighs was easy enough, but the sight of his fingers inside of her caused James to groan. “Fuck, Lily, you’re so wet for me. Fucking soaked, and stunning and incredible -”
The sound of a broken laugh escaped from her. “James,” she hissed, “If you don’t -”
“Oh, don’t worry, love,” he murmured, already dropping to his knees as he situated the position of her own legs wider. He placed a series of open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh as he tugged her closer to the edge of the table.
He pressed his next kiss against the top of her slit, holding her hips still with his free hand as she jerked forward. With a little flick of his tongue, he teased her clit as he promised, “I’ll give you this mouth until you come for me.”
“Please,” she gasped, the grip on his hair tugging almost painfully.
The next swipe of his tongue was firmer, twisting expertly as he worked the motions he knew would get Lily off.
As anticipated, the tell-tale hitch of her breath caught, her body tensing as he pumped his fingers in time with the twisting of his tongue. “James.”
“That’s it, Lily,” he groaned, kissing the inside of her thighs for a brief pause as her hips rocked. “Are you going to coming for me?”
“God, James, yes -”
“Oi, you two!”
The shout from outside the door caused both of them to jerk in panic - though James was careful not to retract his fingers.
“Dinner’s already started!” Sirius’s voice snapped from behind the door. “Quit shagging and get to the Great Hall before I summon Dumbledore! Or worse, McGonagall!”
“I hate him,” Lily huffed, shuddering as James’s fingers renewed their efforts. “But we should -”
“No,” James enunciated, nipping at the sensitive flesh of her thigh. “Not until you come for me.”
“James,” she protested with a laugh, easing the grip on his hair.
“Lily,” he mocked back, eyes on her face as he swiped a long strip up the middle of her cunt. Her eyes rolled as her mouth dropped open. “We can’t have you sitting through dinner, soaked, wanting, needing my fingers or cock -”
“James -”
“- inside of you while we eat with our friends. You’re already there, sweetheart, I can feel you practically gripping me -”
“Oh, Gods,” she gasped, biting her lip as she watched him swipe another lick against her clit.
Unashamed, eager, he did it again as she watched - the bright flush of her cheeks quite telling. “I could do this forever,” he spoke against her, another lick. “You taste so fucking delicious, Lily -”
“I -”
“Yes, love, I can feel it - are you going to come for me?” He curled his fingers inside her and rocked them in a steady motion - her body began to tense, the muscles of her stomach flexing beneath her blouse as the start of an orgasm swelled over her. “ Fuck, Lily, yes.”
Her eyes closed as she curled into herself, the clutch on his hair tightening as her cunt clenched around his fingers. Her gasp was trapped in her throat as she rode it out and James -
James got to watch her as she came; his name stuck in her mouth, his fingers inside of her, and his body between her legs.
“Gods, I’d do that every day if you’d let me,” he murmured against the inside of her thigh, resting there for a minute as he watched her slowly blink open her eyes, the flush of her cheeks now spread to the top of her chest.
She smiled lazily as her eyes found his face. “Maybe I’d let you.”
Her fingers tugged him up by his hair - and he moved willingly, allowing her to pull him into a languid, heady kiss - made more intoxicating by the notion she knew it was her all over his mouth and chin.
Only when their kiss started to slow did he lean away, smirking. “I’m sure I can summon your knickers wandlessly. Here -”
“Nu-uh,” she said with her own mischievous grin, her hand dropping to the belt of his trousers. “I think we’ve got to take care of something else first -”
He fought against a full-blown grin as he rested his hand over hers, pausing their progress of undoing his zipper. “I thought we should get to dinner.”
“There’s always the kitchens,” she dismissed, making quick work of his trousers' button and reaching her hand beneath the waistband of his pants.
The breath was knocked out of him by the warm, tight squeeze of her hand.
“I want you first,” she declared.
Well, fuck , if he was going to deny her.
“I’m yours,” he promised, pulling her into another heated kiss. “I’ve been yours.”
“Good,” she murmured, using her free hand to loop around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. “Just as long as you know I’m yours, too.” She squeezed his cock tightly as she said it.
Fuck, she was going to kill him.
Lily used her knees to draw him in closer by his hips, tugging his pants down and pulling him closer so that she could line him up with her center. “Now, please,” she sighed, leaning back as she watched his cock sink in. “Show me I’m yours.”
They both groaned as he thrust forward to plunge into her completely, her head falling back and baring her throat to him. He seized the opportunity, pressing his mouth flush against her pulse point in order to focus on sucking on the skin there - and not the exquisite feeling of his cock dragging in and out of her.
Because Jesus, even though they’d done this countless times in the last few weeks, it was still a struggle not to come at the first drag of her cunt around him; tight, and wet, and hot.
The sounds she made did not help, whether it was the small hiccup that would escape from her when he took her roughly - nor the loud hitch in her breath that revealed she was close to coming.
His hips stuttered, having earned that particular sound when he’d snapped his hips forward, his hips flush against the cradle of her thighs.
“God, James,” she sighed, reaching up to thread her fingers into his hair. “I’m close -”
“I know,” he murmured against the skin of her neck, nipping gently as he pulled his hips back just enough to slam back into her. “Just hang on for me, love.”
Which, honestly, the request was laughable - he was already on a hair-trigger. But he’d learned that making demands of her, whether it was in plea or earnest, seemed to cause a reaction in her body.
As expected, she tugged at his hair to direct him back to her mouth, where they both leaned into a deep, heady kiss - interrupted by the telltale, sharp inhales. “That’s it,” he whispered, reaching down with one hand to grip onto her hip as the other found where they met, using his thumb to put pressure against her clit. “Come for me again, Lily.”
“James,” she hissed, eyes shut tight.
“Yes,” he hummed against her cheek, pressing his forehead to her hairline as he fought to keep the pace steady. “I want to feel you come around my cock, love.”
James could feel it when her orgasm rolled over her, her back arching and hips stuttered against him. Her cunt spasmed around him, squeezing him in a heavenly manner. Unable to hold off any longer, he let himself go, his own hips jerking against her as he let his own orgasm take over. His hands fell to the table on each side of her hips in order to hold himself up, moaning into her neck as the waves of pleasure bowled him over.
She’d used the opportunity to raise her arms around him, one threading behind his back while the other wove around his shoulders, keeping him flush against her.
Nearly dizzy, he wrapped one arm around her in return, keeping one palm settled against the table to keep himself steady.
“I -” love you nearly escaped, but James absolutely knew with certainty this wasn’t the most opportune moment. “You’re brilliant.”
Lily snorted against her collarbone, the movement resulting in her unintentionally squeezing her inner muscles around his cock.
He jolted, a sound escaping his throat as his eyes rolled backward. “Easy,” he chastised once he managed to regain his breath.
She pressed an open mouthed kiss against his sternum, squeezing again. “Or what?”
James groaned, the tone inhumane. His hand pinched at her waist, drawing her closer. “Or we’ll never make it to dinner.”
“The kitchens,” she reminded him, pressing another kiss against his exposed chest. Her hips rolled gently, earning her another weak sound from his chest.
Unapologetically, he nipped at her neck till she shied away from his teeth. “You’re going to take my life, you know,” he reprimanded.
“I suppose it’d only be karmic,” she murmured against him. He swore he could feel her lips smile against his skin.
“What’s that mean?”
She pulled away so that he could see her face, her lips pursed to keep from smiling. “You saved my life - I take yours.”
“I’m not sure that’d be karmic,” he responded quietly, nipping at her lips next. “But I wouldn’t complain.”
Lily laughed, replying with a quick peck against his lips.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of her, though his cock hadn’t technically softened as he cleaned them up, summoning her knickers wandlessly like he promised earlier.
James kissed her knee as he stooped to loop them around her ankles, slipping them up her smooth legs until he reached the top of her thighs. She slid off the table, allowing him to settle the bands of her knickers at her hips, the fabric of her skirt hiding his hands from view.
“Trust me, though,” he murmured, still kneeling before her. One hand slid to her arse in order to knead the flesh there, with the other moved to her front, brushing his knuckles against where he knew she was still sensitive.
Lily shuddered, eyes fluttering shut against his touch. “Trust you for what?”
“Trust me when I say that you letting me touch you makes me feel like I’ve been the one saved,” he murmured - cringing as soon as the words escaped him.
Just as he’d expected, Lily threw her head back and laughed, reaching out to grab him by his tie and haul him up as her body shook with laughter. “You’re absolutely mad,” she huffed between laughs, leaning up to kiss him.
“I’m yours though, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “I suppose I’ll keep you,” she confirmed, pressing another kiss against his lips.
“So I’m not the only mad one, then.”
Lily laughed again, shoving him away but keeping a hold on his tie to have him follow. “Shut it, Potter.”
He bent down to nip at the hand that gripped his tie, drawing an offended gasp from her. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding very sorry as he followed her out the door.
“Would you want a detention for attacking another student?” she tossed over her shoulder with a smirk.
“Would you be monitoring the detention?”
“And if I were?”
“I’d be sure to absolutely be on my best behavior,” he said earnestly, catching up to slide a hand around her waist as they fell into step.
Her elbow nudged at his side. “Something tells me that wouldn’t be the case.”
“I’d only be doing what you wanted.” It was impossible to keep the smirk from his mouth.
She looked up at him from the corner of her eye, her brow narrowed. “Would you now?”
“Of course,” he said easily, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek, before bringing his mouth to her ear in order to whisper, “I’d repeat what I’d just done back on the desk in our office. But I’d make sure to take up the entire length of detention. Serving my sixty minutes by using my mouth where you wanted me to the most.”
Lily used her elbow to shove him away completely this time, her face flushed as she fought to keep the pleased smile from her mouth. “You are incorrigible.”
“Only for you,” he admitted openly, freely.
She laughed again, begrudgingly allowing him to thread his fingers through hers in order to tug her closer. He pressed another lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth as they continued on towards the Great Hall.
It suddenly struck him in a daze - not for the first time - as they entered the Great Hall together, hands clasped. She was his ; he could now show his affection freely. She wanted him.
“Finally,” Sirius complained as they sat down at the table among the shared space their respective friends now were accustomed to occupying amid the Gryffindor students. The only space available was between where Sirius and Marlene had sat. James took the seat beside his best mate, while Lily slid in between himself and Marlene.
Sirius raised an elegant brow. “Have you finished your -”
Lily leaned around James to cut in with a quiet, unrepentant response of “-Head duties?”, a wry smile across her face as her eyes shined mischievously.
“Fucking disgusting,” Sirius hissed, though James could tell that the wizard was trying his damnedest not to laugh outright at the unexpected retort from Lily.
Their friends continued chatting, unaware, and James took a drink from his goblet to cover his own pleased grin.
Lily leaned against him, tilting her chin in. Instinctively, James angled his head down curiously for what she might whisper.
Her hand slid to his shoulder, her breath gentle against his ear. “I was just thinking. For your detention, your idea wouldn’t really be your punishment, would it?”
James glanced around surreptitiously, grateful to find none of their friends paying close attention. He took another sip of his water and hummed for her to continue.
“I think it’d be more punishing if my mouth was on you , would it not?”
James spluttered, the water he’d just taken into his mouth spraying the table as he worked to collect himself.
“Jesus, mate!” Sirius crowed, immediately leaning away. “The food!”
“Come on,” Meadowes complained from across the table, already pulling out her wand to dry the mess.
“Sorry,” James coughed, covering his mouth as he choked against the water that was trapped in his windpipe. Lily was rubbing at his back, padding gently to try and help expel what was caught in his throat.
Glaring, he turned to look at her, finding her watching him with a pleasant smile - with that same mischievous glint in her eye. “You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
She shrugged, handing him a napkin in order to wipe his chin. “I never said I wasn’t.”
“Is this really how you want to play this game?” he asked in a low murmur.
Lily took a dainty sip of her own goblet in response.
A wave of thrill crashed over him. She was his.
He’d absolutely make sure she regretted teasing him. Wicked plans were already forming in his mind as he continued to narrow his eyes at her. She winked.
Oh, yes, he thought. He’d find ways to make sure she regretted teasing him. His hand reached out to settle against the top of her thigh, feeling the muscles tense beneath this palm.
Her own eyes narrowed suspiciously as he tightened his grip for a brief moment. “I’m going to enjoy detention then,” he murmured into her ear.
Her jaw clenched, her eyes flickering down as he pulled back, her gaze dropping to where his lips were set in a smirk. “I’m going to enjoy you.”
He nearly choked at her quick response, his heart stuttering as he considered the witch in front of him, another wave of disbelief washing over him. She wanted him. It was still an impossible reality.
James leant forward to press another kiss to her cheek. “Good thing we have ages, then.”
Her eyes were bright when he pulled back, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I -”
“Enough with the bloody flirting,” Sirius scoffed, interrupting. “Haven’t we been tortured enough as it is?”
“We have,” Lily confirmed, wand already in hand. “Thank you for pointing this out, Black.”
Sirius opened his mouth to respond - but nothing came out. He immediately turned, outraged, and pointed a finger at Lily.
“Ah, mate,” James cut in sympathetically, though he struggled to remain serious. His chest was nearly bursting with happiness, pleased with how well Lily could divert Sirius’s jabs and taunts. “Seems like you lost your voice. Better have some pumpkin juice to help soothe it.”
If he hadn’t been Silencio’d, James knew which type of words Sirius would’ve been spitting.
Lily sighed contently. “See? Torture over. I’m starving. Marlene, can you hand me the pudding?”
James watched as Lily accepted the dessert from her friend, dishing up some of the sweet pudding onto her own plate before offering it to James, her smile genuine and just for him.
I love you.
It was on the tip of his tongue, ready to escape without his consent. He wasn’t ready to say it aloud yet, his fear and doubt still prevalent in the forefront of his mind.
But soon. He’d say it to her soon, he knew.
He thought about the newlines in the Daily Prophet, the construction still taking place in Hogsmeade.
“If this is going to happen regardless, then I want to at least be happy - with you,” she had said to him in the Hogsmeade Community Garden.
James knew with his entire being he was damn sure he was going to make her happy, for however long they had.
So instead of accepting the pudding from her, instead of saying I love you before he was ready, he kissed her in the Great Hall, unbothered by the rise of complaints and ew’s that rose up around them (unbothered, because all of their mates had practically echoed Finally! when he and Lily had revealed their relationship).
“Thank you,” he said instead, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of her mouth, tasting chocolate and thoroughly enjoying it.
Lily’s cheeks were pink, her smile pleased. “Of course,” she murmured, her voice genuine and sincere - as if perhaps she understood what he was implying.
A small piece of the weight from his fear and doubt lifted.
He could only hope that perhaps the weight of whatever doubt she held of her own lifted, too. Otherwise, James already knew he’d spend years chipping away at it until it was gone completely.