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i was built to kill, conquer & destroy
but for you, i’d love & build a world for us.
“Look I’m fine, please can we just drop it.”
“I’m not really sure why you asked me to come with you…”
“Because you’re good at this stuff ... impressing boys in a non-slutty way.”
“I’m very hungover right now and your shrill voice is enough to put me in a coma, so can you please shut up?”
“It’s fun watching you struggle, though.”
James raised her body making the girl to sit in one writing desk, he wasn’t thinking straight anymore, placing one of his hand on her tigh he squeezed it making his way up under her skirt, the other hand resting in theside of her ribcage as he deepened the kiss.
Mia was almost acting out of pure instinct. Her body moved with his, her breaths were short and filled with the near pleasure she knew she was about to receive. Pulling away for a moment, Mia ripped her top off, wearing only her plain black bra underneath. If she was going to not think for once, she was damn going to enjoy herself.
“Ugh,” Lara narrowed her eyes as she feigned an offended look. “As true as that is, it was totally unnecessary to bring my height into this.”
“Probably,” she laughed, “but it’s fun teasing you. You’re like the baby sister I always had and never had.”
Bell blinked twice, surprised. “Not really, no…” When he felt bad, he always had someone to pick him back up, be it Tyler or Teddy or Laney, once upon a time. He never felt really alone. “Do you feel like that right now?”
With shaky hands and a small sniffle under her breath, Mia shrugged. “I’m not sure,” she replied. “I used to have Josh, and my family, but these days, I rarely feel like I have anyone.”
“And if you feel like screwing someone while you’re with somebody else, you probably don’t love them.”
“You’d think it was that simple, huh?”
Since they kissed the first time James felt that click, that something that pulled him back to her again and again. Maybe it was because they haven’t seen each other for so long, but this time all fears and questions put aside so he could live that moment with her. What he felt was not merely passion, but a bruising tenderness it made her shake inside, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It would have been frightening in its intensity, except that while he was with her, he couldn’t think of anything else, just the girl in his arms right now. The male cupped her face with one hand and the other he moved to her hair, to hold her in place, so she could feel how much he needed that, how much she needed her. All of her. And by the bump on his pants right now words didn’t need to be uttered. Never leaving his lips out of her skin he started to place butterflies kisses in her neck as he tightened his grip on her waist.
Pulling James into an empty classroom, she locked the door and began attacking him with kisses again. The kisses on her neck sent her into a frenzy, causing her to pull on the edges of his shirt. She wanted him. All of him. She wanted to feel him, to touch him, to taste him. She just wanted him. As one hand tugged on his shirt, the other was pulling him closer.
James Potter + Mia Hastings = Pottings Moodboard
So lets be sinners to be saints And lets be winners by mistake The world may disapprove But my world is only you And if we’re sinners then it feels like heaven to me
For one moment there James almost left, carrying a heart is a heavy burden, or at least that’s what he’s heard, and now he could see why that saying was true. When she kissed him James almost forgot how to breathe properly, he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling the girl closer to him with urgency, he needed to feel her, taste her, it’s been a little while since they last kissed and in some way or another he kind of declared to her. If it was for him the two of them would already be together, but she kept escaping from him, with that thought he pressed her even closer if that was even possible, an attempt to not let her go again.
Mia had lost count of how many times she had dreamt of this moment. Whatever was pulling her towards James was driving her insane. How many times had she seen him with other girls? Even just talking to them and she’d get jealous. A thing she didn’t get very often. Maybe, just maybe, James wasn’t going to end up like her father. Maybe he’d stay and even if he didn’t, just for right now, in this state of pure bliss, Mia smiled. Wrapping herself into James’ grasp, she pushed herself against him, her tongue teasing him slightly. Yep, she could get used to this.
James had the answer to that on the tip of his tongue. He already knows her. Not as much as he wanted to admittedly, but still, he could read the fear in her eyes. The more defiantly she gets the more scared she is, it’s how she rolls. Leaning over her making his head be at the same height as hers the male bumped his nose with hers. “Is that what you really want me to do, right now?”
What she wanted him to do right now, well, that was complicated. She wanted him. Some part of her - a part that even logic couldn’t explain - wanted him. She wanted to get to know him, to spend lazy Sundays with him and to cuddle up by the fire with him. But logic was her friend, it protected her, it kept her safe. Didn’t it? “I...” she stammered, her eyes darting to his lips. She couldn’t quite explain her next move - surely there was some logic to it. Pressing her lips to his, Mia let herself go.
“We were friends, like bffs, just like we are now… But when I told her I’m bisexual she got crazy and told the whole school how much I was obsessed with her.” That was a lie of course, Allison never saw Juliet like anything more than a friend, the betrayal still make something stranger in her chest, “besides, she used to ignore Cosabella dressed up as santa, so fuck her.”
“Ignoring Cosabella is a crime in itself.”
Looking upon her face made him realise how fragile and scared she was, of course if someone else had looked at her wouldn’t recognize it, but truth be told, James was paying close attention in her and in all her reactions, how she would chew on her lips, the way her eyes always seems to hide some deep secret ready to be unsolved of every deception she already had, the way she smiles even when she doesn’t want to, he noticed it all. “Neither did I,” he admitted, “but I’ve saw it, plenty of times, in my family.”
“Yeah, well, you’re one of the lucky ones.” She replied bitterly. “Why don’t you just give it a rest, Potter?” Mia snapped, “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to learn more about me, trust me, that’s the last thing you’re going to want to do.”
“Dunno yet, I’m waiting to deliver the news that Angelfish was hooked. What do you think?”
“I think you’re crazy. Amazing, but crazy but I’ve forgotten, why are you taking the blonde down again?”
“It has nothing to do about taking care of someone else,” The male said taking steps towards her, “it’s about feeling something for somebody.” Looking down at her petit frame the male sighed, “and wanting to be with that person not because you have to, not because you’re tied, if you love someone you let them go, but even being free to go you want to stay.”
"That sure sounds nice,” she sighed, “but I’ve got to say that’s not something I’ve ever experienced before.”
Sighing heavily the Gryffindor scrutinized her, “that’s the thrilling part, opportunities Hastings, you just live once, if you ever think about what can happen wrong… Well, you’ll never going to live.”
“I can live perfectly well without having to take care of someone else.” She replied, folding her arms across her chest. “I don’t need anyone to help me, I can take care of myself.”