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Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M
Chapter Fifteen | Beginning
Prompt: haze Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know.
CW: explicit non-consensual sexual content with a whole lot of firewhisky (Lily downed that whole bottle).
“Do you like it? I put it on just for you.” She giggles — trips over the Quidditch jersey he’d shed hours before — as she stumbles to his bed, flouncing to a rather dramatic seat and looking at him — emerald eyes shining and hazy — expectantly.
A quick pinch to his thigh assures James that he is indeed awake. There are many things he should say to this — Can I fetch you a sobering potion? Let’s get you back to bed. Here, put on my sweater! — but his tongue moves entirely of its own accord — as does another part of him he’s ignoring — as he stares at her. “What are you wearing?”
It’s muggle — of that he’s sure. Wizarding fashion is Britain is conservative and he's certain Madame Dupont hasn't dreamed of selling anything of the sort, even if she —
“Marlene bought it for me!” Lily informs him proudly, gesturing to where James is trying very hard not to look. He fails in his mission as her fingers trail up the lace adorning her abdomen before coming to rest at the swell of her breasts where she pushes them together — it’s suddenly very hard to breathe — before suddenly letting them fall back to their natural position — no less distracting — as she scoots closer.
“I know you don't like me anymore — just my luck with our timing” — she sends him a commiserating look like he's supposed to grasp what in Merlin’s Hell she's on about — but I thought maybe you'd do me this favour so I can get you out of my system.” She speaks logically for someone who has downed an entire bottle of firewhisky. So logically that James wants to give in to her logic, but he's much too distracted by her proclamation that she needs to get him out of her system — that he's in her system in the first place.
“Out of your system?” It's all he manages, but he's done well to produce words at all.
Lily giggles like he's just finished a punchline instead of a highly important question that's turned reality on its head. “You know what it means, James!” She pats him on the head — inadvertently moving her cleavage in front of his face — before clambering onto his lap and grabbing his hand.
“Having sex — just this once — will stop me from always being so bloody turned on around you! It’s the only thing to do.”
“Turned on?” He croaks. His loss of voice comes from her words and the way she’s settled right into his lap.
She giggles again. “Wet!” She clarifies looking at him a bit oddly as if to say duh.
If his brain hadn’t frozen with her words, it certainly came to a screeching halt when she abruptly pushed his fingers beneath the lace of her lingerie and into the warm — and very wet — folds of her lips. “See?”
Only the firewhisky on her breath stops him from pinning her to the bed, sinking his fingers deep inside her and grinding his palm into her until she arches off the bed.
“Shit, Lily! No!” He forces his hand out of her reach — desperately ignores the slippery feel of his fingers — as he attempts to (gently) push her off, but only ends up gripping her hips tightly as she rolls her pelvis over his cock.
“Why don’t you want to have sex with me? You seem to like it!” Lily teases, lips landing on his cheek as he dodges her mouth; another circle of her hips — retaliation, he’s sure — pulls her lips into a smug grin at the tortured hisses that tumble from his lips.
“Obviously I do,” James laughs breathlessly, “but —”
“Stop being such a gentleman and fuck me, James.”
“I would love to, Lily,” he begins (after several moments of spluttering, one shameful moment where he almost grants her wish and a very deep breath), groaning as she takes this as a sign to move her hips in a way that’s pulls him right to the precipice. “But I can’t.”
“But what am I supposed to do if you won’t help?” She’s pouting — it’s ridiculous how someone can look so adorable and hot all at once — in such a way James wants to lean in and take her jutted-out lip between his.
“Erm, whatever you normally do?” Heat sweeps up his neck as he blinks away the (unwanted, distracting) images that invade his brain.
“So you won’t touch me, but it’s okay if I help myself?” Her wrinkled nose tells him she’s not entirely happy.
“Yes!” He’s relieved she’s caught on; he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll stay sane under her.
“Okay” Her whimper returns as she touches her nipples – happy to pick up where he won’t continue.
“This is not what I meant!” James whispers harshly as he lifts her long enough to scramble back so she’s not grinding directly onto the straining, obvious arousal in his pants.
This doesn’t seem to hinder her as he’d hoped, instead, she quickens her pace as she grabs his shoulder, fingers digging into flesh as she rides his leg. “James, I’m —
James knows exactly what she is and is paralysed in sweet captivation as she falls.
“Lily, don’t you think that perhaps ” — she whimpers, thighs tight around his leg; he stumbles — “perhaps you should be doing this in your own room?”
“It’s so much better with you.” And then it’s too late; her eyes snap open and he’s left to do nothing but watch — lips parted in awe — as her pupils blow out, her throat exposes to him as she breaks their heated gaze to throw her head back as her body spasms on him. His leg is slippery, covered in the evidence of her arousal, as Lily gives him a satisfied, hazy, gorgeous smile. “Will you let me ride you now?”
Her question sends a horrified panic straight back through James’ veins. “No! No riding! No sex!” He splutters.
She juts her lower lip out in another pout – no kissing – as she furrows her brow at him in a rather adorable frown.
“But I want sex!”
“You just had an orgasm! You need to go to sleep!” There, that’s a perfectly reasonable line of argument.
“Oh I see, yes I’ve had an orgasm! I know why you’re not ready for sex!”
“Great!” James sighs, relieved and surprised it’s this easy. “I’ll just help you back – what are you doing.”
“I know why you don’t want to have sex! I’m going to fix it!” Lily announces, her lips inches from his as her hot breath floats distractingly against his jaw.
“Have a sobering potion?” James mutters hopefully, his breath mingling with hers.
“No, I’m going to make us even!” Lily informs him like it’s fucking obvious.
Before he can question what she means by that her hand is suddenly firm on his member through his pyjama pants and he’s wound so tight, turned on so much by the love of his life riding his leg to completion that it takes three quick strokes and one squeeze of her hand to send him toppling over the edge with a curse as he spills into his trousers.
As if caught in his blissful haze, Lily hums softly and slumps forward onto his chest. "Love you." It's soft and comfortable, uttered without thought or fear; it sends James' chest into a tight ache of guilt, sharper than a spear through his heart.
How could he do this to her?
