Chapter 7: In Which James Makes a Promise
Lily woke up the next day, and it took her several minutes to realize where she was. She was wrapped contentedly in James' arms—they had fallen asleep on the couch the night before, happily entangled in each others arms. But when she did realize where she was she snuggled happily into James' chest, unwilling to get up and have to leave his embrace. It was only then that she realized that James was awake and had been watching her sleep.
"Did you know you're dazzling?" he asked quietly as he gently pushed wayward strands of her hair off of her face.
"No," she responded sleepily. "But feel free to tell me as often as you like."
"Do we have to get up?" he asked a few minutes later. "I'm quite content to stay here all day."
"Not a chance, Potter. I want the chance to show off my new boyfriend."
"If you insist." He shrugged lazily, but Lily could see the way his eyes lit up at the word boyfriend.
Half an hour later the two walked hand-in-hand into the Great Hall. They were so engrossed in each other they didn't notice that everyone had stopped talking to stare incredulously at them. Indeed, they didn't notice anything all day, not when the entire village of Hogsmeade watched them walk hand-in-hand down the street, not when they drank Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks and laughed together in a corner, nor when they ate dinner in the Great Hall sitting next to each other and laughing happily. The two were too happy to notice anything but each other.
After eating dinner, James whispered something in Lily's ear and then got up and led a blushing Lily out of the Great Hall. He paused once the door had shut behind him and gently pushed Lily against the stone wall. He allowed his hands to gently trace up from her waist to the smooth silk of her brilliant red hair. And as he gently wound his hands into the glorious curls he tugged gently so that her head tilted back, allowing him easier access to her mouth.
Several heated minutes later, when James had stopped the attack on Lily's mouth and was instead ruthlessly trailing down her long thin neck, Lily reluctantly pushed him away from her.
"This might not be the best place for this. We might permanently scar some of the younger children, dear. No matter how enjoyable this is."
This did not seem to faze James, as he simply took her hand in his and quietly led her to their Common Room. Once there James smiled cheekily at her before gently pulling her towards him and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Why, Mr. Potter! Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Then I should inform you, that this is not the best method to go about doing so."
"And why not, pray tell?"
"Because, you're still talking." James pulled her whole body flush to his, possessively running his hands up and down her back, and lowered his head to whisper against her lips.
"That can be rectified." Then he closed the remaining distance to kiss her hungrily.
Quite soon James had scooped Lily into his arms and carried her once more to his bedroom. After softly placing her on his bed he crawled on top of her and asked huskily,
"Now where was it we left off?"
"Hmm…" she whispered, in mock forgetfulness, her fingers tracing patterns on the strong arms enclosing her. "I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps we should just start at the beginning again."
"I like the way you think, Evans."
And so once more, James kissed his way happily down Lily's neck and began to deftly unbutton her shirt. He left a trail of hot kisses down to her navel, with Lily arching her back in order to bring her body closer to his. But before he could slip her shirt off her shoulders, she shook her head at him and flipped him over. Then she crawled off the bed.
James' face fell, and disappointment took over his lust-filled eyes. But Lily merely smiled coyly at him.
"I'll be right back."
And she walked towards her room, swaying her hips seductively as she went, leaving James staring hungrily after her retreating form. Five minutes later she reentered the room, clad in a long silk nighty with barely any top and even less back.
"Being as you waited so long for me, I thought you deserved a little… present." She whispered, thrilled at the look of pure and unadulterated desire crossing James' face.
"I do so love it when you give me presents."
As she walked towards him, all James could do was stare. Then she slowly crawled up his body, bringing his shirt with her, until she had finally slid it over his head and met his lips in a passionate kiss. Her hands were lightly running over his chest and stomach, setting his nerves on fire and her playful touch.
As James ran his hands happily over the thin silk separating his hands from her body he groaned against her mouth.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
"Yes, but a girl can never hear it too much. Now, why are you still talking?"
James responded by burying his head in her neck and slowing slipping his hands up under the smooth silk. As he slowly kissed his way up her neck on his way towards her mouth his hands carefully traced up her long legs. He once more sought her mouth, as his hands continued their way up her body, running his hands lovingly and possessingly over her chest as he reached it. Then, pulling away from her tantalizing mouth he smoothly slid her slip over her head and pulled her now naked form closer into his. His hands explored the smooth skin of her back as she deftly got him out of his trousers and quickly disposed of his boxers. Then, skin-to-skin, the two made love repeatedly through the night, pausing only to regain their strength.
Early the next morning, and exhausted, James lay with his arms wrapped tightly around Lily's waist.
"Lily, will you promise me something?" James asked quietly, each word punctuated with sweet and tender kisses on her bare shoulders and back.
"How can I resist the man I love?"
"Never leave me again."
Lily turned gently in his arms until she was facing him.
"Only if you promise never to stop kissing me like that."
"As if I've ever been able to resist you." He pulled her gently towards him and kissed her passionately, sliding his tongue in to once more explore her mouth. "And since you seem to enjoy my kissing you so much, I might just have to oblige you."
He lovingly kissed her neck and chest, causing Lily to moan with pleasure.
"I thought you were tired."
"Oh, I am. But I'm not going to let a trifle like that stop me from kissing you for the next several hours."
She beamed at him and pulled him roughly up to once more meet her mouth. And for the next few hours he was good as his word and held her close and kissed her hungrily, relishing in the knowledge that Lily Evans was completely his, and thoroughly enjoying himself while kissing the redhead.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed my little short story. Alas, we have reached the end, but let me know what you think. It will help me in future stories. And enjoy Deathly Hallows!