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Wet Dreams -

Pairing: Jily… Or Lames as me and probably the rest of the Marauders like to call them. (Bear w/ me, I haven’t slept)

Warning: Some smutty goodnes; A couple of swear words. Also, I try to be funny, so yeah… Sorry (not sorry muahahaa) about that.

Words: 2544

Summary: Lily wakes up a bit embarrassed at the amazing, but very explicit, dream she’s having for the third time that week about a mysterious man and of whom she’ll soon find the answer to his identity in an (not really) unexpected friend.

Her chest was pressed against one side of the shower walls; breasts wet with streams of water that slowly were making their way to the tip of her toes.

A moan escaped her throat and, as she opened her eyes, all she could see was the fog caused by the steam around her.

Warm, sloppy kisses paved a path from her jaw to her spine, sending electric currents to certain parts of her body.

Her hands were currently pinned against the wall, a strong grip holding them prisoner, the other being very adventurous, exploring the expanse of her ass cheeks. She felt herself at a loss of words, the heat and a long, slim finger trailing her folds, clouded her thoughts. She arched her back at the touch, only for it to clash against another equally damp body.

Yet, this one felt incredibly hot. So hot, that she thought she could begin to sweat under this relentless shower.

She closed her eyes as she heard a male voice hungrily whisper to her ear, “Are you going to let me enter?” a smile on his lips against her earlobe. As a response, she pressed herself against the him, searching for the earth-shattering release that awaited her, because God, this felt so good.

And with this, his hand snaked around to her front after taking her wrists and place them behind his head and around his neck.

The hand over her pussy was now inserting a lengthy, soft digit inside her.

She could now feel his member rubbing and twitching against the small of her back, enticingly.

His tongue danced along her cheeks, drinking in her want; noticeable in the way her cheeks were reddened with need, and how her head was tilted back, as she was practically begging for more.

Lithe lips nipped at her neck, fully knowing it would leave remarkable little spots that would mark where he’d tasted her. She wasn’t protesting either. She wanted him to brand her; to be able to remember for the rest of her days how amazing it felt to be touched by him.

As she thought this, a second finger joined her inside, and she still wanted more. His other hand now was playing with her clit, her legs parted slightly on their own will, allowing him easier access. She would’ve been afraid to slip and fall and never finish this pleasurable venture, but she knew that, for some reason, he wouldn’t let that happen. She felt so safe with him and hadn’t even seen his face, for God’s sake!

Opening her eyes to identify this person, this ridiculously excellent person that had made her surrender her body completely, she noticed that his mouth wasn’t devouring her face anymore. Instead, he was now licking and sucking her shoulders and then all the way up to her nape, sending shivers down her spine. His lips reached for hers, tongue darting into her mouth to also get a taste of her.

He was driving her senses completely mad; yet none of it mattered as he lined his prick against her entrance.

“Are you sure you want this?” his voice rough, now against her neck.

She doubted her voice would be coherent enough, so she leaned against him and with a sultry voice that could only be the result of being about to be nicely fucked, she gasped a ‘Yes’. Immediately, her body was pushed harder to the damp wall, her hands, now fists, and tits pressed againt it.

With one hand getting her off, and the other on her hip to steady her, he slowly inserted his penis into her. As his thrusts began to quicken and deepen, incoherent swears filled the surrounding stifling mist.

Surely, she started to build up for a grand finale, his groans accompanying her crescendo choir of sexual desires.

Surges were overtaking her body, growing in her chest and moving slowly down south.

And, as she heard a loud “Come for me, Evans” she jerked upright; echoes of her shaking orgasm that erupted only on her mind, and were now interrupted, still sounded on her ears as she opened her eyes, drinking in the sight of her bedroom at Hogwarts.

With her lower body parts still buzzing from the dream, Lily checked her bedside clock.

3:34 AM.

Fuck. What the hell? This couldn’t be happening to her. Lily Evans did not have sex dreams. She just did not. Much less about strange men!

Though, she had to be honest and admit this wasn’t the first one.

Rubbing the sleep off of her eyes, Lily stretched and sat at the edge of her bed, placing her face in her hands.

All right, so this was the third time in this week that she had dreamt about this mysterious man making her lose control, sexually, but it was the first one she actually heard his voice.

And it felt so vivid.

She was suddenly very embarrassed, as if somebody would be able to read her mind in the middle of the night and call her out on it.

Softly, so as not to wake up her dorm-mates, she made her way to the lavatory, keen on splashing some water on her face.

Surely she was overreacting, right?

But as she walked into the bathroom, she had to avoid looking at the shower as images of the intense dream flooded her mind.

Dammit Evans, pull yourself together!

Taking deep breaths, she looked at herself in the mirror. She had to confide in someone with these stupid dreams. Not Mary, she was too busy chasing after Reginald to pay attention to her. Also, her friend would probably tell her she’s being dumb and remind her that she needed to get some.

Marlene, on the other side, would get flustered and would want to change the subject, finding the whole matter unnecessary to talk about.

No boy would take her seriously either… Especially the Marauders.

“Why me, mirror!Lily, why?” she sighed to her reflection

This is pathetic. I’m Lily fucking Evans!

But for now she had to be patient and pray to any deity for this to be just a phase that would pass and leave her alone.

With that in mind, she went back to bed, resolved on repressing any and all thoughts of firm necks under her hands and a man’s mission to drive her dreams into something out of a romance novel.

In the morning, her eyes flew open as she, once more, had images of the naked man embedded in her mind.

“Are you all right, Lily?”

Panic filled her face as she got up and silently started to get ready for the day as a high “Yep” left her mouth, leaving a confused Mary behind her.

Throughout the way to the Great Hall, all Lily could think was that these dreams needed to stop. And the sooner, the better.

It was with these thoughts that she dropped herself into the seat at the Gryffindor table to eat breakfast. Frustrated, she began to aggressively shove food into her plate, fully knowing that she looked like a crazy woman.

“Did your breakfast killed your family?”

Lily didn’t need to lift her eyes to know that Sirius Black had just sat down beside her.

“You look like shit.”

This time Lily did looked up with a glare directed at him only to receive a grin in response.

“And you are awfully cheery despite it being so early in the morning. I know how you looove your so-called beauty sleep.” she quipped at him.

At that moment, James Potter decided to join the conversation from across the table. His ever-wild hair, wet from his morning shower, drew Lily’s attention, yet she chose to ignore this or she would get even more frustrated.

“Don’t worry, you are both beautiful. Beauty sleep be damned.”

Lily had to stifle a bark-like laughter and only quirked an eyebrow at him, but Sirius winked in gratitude and mockery.

They continued eating in silence, the boys occasionally breaking it to comment on the fact that Remus and Peter were feeling a bit under the weather and to discuss the Quidditch standings of Puddlemere United, making it easier for Lily to distract herself.

Now, for example, she could focus on sending Remus and Peter her best wishes and try to convince the boys that the Holyhead Harpies were going to be the winner team that season.

“I’m telling you, my girls will beat the shit out of the Cannons this weekend.” Lily said proudly.

“Anyone can beat the shit out of the Cannons at any weekend.” Sirius deadpanned.

“If they beat the Cannons, they’d have to go against the Magpies, and they’re the best in Defense; haven’t lost a single game this entire season. Are you sure you want this to happen?” James asked, smugly.

But Lily had frozen and choked on her scrambled eggs, Sirius having to pat her on the back.

“Come again?” she coughed out.

James frowned.

“I said, 'Are you sure you want this to happen?’, and then you started choking. Are you all right, Evans?”

Lily stopped listening and dropped her fork.

Are you sure you want this?

The phrase just kept echoing as she remembered the dream. And the voice in it.

Oh no.

All of a sudden she felt extremely hot. And this time, not from hornyness, but embbaresment. Or maybe it was both? Still, that was definetly something she didn’t wanted to figure it out… at least not there!

Her eyes widened at James’ hand waving in front of her face with a weird expression on his.

She needed to get out that place.

“Excuse me, I suddenly feel the need to leave.” she said quickly, not even noticing the questioning glances James and Sirius shared as she got up and left at a rapid pace from the Dining Hall.

“Evans!” she heard James call behind her. But she couldn’t look him in the face when she had been having trouble sleeping because of him.

“Come for me, Evans.”

She needed to breathe cold air.

Soon enough, Lily found herself sitting on the Quidditch field.

Somewhere along the way, she’d taken off her shoes, socks and school tie. Now, she was lying on the grass in her uniform; her blouse buttons almost completely undone and skirt zipped halfway.

The clouds seemed to pass by, disregarding the fact that she’d been having sexual fantasies with James Potter.

Damn them, rude and cluless clouds.

The spring’s scottish air cooled her, but still, Lily felt her mind and belly (and heart), buzzing and going all crazy on her…

Classes be damned; she was staying here for the rest of the day until she got over this.

It isn’t that this whole situation isn’t nice. It’s just… unexpected. He is a nice bloke, really funny and quite opinionated.

Isn’t ashamed of what everyone thinks of him, though maintains good friendships.

He’s just a bloke! Yes, but a very handsome one at that.

You’ve had sexual encounters already, Lily Evans, what’s all the fuss about. But this is James Potter we’re talking about, dammit.

“Are you sure you’re all right there, Evans? You look like your head’s about to explode if you keep frowning like that.”

Lily sighed; there would be no way to avoid him.

The girl quickly covered her torso so he couldn’t see her bra, as well as shifted, closing the zip of her skirt.

“I just wanted some quiet time to think about some things, that’s all.” she said as the boy finished to approach her.

“Then you won’t mind me sitting quietly with you while you think?”

“Not at all.” she surprised herself with that response. And, as he sat down, he asked her if she wanted to lay her head on his lap. Lily nodded, silently.

James’ fingers started to mindlessly thread through her hair, and Lily closed her eyes at the feeling.

This felt nice.

She was very aware that these could, if she left him, be the same hands that would make her undone during the nights.

Still, Lily allowed herself to enjoy this peaceful moment between them.

“I’m having trouble sleeping.” she whispered at her companion.

He hummed in response.

“Is it the war?”

“Sometimes it is, but not in this case.” she admitted.

Lily opened her eyes. Two hazel ones, guarded by round-squarish glasses, examined every inch of her face as if wanting to eternally ingrain the memory of her in his mind.

“What is it then?” James said while twisting a lock of her hair around his pointing finger.

She opened her mouth to respond but she found herself faltering in search of for correct words.

“I may or may not be having dreams of the carnal nature.” she grimaced at her choice of words. Carnal? Carnal, seriously?

James only responded with a low “Huh”.

“Thing is, they’ve been recurring, as in, I’ve had three of them in less than a week, and it’s frustrating me to no end.”

He cleared his throat.

“¿Am I making you uncomfortable? Oh God, I am, aren’t I?” suddenly she felt the same panic that had overcome her in the Great Hall that morning, filling her all over again, and sat up tightening the shirt to her chest.

“No, no! Lily, you’re not, I swear.” James rushed to say, putting a hand on her arm to calm her down. “You could never make me uncomfortable. Unless you tell me you’d attempted to kill Professor McGonagall, and then it would have been uncomfortable because she’s brilliant and my favorite teacher. Please don’t tell me you’re having dreams about McGonagall.”

Lily had to laugh. This boy was so absurd yet could relieve all the tension she’d felt seconds before in one instant.

“Sorry to disappoint but it was actually about Old Sluggy.”

“Lily Evans, you are sick.” he said, twisting his face into a disgusted expression which made her laugh again.

“You’re fantastic, you know that?” she suddenly blurted out and they both fell silent.

James quickly found an interest on the grass beside him and started picking on it. “You are.” he mumbled.

She was entirely fascinated by him, one moment he’s making her laugh and the other he didn’t know how to take a compliment.

“I think my subconscious knew this for a long time.” she decided to say.

“And wh- why’s that?” he frowned, still studying the grass with extreme precision.

This time it was Lily’s time to get flustered.

“The dreams were actually about you.”

“Sorry?” he was now paying full attention to her. This made her clear her throat.

“You heard me.” Lily declared with new found confidence.

One instant he was trying to figure what all of this meant; the next, Lily found herself with James on top of her, kissing her senseless.

And as Lily relinquished herself of the worries of getting caught frisking each other in the middle of the Quidditch field, conscious that James Potter had his hands all over her,now again, exposed chest and hers all over his soon-to-be exposed body, she smiled into the kiss.

Reality was sometimes a hundred times better than dreams.

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