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yallthemwitches · 9 months ago

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Catch the Wind Ch. 13: On Discretion

A quick extra chapter for the morning after of the last chapter. Fluff/smut/angst---you know the drill.

The Sid and Nancy reference James makes would have been very recent news in 1978--good for him for being so up to date with muggle pop culture ;) AO3 Link Here! ( Again reviews wanted and welcome!

She was pulled from sleep by a distant sensation of bodies shifting. Her eyes blinked open and everything was still hazy. Her last memory had been of laying in the basement of Honeydukes; her and James in a mess of wet kisses and slick bodies. Eyes adjusting to the dampened light, she saw the heavy velvet of Gryffindor curtains surrounding them and smelled the scent of musty castle walls intermingled with the distinctly spiced odor of boy.

A hand twitched between the curve of her bum and back. James had his arm swung across her, their legs still intertwined as though they had levitated their bodies from the Honeydukes basement right into his bed without any disturbance. They were also completely naked.

Lily looked up at James’ sleeping face. His eyelashes were dark and long and his breath sighed out of his mouth in soft quivers.Carefully, she reached a timid hand up and smoothed out some of his hair that had pointed up into his face.

“Mmm.” He leaned his head into her hand and nuzzled his nose into her palm. She felt his body stretch and the hand on her lower back start to make gentle waves from her bum to her spine.

“Good Morning.” He blinked his eyes open. It was very rare to see him without his glasses, but with his eyes unclouded she could detect hints of green and gold in his irises. He pushed his forehead against hers and let out a sluggish sigh.

“We’re in your bed,” she said lightly, running her hand down his neck to rest it on his clavicle.

“You’re in my bed,” he echoed, “Merlin, how many times did I dream of you here.”

“Only good dreams I hope.”

“The bloody best.” Their legs shifted and she felt his lower half start to press up against her hip. He was already hard, aching against her.

“Sorry,” he muttered and tried to shift his hips away from her, but she held him flush against her.

“No—I like it.” James blinked open his eyes again. The hand making traces on her back stilled on her bum and he gave her a soft yet telling squeeze.

He kissed the corner of her lips softly before making his descent down her neck, pausing just under her chin to suck a light purple hue into existence. Lily rolled herself onto her back, and James fluidly rolled with her until he was hovering over her, his lips never leaving her already flushed skin. She could feel that the space inbetween her legs was swollen from the night before, but now the ache to have him back inside her was overpowering all other signals.

He cupped her breast lightly while letting his lips kiss over the other.

“You’re in my bed.” He repeated it like he was lulling himself into a trance of some past life. A life where Lily Evans once would have only been there in his wildest dreams.

He kissed and rolled his tongue over her pelvic bone and Lily felt her hips instinctively buck upwards. He caught her in his hands and she felt his calloused thumbs push into the crevice between bone and flesh as he held her hips suspended in midair. He kissed her pubic triangle softly, and she let out a small moan. She could feel his face hovering over her, his breath tickling her hair and the beginning of her folds.

“May I?” Lily responded by grabbing hold of his hair and giving it a pull in the direction of her center. James let out a breathy laugh–she could feel him hardening further against where he laid on her lower leg.

“Oh, she’s impatient.” Lily made a groan of exasperation and James chuckled before darting his tongue and softly letting it touch between the very top of where her folds met. She pushed her head into the pillow and let out a hiss. James continued to move his tongue downwards, spiraling around her clit before giving soft laps to either side of her entrance. His tongue just barely touched her skin; it created a tickling sensation that made Lily’s hips buck upwards to feel more of his mouth. He evaded her attempts to create more pressure.

“No, I don’t want you to come—not yet.”

“Prat.” She tugged at his hair to get him to rise back up to face level but he was stronger than her. His tongue added more pressure; now finding her entrance and making swift, deep thrusts inside her.

“Oh.Oh—fuck.” Her core was already sensitive from the day before. She felt completely raw, like she had taken on a new skin now that they had officially had sex. She could feel a smile creeping on his lips against her folds.

“You arrogant git,” she croaked out, trying to focus from underneath his persistent tongue. “Stop teasing me and come shag me already.”

She felt a jolt go through him as his hands tensed up against her thighs. “Say it again.”

Lily looked down at him between her legs. His mouth was moist with her; unhinged and still poised over her clit. His hands remained tethered to her thighs, pressing his fingers tightly into her skin.

“Come here–come shag me.” She repeated herself, more confident. His forehead collapsed on her pelvic bone and he let out an unintelligible noise. She could feel his length sliding against her leg, slightly wet presumably from pre-come.

He pulled himself up and with no preamble, swiftly moved his cock against her center.

Lily—you're so wet. Ah fuck. He slid inside her with no other warning. Lily gasped at how easy it was. Her body ached slightly from its work the night before, but as he started moving against her, the feeling dulled into a brilliant flame once more inside of her.

James wedged his head between the crux of her shoulder and neck as he continued to move inside her. The feeling of his teeth on her skin while his hand teased her nipple became an overstimulating sensation. She rocked her body with him, hiking her legs up so he could reach deeper within her.

She made a small whimper and he removed his mouth off her neck to look directly into her eyes.

“Can we try something?” She nodded and he gripped her hip tightly and ushered her to turn over onto her back. Hiking up one of her legs so it was by her waist while the other stayed straight on the bed, he cradled his body over her and pushed back in. The new angle made him feel so much deeper than before. She let out a quick gasp and he started to slow his movement.

“Does it feel ok?” He breathed into her ear and she nodded under his breath. He continued to move again and she felt his chest slick against her back. His breath was getting more shallow by the second and his thrusts more quick and off tempo. Inside her, he was hitting a tangle of nerves she hadn’t known even existed. They lighted on fire with every pulse.

“I want to feel you come, James.” At hearing her plea, he let out a groan into her ear.

“Ah, fuck I’m coming so hard.” She could feel it. His body pulsated over her and she felt a familiar slickness between them. His aftershocks sent a wave crashing down on her. Her body trembled and she poured his name out of her mouth. They collapsed together, now for the third time within the last day.

James slid out of her and rolled onto his back, his chest heaving up and down. Reaching out, his hand lazily caressed her back as she caught her breath.

“Good morning,” she repeated to him after they both were back to their normal breathing patterns.

“An understatement.” He smiled and beckoned her to come and lay onto his chest again. She obliged and they tangled back together.

“How did we get back here?” Lily made a small gesture to the four poster bed. James kept his eyes closed and absently brushed his hand through her hair.

“I finally woke up in the early morning. I carried you back—there’s a pretty handy passageway from Honeydukes to the 3rd floor.” Lily snorted. Of course he would know secret ways to get in and out of Hogsmeade.

“And you did that fully nude?” She leaned her chin on his chest and raised her eyebrows.

“You were—I got dressed in case trouble arose, though.” Lily jumped up out of his arms and he made a soft sound of disappointment.

“You what?” Lily could feel her face turning the shade of her hair. “What if someone saw us?”

James laughed. “Don’t worry, your boyfriend has ways of staying invisible.”

He got up and stretched, ignoring the slitted eyes she was pointing at him as he moved. He was once again evading one of his many secrets.

“You’re gonna have to tell me one day. I am your girlfriend.” James pulled a shirt over his head and started to pull on his trousers.

“Oh I intend to, don’t you worry—but for now, we need to get down to breakfast before someone thinks we killed each other.”

XXXXXX

By the time Lily got changed into her uniform and made it down to the great hall, James was already seated and appeared to be interrogated by Marlene.

At her entrance, she saw various eyes from other tables as she moved towards her friends. This was not helped by Sirius who let out a low whistle as she finally plopped herself down next to James and he quickly snaked his arm around her.

“Have a nice time last night, Evans?” Sirius took a bite of a scone and smirked towards Lily who felt red rushing to her face. Ever since he caught them snogging in the broom closet, he took every chance he could to take a jab at them.

“Yes I did, actually.” James’ hand brushed her back idly all while ignoring his mate.

“Like a really nice time?”

“Yes?.”

“Like a really really nice time?”

James put his tea down with a clank. “Alright Pads, if you have something to say, let's get it over with, I’m knackered.”

James made a pointed look at Remus who shrugged, not knowing what kind of information Sirius could possibly be privy to.

“Oho. I bet you're knackered Prongsy.” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh well, if you must know, I happened to check the Honeydukes cellar around midnight or so last night—Charles is a nice bloke but he wasn’t going to let us use the space forever…but I saw that something very naughty occurred on your little first date.”

Lily felt her whole body flush and she burrowed her face into James' shoulder. James was feeling just as hot, and juggled his thoughts between comforting Lily and absolutely murdering his best mate.

Peter started to snigger while Sirius looked on rather pleased with himself.

“You’re foul,” Remus added, leaning past a chortling Peter to look pointedly at him.

“Hey, but silver lining, if I hadn’t walked in on your little post coitus slumber, ( “Oh god, make him stop,” Lily groaned into James’ shoulder) then you two would probably still be down there getting an earful from the Honeydukes staff.”

Marlene pushed her way past James and clawed at Lily’s shoulder.

“What What. You fucked. You actually shagged and I’m being told by fucking Black of all people.”

James wrapped his arms protectively around Lily and leaned into her ear.“Well, I’m up for an assisted suicide if you’re interested. Would you rather be Sid or Nancy?”

Despite feeling absolutely wrecked, Lily let out a laugh into his shirt at the muggle reference. “If you are asking, then that makes you Nancy.”

“Hey Hey. I’m talking to you here,” Marlene interrupted. Lily finally pulled her face out of James’ shoulder and blinked her eyes at her friend. She could feel her whole face on fire.

“Yes Marlene?”

“I just can’t believe you. You let these blokes know before me. These. Blokes. Even Peter—sorry Pete— and now I’m gonna just have to accept that you and Potter are actually—actually…”

“Boyfriend and girlfriend,” James offered, “Well, as of last night at least.”

He beamed down at Lily and placed a small peck on her forehead. Sirius and Marlene groaned in unison.

“Well–this is our new normal folks,” Sirius scraped his chair away from the table. “Everyone strap in.”

Peter followed after Sirius. Remus gave a quick congratulations before also following suit.

Lily sighed and James reached over to play with her hair. Around them, other classmates that had been listening in on the conversation twittered at their expense.

“Well—we survived that, barely.” James chucked and moved to get up from the table, taking her hand in his.

“It’ll be fine. Everyone’s adjusting.”

“Yeah, and how are you faring, Mr. Potter,” she teased.

“I’m just counting down the seconds to where I can be somewhere naked and alone with you again.” He brushed his hand over her bum and she moved to swat it away. They were still head students after all.

James leaned his head down to her ear. “Maybe we can find some time between classes? I’d love you to take a look at the patrol's schedule—you know, just in case.”

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Lily knew she was in for something when she sat down in potions. For one, the whole class seemed to be watching her intently. She heard some sniggers come from the Slytherin girls and she made a point of staring straight ahead as Slughorn droned on about the importance of diluting oils. Rosia Alburn turned her head slightly to give her a quick up and down before muttering under her breath. Mudblood slut.

As the class filed out and she collected her books, a hand fell on her wrist.

“Can I talk to you,” Sev’s voice quivered.

“My answer hasn’t changed the last million times you’ve asked me.” She pulled her hand out from under his and continued to pack up her bag. When he didn’t move she sighed.

“Aren’t you busy coming up with new spells to maim people?” Severus didn’t respond and looked down at his feet. His robes which were perpetually too long for him were riddled with dirt on the edges.

“He’s going to hurt you.” He said it softly; a plea for understanding.

“Last time I checked it was you who hurt him,” Lily spit back. She walked towards the door but he got their first, closing it and standing in her way.

“I swear, Sev. I’ll hex you.” He ignored the threat.

“You don’t know what they are saying about you Lily. The whole school is talking about it. Everyone says that he’s just going to use you then throw you away when it's time for him to find a pureblood to be serious with.”

“I’ve heard worse from your kind,” Lily scoffed.

Severus was starting to get frustrated. His brows fixed themselves into a hard line on his face.

“Look around Lily! Look at what is happening. Death Eaters are recruiting Pureblood families as we speak. What is going to happen when Potter’s family inevitably gets the call too–if they accept…”

Lily’s eyes were slit. “How dare you. How dare you talk about something you don't know anything about. Last time I checked you were the one who was too cowardly to say no to dark magic. You’ll be surprised to know that there are actually people with morals—”

“Morals!” Severus was raising his voice. “You think that Potter has morals. After what you have watched him do to me? After years of seeing how self serving he is?”

“Let me leave, Sev. I’m done with this conversation.” She began to push at his chest but he was surprisingly strong. He clenched onto her shoulders and she tried to pull away. His grip was cutting into her.

“Sev, that hurts–”

“I’m trying to save you Lily—I–I lov—”

There was a loud knock on the door and Severus snapped out of it. He dropped his hands in terror, realizing how compromising his actions looked. He stared at her, wild-eyed and breathless. “Lily—I’m sorry. I didn’t–”

A voice called from behind the door. “Hey—Lily. Open up. OPEN UP.” Severus stepped to the side, still frozen as Sirius burst the door open, looking extremely perturbed.

“You ok?” He walked over to Lily who had her hands still hovering in the air from when Severus was grabbing hold of her. Lily looked at Severus who stayed silent and still.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just leaving.”

“I’ll walk you.” Sirius’ snapped his head at Severus. Instead of saying something snide like he normally would, he just burned a glare at him while following her out into the hall.

After turning the corner in silence. Lily looked up at Sirius. His jaw was set. She hadn’t noticed that he had been holding his wand.

“How did you know I was there?” Lily asked.

“I had a hunch—are you sure you're alright?” Sirius stopped walking and turned to her. She wasn’t used to this side of him—one that was contemplative and somber.

“Yeah, definitely.” Sirius searched her face for a moment.

“ You know, if you ever want to talk about it—I’m not the best person with feelings, but I do have my own experiences with abusive arseholes of the Slytherin persuasion. If you ever wanted to—I dunno, vent.” It wasn't the most eloquent of offers, but it was enough.

“Thanks—yeah maybe one day. Today it might just be a lot. —Can you do me a favor though and not tell James about this.”

Sirius’ eyebrows shot up. “Evans…”

“Please. Really. It will only get him upset. It’s not worth it.”

Sirius looked at her for another beat and sighed.

“Yeah yeah, fine. But if he finds out and is pissed, I blame you.”

“Deal.”

They walked together for a little bit longer, feeling the tension melt away.

“Hey Sirius.” As he turned, she reached over and put her arms around him. He froze, letting his hands hover comically in midair.

“I know this is supposed to be a nice moment, Evans, but I don’t know what to do.” Lily laughed, still holding onto his torso.

“You can hug me back for a start.”

He softly placed his arms around her in a loose reciprocal hug.

“Thanks again,” she said and finally let her arms drop.

“Don’t sweat it. Besides, I needed to make it up to you anyway. I was feeling pretty guilty about seeing you naked—”

Lily whipped around, her hands clenched. Sirius raised his arms in surrender.

“Don’t worry! Knowing James, it probably won’t be the last time. That boy can not be discreet to save his life.”

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idonthalfbloodymissyou · 4 years ago

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dress

i haven’t posted in literally forever so here’s a one-shot i wrote two months ago now :) song-fic inspired by dress, by the one and only taylor alison swift :)) enjoy!!

Lily hates these parties. Having to talk to people and be pleasant and presentable when she’d much rather be at home with her cats and boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

She glances across the room at him, smiling her secret smile, the one that’s reserved just for him, as she locks eyes with James over the crowded room.

They’re rarely in the same place. But, now that it’s award season, he’s close to her again.

Having him here makes everything more enjoyable and more excruciating at the same time. They can share the pain of these parties and laugh about them later, when Lily is finally free of her dress and James free of his suit.

For now though, they’re confined to opposite sides of the room and minimal interaction, just waiting for the moment they can be back in each other’s arms.

They know no one has any idea about them. It’s electrifying knowing that they have each other, knowing there’s an indentation in the shape of him in her bed, knowing he made her mark on her like a golden tattoo just hours previously.

They mingle with others in the party, all of the silence and patience and pining and anticipation driving them crazy.

Lily can feel her hands shaking in an effort to hold back from James as she nears him.

“All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting, my hands are shaking from all of this,” Lily says, removing one hand from her champagne glass to brush James’ arm.

She can feel the electricity between them, burning them both as they stand still, watching each other.

James lets out a shaky laugh, bending forward to whisper, “Lily,” in her ear.

Nothing else needs to be said as her breath catches in her throat and everything around her stops and she becomes very aware of his breath on her neck and his heartbeat under her hand.

Everyone thinks she just wants him like a best friend, but she doesn’t.

She wants more from him than a best friend. Lily only bought this dress so he could take it off. She wants him to crave his name into her bedpost, she wants him to make it his. She wants him to make her his.

Lily doesn’t want him like a best friend.

She wants him like a boyfriend, and she never wants that to change.

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“Can I?” James asks an hour later, his voice soft as he tugs on the zipper of Lily’s pale blue dress.

“I only bought this dress so you could take it off,” she sighs, raising her arms around James’ neck and he slides her dress to the floor, laughing breathily.

The way he makes her feel is so inescapable, she doesn't even want to try. If she gets burned, at least they were electrified.

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Lily smiles at James, spilling some of her wine in the bathtub as she leans forward to kiss him.

James brushes her hair away from her face gently, leaning into the kiss greedily.

When Lily pulls away, he leans forward again, placing kisses on her face.

She laughs drunkenly, grabbing the back of his neck to keep him where he is.

“You’re so drunk,” Lily mumbles, leaning into James’ touch.

“Mmm. So are you, love,” he whispers.

Lily grins stupidly. Love. She feels like she could melt anytime he calls her love. And his accent. God, she loves his accent.

The way he pronounces words makes her feel giddy. It’s just so perfectly and uniquely him. And the way he calls her love.

That’s for her, and for her only.

Everyone thinks that they know them, but they know nothing about how they feel about each other, and how they make each other feel.

Only they can know how they really feel.

They just need the courage to say it.

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Lily studies the room, searching for James. This is the first time they’ve been in the same place in three months. All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation, her hands are shaking from holding back from him.

Her face falls ever so slightly when she can’t find him, and she turns to distract herself when she feels a hand on her waist.

“All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting, my hands are shaking from all this, Lily,” James says, his voice low in her ear, chest warm against her back.

Even so, that’s all it takes for everything around her to come to a complete stop, leaving just James and Lily in the moment.

She needs him. She needs him here, now, and forever.

“I don’t want you like a best friend,” Lily whispers, turning to lock her eyes with his. “Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off,”

James chuckled, his voice low.

“Carve your name into my bedpost, cause I don't want you like a best friend,” Lily says softly, not breaking her gaze.

She watches as James swallows and glances around before bringing his hand up and tracing her jaw. “You only bought this dress so I could take it off, take it off, huh?” he whispers, smirking.

“Only bought this dress so you could take it off,” Lily says.

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“Only bought this dress so you could take it off,” she whispers, helping James pull it off in the back of her limo.

James laughs breathlessly, bringing his lips back to hers. She knows there’ll be marks on her neck from him tomorrow, but it doesn’t matter.

All that matters is that they’re here, together. That’s all that will ever matter.

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Lily lays her head on James’ shoulder, watching the news. Paparazzi caught them leaving the party together last night. There’s speculation of them dating, flashbacks to when they first met.

James’ hair buzzed so short you couldn't even see his curls, hers dyed a lighter red.

Back when she was new to this, being under the eye of the whole world. She broke her back trying to please everyone, becoming the version of herself she never wanted to be.

But even in her worst times, James could see the best in her.

All her mistakes, her rebounds, her earthquakes. Even in her worst lies, he could see the truth in her.

Lily nuzzles her face in James’ neck, placing a kiss on his collarbone.

“I don’t like those pictures. I don’t like who I was,” she whispers. “It was like I was stuck in a never ending nightmare.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you woke up just in time,” James says, kissing her temple.

“Mmm. And now I wake up by your side. My one and only, my lifeline,” she smiles.

James pulls back from her and turns on his side so they’re face-to-face.

Lily bites her lip nervously as his serious expression.

“I love you,” he says.

Lily feels her breath hitch as she watches him carefully. Between his eyebrows a small crease has formed and his face is carefully neutral, his mouth in a straight line.

But Lily knows him. She can see the way his eyes shine with hope, the way his mouth is twitching at the corner, trying to not give away his expression. The way his eyebrows are raised ever so slightly, silently asking a question.

“I love you, too,” she says.

James' face breaks into a smile and he wraps his arm around her, pulling her towards him so their bodies are flush with each other once again.

“I woke up just in time,” Lily whispers.

“And now I wake up by your side,” James says.

Lily smiles nervously, her hands shaking as she rubs James’ arm.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I can’t explain it. I just… I can’t believe it.”

“What can’t you believe?”

“That I get to wake up by your side. That you love me. That you’re mine, and I’m yours,” she smiles. “I never thought when I met you that all my wildest dreams could come true.”

James smiles back at Lily, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I’m glad all your wildest dreams did come true, love,” he whispered.

“So am I. So am I.”

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“Lily,” James moans softly, rocking his hips forward.

Lily sighs softly into his neck, placing another kiss under his jaw. She can feel everything around them slow to a stop until it’s just the two of them in this moment. She loves the way it feels to be with him, like they’re the only two people in the world.

“I love you,” she says, because she doesn’t want him like a best friend.

“I love you, too,” James responds, smiling.

“Only bought this dress so you could take it off,” Lily teases, attempting to move it out of her way.

“Oh, did you now?” James laughs softly. “I guess it has to come off, then,” he says, unbuttoning the back and pulling it off gently.

Lily watches as he takes in her body hungrily, like this is his last chance to see her.

They both know this won’t be the last time. Neither of them want it to end. James wants Lily to make him hers, and Lily wants James to make her his.

She wants him to carve his name into her bedpost, because she doesn’t want him like a best friend.

After all, she only bought this dress so he could take it off.

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Lily wraps her legs around James’ waist, glad her day dress is short.

She wants him so badly she feels giddy, her head spinning with all the thoughts of him.

She can see pieces of him scattered throughout her room, places where he’s left his mark over the past few months and continues to.

Her closet that holds his clothes. His glasses on her nightstand. There is an indentation in the shape of him on her bed, and she only bought this dress so he could take it off.

But he made his mark on her like a golden tattoo, illuminating her.

“Only bought this dress so you could take it off,” Lily whispers as she falls back onto the bed, her smile matching James’.

“You seem to buy every dress just so I can take it off,” he grins, sliding it over her hips.

“Well, is there any other point in buying one?”

“No, no there is not, love,” James laughs, falling into the bed next to Lily, their bodies electric.

It doesn’t matter if everyone thinks they know about their relationship, if they want to speculate or judge what’s real and what’s not. They know what’s real, and that’s all that matters.

James is Lily’s, and Lily is James’.

All Lily’s dresses are for James to take off.

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