Smutathon Entry 4: Pure Imagination (Lily/James)
Title: Pure Imagination
Pairing: James/Lily
A/N: None
Smut:
"Close your eyes."
James did as he was told and let Lily lead him into the next room. He wondered what she could possibly be up to; she'd been secretive and teasing all day.
"You can look now."
He opened his eyes and felt his mouth fall to the floor: his living room looked like the Transfiguration classroom at Hogwarts.
"What's going on?" he asked, walking around the tables and chairs toward the front of the classroom and the large oak desk that stood there.
Lily came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist in answer. She started kissing his neck, gently nipping at his earlobes before he turned around and took her for a long, deep kiss.
"Why Hogwarts?" he asked, casually removing her shirt and eyeing the new lace bra she was wearing. "What's wrong with our living room? Or our bedroom, even?" He let her hair down, running his hand through her auburn locks.
She grinned mischievously as she unbuttoned his shirt. "You, Mr. Potter, are in detention."
He raised his eyebrows. "I am?"
"Use your imagination," she whispered, tossing his shirt over her shoulders and running her hands over his chest.
"Or what?" he murmured, pulling her close. "You'll punish me?"
With a quick flick of her wand, his trousers were on the floor. Another wave saw the lights go down until the strange illusion of the Transfiguration classroom flickered in the glow of a single lamp.
"Tell me, Mr. Potter, does this feel like punishment?" She slid her hands around his waist and pushed down his pants, cupping his buttocks from behind before moving toward the front for a slow, languid massage. She watched him intently, still grinning slyly.
"If it is, I like your punishment, Mrs. Potter," he managed to reply in between her expert ministrations. "You certainly have a way with your wand."
"That's not the only thing I'm good at." She winked as she knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth. He gasped at the sudden, unexpected warmth and leaned against the desk. He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure, her tongue light and quick and oh-so-teasing. He almost hated that she was so far away, that all he could do was run his hands through her hair.
"Lily," he groaned, unable to bear it much longer. He felt her smile around him and almost lost it; instead, he reached down to tilt her face up toward him so he could see her eyes. With one long, last kiss, she released him, and he pulled her up to him, crashing his lips to hers.
He turned them around so she was facing him against the desk. "Your turn," he whispered in her ear, kissing his way down her neck, across her collarbone, over her chest. With one hand he undid the clasp on her bra; the other slipped beneath her skirt and slid between her legs. She gasped as he slid one finger inside her, his lips working their way back up to hers.
He pulled her close, pressing himself against her as her breathing came faster and faster. One finger explored her warm depths, then a second, then with a gasp, he felt her convulse around him, calling out his name and begging for more.
Flipping her over, he lifted her skirt, quickly admiring her bare bum as she wordlessly bent over the desk, elbows propped up, head to the side with a breathless, expectant grin. He kissed the back of her neck as he slid into her from behind. She shuddered and whispered his name once more as he began to move within her, hands roving down to her hips, then to the mound of warm curls between her legs.
She encouraged him with dirty words; he pumped faster, harder, his fingers pressing into that one spot that always drove her over the edge. She ground into him, somehow wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a deep kiss before she released him and he felt that subtle sensation: once, twice, and a third thrust, and she convulsed around him, shuddering with ecstasy. He felt his own climax flow into her and wrapped his arms around her hips, holding her tight as he came, moaning her name into her hair.
She collapsed on the desk with a soft giggle, then slowly turned around, pulling him close to stay warm. He nuzzled her neck and sighed.
"I wish all my detentions had been like that," he murmured.
"Good thing you had a lot of detentions then," she replied wickedly. "Your punishment isn't nearly over."
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Pairing: James/Lily
A/N: None
Smut:
"Close your eyes."
James did as he was told and let Lily lead him into the next room. He wondered what she could possibly be up to; she'd been secretive and teasing all day.
"You can look now."
He opened his eyes and felt his mouth fall to the floor: his living room looked like the Transfiguration classroom at Hogwarts.
"What's going on?" he asked, walking around the tables and chairs toward the front of the classroom and the large oak desk that stood there.
Lily came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist in answer. She started kissing his neck, gently nipping at his earlobes before he turned around and took her for a long, deep kiss.
"Why Hogwarts?" he asked, casually removing her shirt and eyeing the new lace bra she was wearing. "What's wrong with our living room? Or our bedroom, even?" He let her hair down, running his hand through her auburn locks.
She grinned mischievously as she unbuttoned his shirt. "You, Mr. Potter, are in detention."
He raised his eyebrows. "I am?"
"Use your imagination," she whispered, tossing his shirt over her shoulders and running her hands over his chest.
"Or what?" he murmured, pulling her close. "You'll punish me?"
With a quick flick of her wand, his trousers were on the floor. Another wave saw the lights go down until the strange illusion of the Transfiguration classroom flickered in the glow of a single lamp.
"Tell me, Mr. Potter, does this feel like punishment?" She slid her hands around his waist and pushed down his pants, cupping his buttocks from behind before moving toward the front for a slow, languid massage. She watched him intently, still grinning slyly.
"If it is, I like your punishment, Mrs. Potter," he managed to reply in between her expert ministrations. "You certainly have a way with your wand."
"That's not the only thing I'm good at." She winked as she knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth. He gasped at the sudden, unexpected warmth and leaned against the desk. He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure, her tongue light and quick and oh-so-teasing. He almost hated that she was so far away, that all he could do was run his hands through her hair.
"Lily," he groaned, unable to bear it much longer. He felt her smile around him and almost lost it; instead, he reached down to tilt her face up toward him so he could see her eyes. With one long, last kiss, she released him, and he pulled her up to him, crashing his lips to hers.
He turned them around so she was facing him against the desk. "Your turn," he whispered in her ear, kissing his way down her neck, across her collarbone, over her chest. With one hand he undid the clasp on her bra; the other slipped beneath her skirt and slid between her legs. She gasped as he slid one finger inside her, his lips working their way back up to hers.
He pulled her close, pressing himself against her as her breathing came faster and faster. One finger explored her warm depths, then a second, then with a gasp, he felt her convulse around him, calling out his name and begging for more.
Flipping her over, he lifted her skirt, quickly admiring her bare bum as she wordlessly bent over the desk, elbows propped up, head to the side with a breathless, expectant grin. He kissed the back of her neck as he slid into her from behind. She shuddered and whispered his name once more as he began to move within her, hands roving down to her hips, then to the mound of warm curls between her legs.
She encouraged him with dirty words; he pumped faster, harder, his fingers pressing into that one spot that always drove her over the edge. She ground into him, somehow wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a deep kiss before she released him and he felt that subtle sensation: once, twice, and a third thrust, and she convulsed around him, shuddering with ecstasy. He felt his own climax flow into her and wrapped his arms around her hips, holding her tight as he came, moaning her name into her hair.
She collapsed on the desk with a soft giggle, then slowly turned around, pulling him close to stay warm. He nuzzled her neck and sighed.
"I wish all my detentions had been like that," he murmured.
"Good thing you had a lot of detentions then," she replied wickedly. "Your punishment isn't nearly over."
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