[Merry Christmas, and other holiday wishes]
I have here a fic intended for Hallie's consumption, since I do not know whether or not I will have a chance to talk to her again before Christmas, or indeed whether I will be online again before the 26th, and I wouldn't want to be late with the gift.
The sweet story that was originally planned to be L/J!Smut is nearly done, and the smutty, smutty replacement is here. So, without further ado, Hallie's NC-17 Rated L/J Christmas Present:
"What are you thinking?" Lily asked him, catching the gleam in his eye. "I know that look. That look is bad news."
She twirled a bit in front of the mirror. This latest dress was a major improvement over all of the others, James was willing to admit. Her sister's wedding was in less than two weeks and she still hadn't found the right one.
James crossed his arms impatiently. "I'm thinking that you can't buy that dress. I've never put my foot down about anything before, and I promise I never will again, but I absolutely forbid you to buy it."
"I like this dress," Lily pouted, turning away from the mirror to face him. "What's wrong with it?"
His eyes scanned up and down her body in a manner she would not have considered appropriate for public consumption. "It's too short," he said finally, failing to tear his eyes from her legs.
If he had been able to look up, he would have noticed the flush staining her cheeks. "Don't be silly. It's a perfectly decent length… for a Muggle, anyway."
"You can't buy it," James repeated in exasperation. "Lily, it would be cruel. How could you think of making me sit through a horribly long reception while you're wearing that? I'd be lucky if I only went crazy."
Lily's eyes narrowed slyly and she took a step towards him. "So you do like it."
He swallowed, eyes now glued to the dangerous neckline of the dress. "Lily…"
She reached out a hand and gently forced him to look her in the eye. "Are you entirely certain you don't want me to buy this dress?" Her eyes caressed the skin of his neck before dropping in a not-entirely-subtle manner, and James felt his whole body flush.
"I just thought you wanted me to be on my best behaviour at your sister's wedding," he managed.
Lily gave him a positively demonic smile and went off to pay for the dress.
*
Sitting through the Muggle service was possibly the worst sort of torture James could have imagined. It was boring and stifling and long, the sort of long that Lily's dress was not. She'd dropped her purse when they'd first come in and bent down to retrieve it, and he'd caught a flash of her panties.
They were black. Obviously she had been possessed by the devil himself. James shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked at his watch. Four more hours, he thought despairingly. At least the service was over, and his boredom would be relieved. Still, that four hours would include dining and dancing, and having Lily pressed up against his body in that little number was not likely to relieve his discomfort in any way.
At that moment, James seriously loathed Muggle tradition.
"Are you ready to go?"
He jumped a bit, realizing he must have been letting his mind wander. "What?"
Lily elbowed him in the ribs. "To the reception. The rest of my family are taking their automobiles, but we can Apparate, if you'd like. Do you remember when I showed you where the hall was?"
James had a vague impression of a shapeless, characterless building. It wasn't much, but it was enough. "I think so." A horrible, terrible, very appealing idea was forming in his brain. "I'll meet you there, shall I?"
James Apparated just outside of the main building, back behind it where he figured it was safe to do so without risking the Statute of Secrecy. When, after a minute, Lily hadn't shown up, he figured she must have Apparated inside somewhere- probably the women's loo; it would be fairly safe in there for a while until people started arriving. He grinned to himself; the hunt was on.
The hallways were mostly dark and deserted; Lily's Muggle relatives would be half an hour at least in getting here. That was just fine as far as James was concerned; he certainly didn't have a need of them at the moment.
As he'd suspected, Lily had Apparated directly into the loo. She pushed open the door before he could even knock, walking directly into him. James allowed himself another inward smile; she was making this too easy for him. He backed her into the washroom instead of allowing her to get past him.
"James!" she swatted at his arms. "You startled me."
"Did I?" he asked, unconcerned, pressing her into the wall and kissing her firmly. He felt more than heard her moan into his mouth as she parted her lips to allow his tongue entrance. "Sorry," he continued, breaking the kiss and trailing his fingers up her sides, not feeling at all contrite. He moved his lips to her neck, taking full advantage of the low cut of her dress to sneak a peak at her breasts.
"James!" Lily protested. "What are you doing?"
He drew a bit of skin into his mouth and bit it gently, reveling in her gasp. "Giving you a taste of your own medicine. I told you not to buy that dress. Do you know how much restraint I had to use this afternoon?" He licked a long line up her neck to her ear and ground his hips against hers; Lily's fingers buried themselves in his hair. "I've been hard for an hour and a half, Lily."
James slid one hand to Lily's hip, fastening his mouth on the pulse point on her neck. With his other hand he explored her breasts; Lily might have been playing coy, but parts of her body were betraying her.
"Oh?" she whispered into his hair, arching into his touch. "And just what-" he pinched a nipple and she moaned- "are you going to do about it?"
He moved the hand he'd been keeping at her hip just a bit lower, under the fabric of her dress, and cupped her between her legs. Even through her panties he could feel how hot and wet she was; Lily was every bit as aroused by their situation as he was. "I'm going to make you just as desperate as I am," he answered silkily. Then he slid one long finger past her panties and into her. "And then I'm going to fuck you against this wall."
He could feel her knees weaken at this statement, or perhaps it was because he was rubbing the heel of his hand against the tight bundle of nerves between her legs as he probed her wetness.
"I knew you liked this dress," she breathed, exhaling heavily and reaching around to grasp his erection through his trousers.
James dropped his head to lean against hers, fighting to keep the upper hand. "Yeah, I like the dress," he admitted, fingers working a bit faster now that Lily had a hold of him, as well. He managed to work her panties down her legs with the other hand.
The delicious rasp of flesh on flesh warned him that Lily hadn't been idle, either. Her warm hand encircled him, smearing the pearly droplets that had gathered on his cock. "Lily-"
She pulled him closer, rubbing him against her slick folds, and James groaned at the sensation. He put his hands underneath her legs and lifted her up as she guided him inside of her.
"Yes," Lily whispered against his neck, biting him gently and pulling him tighter to her. Then, leaning her head against the wall, "Yes, just like that."
He repositioned his hands a bit before moving in earnest, and Lily squeezed with her legs in time with his thrusts. When he was sure her grip was tight enough, he trailed a hand over her breasts and down, past her navel, rubbing against her clit.
She moaned and pulled at his hair, tucking his head neatly between her neck and shoulder. Then all at once she contracted around him, an explosion of wet heat that caused him to lose all control, pushing into her faster until-
"Come for me," Lily commanded quietly, her tongue circling his ear, and James did, calling on every ounce of control he had to keep from yelling out.
They stood there against the wall for a minute, catching their breath, before James lowered Lily to the ground with a kiss. "I really, really like that dress," he said wistfully as she cleaned herself up.
Lily laughed and swatted at him again. "I gathered."
"Are you sure we have to be here all night?"
"Well, maybe it would be alright to leave a little early…"
The sweet story that was originally planned to be L/J!Smut is nearly done, and the smutty, smutty replacement is here. So, without further ado, Hallie's NC-17 Rated L/J Christmas Present:
"What are you thinking?" Lily asked him, catching the gleam in his eye. "I know that look. That look is bad news."
She twirled a bit in front of the mirror. This latest dress was a major improvement over all of the others, James was willing to admit. Her sister's wedding was in less than two weeks and she still hadn't found the right one.
James crossed his arms impatiently. "I'm thinking that you can't buy that dress. I've never put my foot down about anything before, and I promise I never will again, but I absolutely forbid you to buy it."
"I like this dress," Lily pouted, turning away from the mirror to face him. "What's wrong with it?"
His eyes scanned up and down her body in a manner she would not have considered appropriate for public consumption. "It's too short," he said finally, failing to tear his eyes from her legs.
If he had been able to look up, he would have noticed the flush staining her cheeks. "Don't be silly. It's a perfectly decent length… for a Muggle, anyway."
"You can't buy it," James repeated in exasperation. "Lily, it would be cruel. How could you think of making me sit through a horribly long reception while you're wearing that? I'd be lucky if I only went crazy."
Lily's eyes narrowed slyly and she took a step towards him. "So you do like it."
He swallowed, eyes now glued to the dangerous neckline of the dress. "Lily…"
She reached out a hand and gently forced him to look her in the eye. "Are you entirely certain you don't want me to buy this dress?" Her eyes caressed the skin of his neck before dropping in a not-entirely-subtle manner, and James felt his whole body flush.
"I just thought you wanted me to be on my best behaviour at your sister's wedding," he managed.
Lily gave him a positively demonic smile and went off to pay for the dress.
*
Sitting through the Muggle service was possibly the worst sort of torture James could have imagined. It was boring and stifling and long, the sort of long that Lily's dress was not. She'd dropped her purse when they'd first come in and bent down to retrieve it, and he'd caught a flash of her panties.
They were black. Obviously she had been possessed by the devil himself. James shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked at his watch. Four more hours, he thought despairingly. At least the service was over, and his boredom would be relieved. Still, that four hours would include dining and dancing, and having Lily pressed up against his body in that little number was not likely to relieve his discomfort in any way.
At that moment, James seriously loathed Muggle tradition.
"Are you ready to go?"
He jumped a bit, realizing he must have been letting his mind wander. "What?"
Lily elbowed him in the ribs. "To the reception. The rest of my family are taking their automobiles, but we can Apparate, if you'd like. Do you remember when I showed you where the hall was?"
James had a vague impression of a shapeless, characterless building. It wasn't much, but it was enough. "I think so." A horrible, terrible, very appealing idea was forming in his brain. "I'll meet you there, shall I?"
James Apparated just outside of the main building, back behind it where he figured it was safe to do so without risking the Statute of Secrecy. When, after a minute, Lily hadn't shown up, he figured she must have Apparated inside somewhere- probably the women's loo; it would be fairly safe in there for a while until people started arriving. He grinned to himself; the hunt was on.
The hallways were mostly dark and deserted; Lily's Muggle relatives would be half an hour at least in getting here. That was just fine as far as James was concerned; he certainly didn't have a need of them at the moment.
As he'd suspected, Lily had Apparated directly into the loo. She pushed open the door before he could even knock, walking directly into him. James allowed himself another inward smile; she was making this too easy for him. He backed her into the washroom instead of allowing her to get past him.
"James!" she swatted at his arms. "You startled me."
"Did I?" he asked, unconcerned, pressing her into the wall and kissing her firmly. He felt more than heard her moan into his mouth as she parted her lips to allow his tongue entrance. "Sorry," he continued, breaking the kiss and trailing his fingers up her sides, not feeling at all contrite. He moved his lips to her neck, taking full advantage of the low cut of her dress to sneak a peak at her breasts.
"James!" Lily protested. "What are you doing?"
He drew a bit of skin into his mouth and bit it gently, reveling in her gasp. "Giving you a taste of your own medicine. I told you not to buy that dress. Do you know how much restraint I had to use this afternoon?" He licked a long line up her neck to her ear and ground his hips against hers; Lily's fingers buried themselves in his hair. "I've been hard for an hour and a half, Lily."
James slid one hand to Lily's hip, fastening his mouth on the pulse point on her neck. With his other hand he explored her breasts; Lily might have been playing coy, but parts of her body were betraying her.
"Oh?" she whispered into his hair, arching into his touch. "And just what-" he pinched a nipple and she moaned- "are you going to do about it?"
He moved the hand he'd been keeping at her hip just a bit lower, under the fabric of her dress, and cupped her between her legs. Even through her panties he could feel how hot and wet she was; Lily was every bit as aroused by their situation as he was. "I'm going to make you just as desperate as I am," he answered silkily. Then he slid one long finger past her panties and into her. "And then I'm going to fuck you against this wall."
He could feel her knees weaken at this statement, or perhaps it was because he was rubbing the heel of his hand against the tight bundle of nerves between her legs as he probed her wetness.
"I knew you liked this dress," she breathed, exhaling heavily and reaching around to grasp his erection through his trousers.
James dropped his head to lean against hers, fighting to keep the upper hand. "Yeah, I like the dress," he admitted, fingers working a bit faster now that Lily had a hold of him, as well. He managed to work her panties down her legs with the other hand.
The delicious rasp of flesh on flesh warned him that Lily hadn't been idle, either. Her warm hand encircled him, smearing the pearly droplets that had gathered on his cock. "Lily-"
She pulled him closer, rubbing him against her slick folds, and James groaned at the sensation. He put his hands underneath her legs and lifted her up as she guided him inside of her.
"Yes," Lily whispered against his neck, biting him gently and pulling him tighter to her. Then, leaning her head against the wall, "Yes, just like that."
He repositioned his hands a bit before moving in earnest, and Lily squeezed with her legs in time with his thrusts. When he was sure her grip was tight enough, he trailed a hand over her breasts and down, past her navel, rubbing against her clit.
She moaned and pulled at his hair, tucking his head neatly between her neck and shoulder. Then all at once she contracted around him, an explosion of wet heat that caused him to lose all control, pushing into her faster until-
"Come for me," Lily commanded quietly, her tongue circling his ear, and James did, calling on every ounce of control he had to keep from yelling out.
They stood there against the wall for a minute, catching their breath, before James lowered Lily to the ground with a kiss. "I really, really like that dress," he said wistfully as she cleaned herself up.
Lily laughed and swatted at him again. "I gathered."
"Are you sure we have to be here all night?"
"Well, maybe it would be alright to leave a little early…"