Lily
“You were insecure at the beach,” was the first thing Regulus said after he had safely ushered Lily into his dorm, Lily still not completely dry from the swim. Never one to mince his words, Lily felt herself flush at the reminder of it. Of James. Of kissing him…
Evan and Barty were giving each other tattoos on the other side of the room so Lily quickly cast a silencing charm around the two of them before answering,
“I didn’t want to further inflate his ego by staying,” not a total lie but definitely not the truth either.
Regulus was quick to see through it as he found her a button-up of his and gestured for her to put it on, uncaring that she was still in her swimsuit and would likely get it wet.
“Agreed, but you didn’t leave just because of that, Lils,” Regulus spoke plainly as he draped the shirt over her and began to do up the buttons. She was already staining it with the water left on her skin, but Regulus didn’t seem to care, simply adding, “I have clothes here for you if you’d like to change,” in the calm caring voice he seemed to reserve only for her. Undistracted and at ease in a way she adored seeing him.
“I’m alright for now,” Lily answered after missing a beat. Regulus’s hair wasn’t wet, she noticed, he hadn’t gone in far enough for it to be. Or maybe it was just because he hadn’t dove under like she and James had. She quickly cast a drying charm, not wanting to ruin Regulus’s clothes any further, then found herself unpromptedly asking,
“What are we?” Partly because it was easier than addressing whatever feelings she did or didn’t have for James and partly because she genuinely wanted to know. She’d wanted to for a while if she was being honest with herself.
“We’re whatever you want us to be, mon fleur,” Regulus answered easily. Evasively too, she noticed, “though I did tell Potter we were dating,” he stated, seemingly nonplussed.
“Dating?” Lily raised a brow at him, trying out the word and enjoying how it sounded on her tongue. She quickly found that she quite enjoyed it.
“I may have jumped the gun a little…” Regulus sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, but Lily was quick to shake her head at him and wrap her arms around Regulus with a smile.
“No, you-” Lily stopped for a minute as she lost herself in the flurry of new feelings that were rising in her, caught herself admiring Regulus’s beauty before she was able to continue, “I’m glad you did- tell him that. I’d love for that to be what we are. Dating,” she emphasized the word only half teasingly.
A grin arose on Regulus’s strikingly handsome features, the unabated and widespread kind that Lily had rarely seen from him, his eyes nearly twinkling as he wrapped his arms around her. Pulled her in closer to utter,
“So I can call you my girlfriend then? Now that we’re dating?” Regulus was quick to pull her with him into his bed, and even quicker to close the curtains.
His hair spread out beautifully around him as his head hit the pillow, his smile never leaving his face and Lily realized that she had never seen him this happy. Kissing Regulus with a grin of her own Lily couldn’t bring herself to pull away from him and spoke against his lips, “Only if I can call you my boyfriend,” in a happy hum that escaped her before she could think to catch it.
“That’s a given,” Regulus left her lips only briefly to utter, the gravity of the moment not seeming to have hit either of them yet. They blissfully floated above it as Regulus kissed his way down to the crook of her neck. Wet kisses and relatively gentle bites as Regulus seemed determined to leave his mark, Lily sighing happily and leaning into him at the feeling of it.
His lips where they’d always belonged, a part of her considered, then she wondered how long she’d thought so. How long Lily had seen her brilliant, clever, and considerate friend as handsome, doting, and alluring as well. Perhaps, she thought ever so fleetingly, she had the whole time.
Lily heard herself gasp when she felt Regulus’s fingers wrap carefully underneath her neck, squeeze her there ever so lightly and pull Lily towards him and his ministrations.
“You looked ethereal today,” Regulus lustfully expressed in between kisses, “I almost didn’t want him to see you like that…” he trailed off before kissing her again, this time on her lips, slow and longing only to break away from her to utter, “I mean, fuck, Lils, if you would have seen yourself-”
Lily moaned as felt Regulus’s hands went to squeeze her ass. If he could have seen himself- the few working parts of Lily’s brain mustered. But the rest was lost to him, Regulus almost never this forward in his advances, never so raw and determined when he touched her. It was mind numbing, the way his hands roamed over her without any hesitation, finally free to take what he wanted, and Lily wanted to relish every minute of it.
Of his lithe fingers slowly undoing the buttons of the shirt he put on her, his mouth never leaving hers as he did.
Regulus was confident in a way he hadn’t been before, and as much as she loved his sweet surrenders with her fingers in his hair, Lily loved the way he confidently kissed down to her breasts just as much. Using one hand to pull her closer and the other to roam over her strapless swim top and reverently caress her there.
His thumb brushed over her nipple through the clothing and in a whim of pleasure she found herself arching into the touch.
“Reg, baby,” she gasped unthinkingly. She had wanted to try out the nickname, she had ever since he had started calling her ‘Mon fleur’, but she hadn’t meant for it to slip out quite so sloppily.
Her concerns seemed to be moot however as his lips were swiftly on hers again, warm and docile, and Regulus responded with a sweet hum.
“Or darling, if you like that better,” Lily felt herself flush as Regulus lovingly laved over her collarbone. She was glad he couldn’t see her face from his position, that he couldn’t see the insecurity across it.
Though Regulus only hummed again, more distractedly this time, responding, “you can call me anything you’d like, Mon fleur,” lips spit slick and eyes fond yet determinedly focused as he looked up at her to ask, “may I?” Before glancing down to Lily’s swim top.
Chivalrous even then, Lily found herself somewhat struck by the notion, though it didn’t take her long to breathily respond,
“Please,” even going as far as unhooking her top for him.
In a breeze Regulus had her on her back, admiring her from above and the few strands of light that had managed to slip in between the cracks in the curtains cast a glow over his curls that seemed to resemble a halo. His jaw clenched and his eyes were wide with hunger and it was at that moment Lily thought that Regulus was probably the most attractive being alive.
But Regulus seemed to be in equal awe as he spoke, “Helen of Troy, Mon amour,” he stared at her half-naked form reverently, “she couldn’t compare to you,”
Lily didn’t know what to do with such a compliment, with all the reverence he bestowed upon her. She wasn’t quite sure she deserved it, but her insecurities were trumped by her wanting as she pulled Regulus in closer to her, hand intertwined with his curls while she smirked, “hm, I thought last time it was Aphrodite?”
She couldn’t help but be charmed by him, by the way he so swiftly amended, “you are Aphrodite, Lils,” gingerly holding one of her breasts in his hand before groaning, “merde, you’re better,”
Just the slightest touch left her yearning for more of him, Regulus still fully clothed and seemingly so far away from her. She wanted to feel his body against hers and she was tired of waiting for it.
With purpose, Lily lifted herself up to meet him and heard him groan as she wrapped her arms around neck and her bare breasts pressed up against him. The sound was low and masculine and filled with desire. Desire she shared as she kissed him wantonly and moved her hands downwards to remove his shirt for him only to be quickly swatted away as Regulus laid her back down and stated,
“No, Lils. This is about you, not me,” with a regretful sort of intent about him. As if he wanted to enjoy her but he wouldn’t allow himself.
Lily scoffed, as she could see how hard he was through his pants but Regulus simply placed a placating kiss to her forehead and promised, “next time, Mon fleur,” before leaving a trail of love bites down her body until he reached her hips.
His hands gripping her breasts, nimble fingers he would usually use for handling a quill suddenly pinching her nipples, Regulus laving over them afterwards and making her moan when he bit one. He kissed over it yet again, paying her so much attention there that Lily hardly noticed one of his hands roaming back down to where her swimsuit bottoms still lay on her hips.
His fingers slipped underneath them and he looked up at her once again for permission, Lily so close to having his touch, and she couldn’t help herself from moaning, “yes, Reg,”
She wondered briefly if he would actually go through with it, having been so hesitant before, but in a blur the things were off her body and Regulus was on his knees before her.
He reached for a pillow and with one hand underneath her instructed, “I need to put this underneath you. Lift your hips, please,” he seemed a bit unsure of himself, perhaps not used to taking the lead, but Lily strived to do all she could to make it easier for him and obeyed immediately.
Regulus seemed a bit shocked by this and now only inches away from her center was again staring at her in awe. Like a priest at a temple kneeling before her, so intently fixated as he gaped, “astonishing,” before leaning forwards to lick a hot stripe up her cunt.
He looked like he would have said more if he wasn’t so quickly sucked in by her. One taste and he seemed to be starving for her, his movements sloppy but determined, Regulus trying everything to coax a moan out of her, but learning as he went. It was then that Lily realized that he must not have done this before. He needed guidance, she concluded as he sweetly lapped at her cunt, hands wandering up her thighs when she suggested,
“Don’t be afraid to use those too,” rather breathily.
Glancing up at her and nodding, Regulus quickly devoted himself to sucking on her clit, fingertips brushing her entrance in such a tease and he came up for breath only to say, “you’re so fucking wet, Lils. You’re- fuck, I can’t even begin to describe it,”
His lips were slick with her and a flush spread across Regulus’s face that Lily thought looked absolutely gorgeous paired with the fondness and hunger in his steely blue eyes. He was gorgeous and she had never seen him so devoted to her, so obscene in all the best ways. She wanted to paint a portrait of him, she thought, just like this.
Lily hummed in bliss as Regulus, rarely ever lost for words seemed so newly precluded by them. Staring at her cunt in awe and grinning at her when Lily’s hum turned into a moan as Regulus took her advice and entered her with one finger, uttering what must have been a lubrication spell just before. Long, slow, and curling upwards inside her, he quickly reached places Lily doubted she would ever be able to on her own.
She was finding it hard to breathe, hard to focus on anything but him as one finger shyly turned to two and Regulus used his tongue to worship Lilly’s clit with a whole new intensity. Licking around where his fingers were fucking into her and then going back up for more. He was eating her out with the most incredible vigor and soon Lily was grasping onto Regulus’s curls and desperately begging for more.
“Regulus,” she found herself whining as his fingers took up a new angle inside her and reached even deeper inside her than they had before.
Glancing up at her as his fingers quickened and Lily let out a particularly loud moan, she could see her boyfriend smirk as their eyes met, Regulus never once ceasing to pleasure her throughout it. She fleetingly wondered how he had gotten so good, how he had caught on so quickly despite this being as far as she knew his first time eating someone out. But just as she was about to pose the question Regulus paused his ministrations to ask,
“Do you want a third finger, Lils? Looks like you could take it, but I don’t want it to be too much,” he drew his fingers out of her and massaged over her cunt with them in the meantime, then with a strand of worry added, “I don’t want to hurt you, Mon fleur,”
“Reg, it won’t be,” Lily softened towards him, her Reg always so considerate, “I’d love that,” she smiled fondly at him before asking, “now will you please keep fingering me?”
Regulus laid a sweet kiss to the top of her cunt, all too eager to continue and had just begun to enter her with three of his fingers when they heard a loud knock on the door.
Lily, crying out at the new feeling Regulus was slowly introducing her to, the wonderful fullness of his fingers inside her, moaned, “don’t answer it, ah, Reg, that feels so good,”
“I don’t want to, Mon fleur,” Regulus used his thumb to rub her clit so he could reply. His fingers pumped inside her diligently as he continued to introduce her to a new world of pleasure. Lily was panting and pressing into him, tightening her grip around his curls. Desperate for more and so close to getting it until the knocking repeated and Lily groaned in annoyance while she ground her hips down to seek out more of the pleasure.
She was so close to cumming, but it wasn’t as if they were going to go away…
Struck by her dilemma Lily sighed and separated herself for Regulus, his magical tongue and lovely long fingers rather reluctantly, figuring they could get rid of whoever was at the door quickly then return to what they were doing.
Regulus however seemed a tad more reluctant to leave her, furrowing his brows and even pouting at her a bit, chin and mouth glistening with her wetness.
“Wha-?” He hazily began to question before Lily pulled him up to give him a kiss, shutting him up enough for her to ask,
“Baby, would you get the door?” Voice laced with sugar to ensure he did so. No part of Lily wanted him to leave her, nor for his sex induced haze to come to an end, but the fucker at the door wouldn’t go away so Lily forced herself to be patient.
Regulus, ever obedient, covered Lily with blankets and kissed her forehead before reluctantly making his way to the door, swallowing his words but it was clear he’d wanted to make her cum first. Lily watched with the curtains half-open, noticing that Evan and Barty had left at some point, as the dorm was now empty save her and Regulus.
She gazed longingly at her boyfriend as he strode across the room, making no effort to wipe the slick off of his face until right before his hand was on the doorknob, opening the door only to sigh,
“Of fucking course, Potter,”
. . .
“Is it a bad time?” Lily sat straight up in bed at the sound of James’s voice, clinging the covers against her upon remembering that she was fully naked.
“Fucking obviously,” her boyfriend deadpanned, and Lily’s desire had faded enough that she rather oddly felt that Reg was being too harsh on him. Typically she was all for telling Potter to fuck off, but after the kiss… something had stirred in her.
Grabbing the cardigan Regulus had loaned her off of the floor and quickly making sure she was mostly covered up, Lily walked over to stand next to him and interject,
“No, James, not at all,” in a way that almost sounded- gross, cheery.
James’s eyes lit up at the sight of her, smiling ear to ear and Lily noticed that he was holding a bright orange Le Creuset pot with a ribbon and bow tied over it. She wasn’t sure why Potter was giving them cookware, but figured that there might be something inside.
Her guess turned out to be right when James gestured for them to take it, warily explaining, “I, uh, wasn’t sure how to take everything that happened at the lake, but I kinda use cooking as a coping mechanism so…” he trailed off, staring quite a bit at both of them before commenting,
“Fuck, you two look hot,” and shaking his head as if scolding himself before Lily took the expensive and rather heavy pot from him and James blurted, “It’s chicken shawarma. My Maa’s recipe. I hope you don’t mind, Pads and I had some. Too good not to, you know, but we left most of it for you. Didn’t tell Remus we made it or it woulda been gone,” he rambled, stuffing his hands in pockets somewhat nervously as he glanced between the two of them.
Feeling an ounce of pity for Potter, Lily answered, “we won’t dump it out,” with the slightest bit of a smile. Regulus didn’t disagree with Lily, which surprised her, instead opting to wrap an arm around her and say,
“We’ll tell you if it’s horrible,” far less cordially.
“That’s his way of saying thank you,” Lily found the need to translate for James.
“Believe me, I know, Evans,” Potter smiled, grinned ear to ear really, waggling his brows at Regulus in a way that very much made Lily regret being even remotely nice to him, then James all but cooed, “you’re a sweetheart for telling me anyway, though,” sending her a wink that almost made Lily drop the pot she was holding as heat rose through her entire body.
She still hadn’t cum, she remembered, she wondered how it would feel if Potter made her cum… if he was as good at in bed as he was at insinuating about it…
No, Lily snapped herself out of it, she shouldn’t even be thinking that. But James had called her a sweetheart the way he had and…
“Don’t ever fucking look at her like that,” she was snapped from her thoughts as Lily felt Regulus tighten his hold on her waist and pull her slightly behind him. His voice was cold, venomous, and protective and Lily couldn’t help but feel slightly out of the loop until she remembered what she was wearing—which was barely anything—and too late noticed James’s gaze on her.
“Like what?” Potter responded fairly dumbly and Regulus was quick to snipe,
“Like she’s a piece of meat,” and send James a nearly lethal glare.
“I wasn’t- I didn’t mean to,” Potter flustered and Lily found herself interjecting,
“I didn’t think you had,” without thinking beforehand. She was off her game, that much was crystal fucking clear. Lily soon found herself leaning slightly into Regulus for support. He knew how to be mean to Potter. He was always so much better at it than she was… her thoughts trailed off.
Understanding nearly immediately, Regulus icily warned, “do it again and I’ll gouge your eyes out,” before slamming the door swiftly in James’s face, whom Lily found herself actually pitying for once. Something had to be severely wrong with her if that was the case.
But Lily was easily able to write it off as lust when just as she was about to apologize or explain that she had no idea what had come over her Regulus simply took the pot from her and set it down before kissing her soundly and securely. His arms wrapped around Lily as if to say he understood, that he wasn’t bothered as his fingertips danced over the hem of the cardigan she was wearing.
Hastily thrown on and about to be carefully taken off while Regulus continued to kiss her in a way that took her mind away from everything that wasn’t him. Regulus only parting only briefly enough to hum,
“I believe we have unfinished business to attend to, don’t we, Mon fleur?”
. . .
Later that day, after quite a lot of contemplation, Lily found herself unable to clear her head of all that had happened and decided the best course of action would be to return to the spot where all the confusion had started.
On her way back to the lake, Lily paused upon reaching the edge of the forest, stopped still in her tracks as she noticed an all too familiar figure sitting by the shore where she had originally planned to. For a moment she considered heading back but soon decided rather insanely against it.
Undeterred, she made her way down the shore and sat only a few feet away from James in the sand. Looking out on the water it was a brilliant shade of blue and Lily focused rather intently on it so that she didn’t have to focus on the man she hadn’t even given the courtesy of greeting right beside her.
She was still thinking about it, the way he had held her so closely to him, kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world, sincere and moorish in how his lips lingered over hers even long after they had been pulled away.
There was so much care and emotion in that kiss. So much longing that James had spent years tucking away. Lily didn’t think she could keep that much emotion and longing inside of her for as long as James had, only releasing it in small amounts when given permission…
In an odd movement that Lily herself found she had little to no control over, she reached her hand out to James, saying nothing, careful not to lest she say or do something she’d come to regret, and simply leaving it there, until only half a moment later she felt a large, warm, and gently calloused hand intertwined with hers.
“Can’t stop thinking about it either, huh?” James all but read her mind, voice deep and rich like all the spices he had used in his chicken, warm and easy like James always was. Lily wasn’t quite sure when she’d made the switch from ‘Potter’ to ‘James’ in her head, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but she figured it must have been some time around when he’d kissed her. Regulus was right, Potter really was good at that.
“Actually I was thinking about how I don’t know anything about you,” Lily pivoted in hopes of avoiding having to confirm what she was sure Potter already knew.
James hummed and squeezed her hand before turning to face her, though Lily firmly determined to keep her eyes on the water. She was with Reg. She loved Reg. Potter was just a honey trap luring in his victims. And yet, she couldn’t let go of his hand.
“Well, what do you want to know?” He spoke as if he’d tell her anything. As if all she needed to do was ask. Lily looked down at where James was holding her hand in his, at the dark caramel colored skin and larger size that contrasted with hers, felt the warmth emanating from him and almost fell in before she forced herself to look away.
“Your favorite color,” she suggested, a bit bashfully adding, “mine’s green,”
“Would you laugh at me if I told you mine was red?” He rubbed the back of his neck and Lily noticed a bit of color in his cheeks. It was almost as if he was nervous, Lily shook her head at that, no, the Potter she knew didn't get nervous.
“Potter, I swear, if this is a line…” she nearly rolled her eyes just in anticipation of the bit. Though James was quick to answer,
“It’s not, I like it ‘cuz it’s celebratory in my culture and stuff, although I can’t say that your hair didn’t contribute to it,” Lily very audibly groaned, but felt herself smiling after she did. How did James manage to be so genuine and yet such an arsehole at the same time?
“Ugh, when’s your birthday?” Lily pivoted, eager to get away from the minefield that was Potter’s mixed sincerity.
”Asking some hard hitting questions there, Evans,” James chuckled and Lily almost allowed herself to laugh along with him, only just managing not to. But it was more than likely that Potter was putting on an act, just losing the bravado that he otherwise always used, and she was simply his captive audience, Lily had to remind herself.
”You know when mine is, it’s only fair,” she grumbled and considered taking her hand out of his. She couldn’t quite bring herself to however as James smoothed his thumb over her knuckles and she almost melted into him. Maybe it wasn’t an act? She quickly found herself taking leave of her senses. Being sucked in, just like he wanted.
“March 27th, feel free to get me something,” James smiled, not his usual lighting up a room or ‘I just won a quidditch game’ smile, but a smaller sheepish one. Slightly insecure and free of any performance or falsities. It was as if she had caught him off guard and he didn’t have to be the sun for a moment, just himself.
Oddly charmed by it, Lily asked, “What would you want?” With notably less venom than she usually used. She found herself matching his smile, small and sincere. Not for any audience but their own. She knew she shouldn’t, and yet with James it felt so natural that Lily couldn’t even bring herself to question it. She was almost… comfortable with him.
Just when Lily was about to rip her hand away to prevent any further levels of comfort from developing, James gave her hand a light squeeze, reassuring and cozy as if he could tell she was having questions about it. Then, eased back into his grasp, he answered,
“A kiss,” he paused ever so briefly, “or a seashell,” James went on, picking one up out of the sand and handing it to her to say, “anything from you,” as if he truly would accept anything, even the harshest of slaps or a rusty old coin as long as it was from her.
“Oh,” Lily felt herself flush rather heavily, his words hitting her far harder than she’d expected, as she’d never heard anything quite like that from James. So simple and sincere where she’d always seen him to be the very definition of falsities before.
“I could find you one,” she uttered, “a seashell. Or a kiss,” Lily forced herself not to lean into the warm and sturdy comfort she found in James’s grasp. Not to pout ever so slightly when that grip was pulling away, his hand leaving hers to cradle her face, James’s thumb smoothing over her lips so tenderly that Lily couldn’t not lean into it.
Couldn't help but give in to the unseemly allure that she had for so long been repelled by. Lily for once not resolutely convinced that it would be an absolute nightmare to indulge him. A mistake, obviously, but maybe one she was meant to make, she thought rather recklessly as James held her with an unexpected amount of familiarity and ease.
Leaning closer to her with overwhelming warmth and honesty as he spoke, “either one, love. I just hope you’ll let me get you something for yours in return.”
His caring brown eyes hit Lily right in her weak spot, so wide and hopeful that it was as if all he really wanted was to be able to give her a gift, and oddly enough Lily had a feeling it was exactly that. Fuck, part of her wanted to let him.
Before she could make any further mistakes Lily forced herself to ask, “do you want the pot back?”
“What?” James questioned as if shaken out of a trance and Lily couldn’t tell if he was playing dumb, actually was, or if he genuinely hadn’t heard her.
“The pot,” she reiterated, “do you want it back?”
James shook his head like he was confused or moderately offended, “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” His brows were furrowed together in what appeared to be disbelief. It was almost as if he was hurt. Ugh, why was it that Lily didn’t want him to be hurt? She must have contracted something like Regulus had suggested.
“That’s what I’m trying to think about right now,” Lily specified, only briefly cursing herself for being so honest, “-so I don’t think about… other things….” She trailed off breathily. Why was it that shit like this always happened when she was around Potter? It was like he was some sort of warm and fuzzy truth serum that she uncontrollably and unfalteringly ended up taking. A fireplace she let herself get cozy around then before she knew it she was leaning in too close and getting burned.
“The other things?” James arched a brow at her as if he didn’t already know, as if Lily’s admission hadn’t practically spelled it out for him. She may as well have outright told him that she wanted to kiss him again. That she couldn’t wait for March 27th and Regulus’s permission to come around and she was hardly holding onto herself now.
“Yes, Potter, the fucking other things,” Lily huffed, purposely moved herself back to where she was originally seated in the sand. Before she had fallen into him like some doe eyed girl making a fool of herself in front of him yet again.
She was sure James was about to taunt her relentlessly about it and was bracing herself for impact when instead he kindly spoke,
“It’s okay to think about the other things, you know,” his voice smooth and warm like melting butter, “it’s okay to want them too. It’s alright with Reg and it’s more than alright with me,” as he spoke he scooted himself closer to her, close enough for Lily to rest her head on his shoulder, warm and muscular arm lined up right against hers.
On a whim, or some viciously uncontrollable instinct, Lily found herself doing just that, leaning into him as she hummed, “that’s a nice idea in theory,” and felt James stiffen briefly and then ease against her. She felt herself relaxing against him, with some inherent knowledge that she could and she was safe with him, a lavender haze that both increased and broke the second James reached to wrap his arm around her.
Nearly everything inside Lily urged her to stay, save one miraculous once of common sense. The reminder that she was falling into the honey trap, just about to get stuck.
With a jolt, she stood up and shook James off of her, nervously adding, “but only in theory,” in her haste to get away. Away from Potter, away from the beach, and away from anything that reminded her just how much she’d enjoyed the kiss she’d shared with him and how badly she wanted another one.