The Stag and The Harpy | James Potter

Finally

{{you guys are so funny in the comments. I was gonna make you wait till tomorrow for this chapter, but it's Sunday and I'm feeling nice ;) again, PSA: This chapter is mature. If you're too young to be doing it, you're too young to be reading it. Enjoy!}}

Later couldn't come soon enough.

James' hands were itching to be back on Phoebe's body, even as they all played games and chatted. Even when they sat down to eat dinner. Every flirty smile and lingering gaze sent Phoebe further into the spiral of lust she hadn't been able to shake.

James' gentle caresses didn't help, his hand grazing hers. His thigh pressing up against her. Her anger from earlier had been replaced by neediness that only he could satisfy. But they waited patiently. Phoebe chatted and helped Mia while James messed around with Sirius and Remus. Slowly the night wore on and Remus left. Then Fleamont went to bed. And then Mia and the teenagers.

Phoebe had barely shut her door before there was a quiet knock on the other side, the house dead quiet otherwise. She smiles and opens it a crack, her grin growing at the sight of James. He'd slipped on his pj pants, skipping the shirt much to her delight.

"Can I help you?" Phoebe asks playfully, peeking at him mischeviously.

"Open the bloody door, you minx."

She laughs softly at his tone and begins to slowly open the door, giggling when he grunts impatiently and bursts through. He spins her around and presses her up against the now shut door, both of them wincing slightly at the sound.

After quickly casting a silencing spell James listens, trying to fight a smile as he waits to make sure no one has woken up. He smiles triumphantly when another beat of silence passes, bringing his lips to hers. Phoebe grins against his lips, sliding her hands up into his hair. James bites her lower lip softly, tugging until she gasps and parts her lips for his greedy tongue. He moans at the first contact and fists her shirt in his hands. Phoebe melts into him, teasing him with feather light touches of her own tongue. James groans and pulls away, whispering,

"You promised no teasing."

"Don't pretend you don't like it," She murmurs cheekily, reaching back and guiding up the hands that are holding her shirt. James chuckles and slowly slides her shirt up over her head and tossing it aside. He takes a step back to study her, her hair perfectly mussed from the removal of the clothing item. Phoebe grows uncomfortable under his gaze and asks defensively,

"What?"

"You are the most incredible thing I've seen in my life," James professes honestly, soaking her in from head to toe. She flushes slightly, her smile soft and shy. She shuffles closer to where he's now standing and reaches up, cupping his cheeks delicately. Her throat feels raw when she whispers,

"I love you."

James grins, like he does every time he hears those words from her mouth. They make him feel invincible. He lowers his head and kisses her cheek, replying easily,

"I love you. So much."

Phoebe smirks when his lips move to her neck and she says, "You used to hate me."

She jumps when he bites her. Hard. Her knees lock together, pleasure making her harshly exhale. James slides his hands along her bare sides, mumbling firmly around her neck,

"I never hated you."

Phoebe's chuckle dies in her throat when he does it again, bites down and tugs on her skin aggressively. Her head lolls back into his waiting hand for support, completely weak to the sensation. James runs his tongue over the large love bites forming, smug at the dazed look of pleasure on her face. He bands his arms underneath her bum and easily lifts her, his grin growing when her legs instantly snap around his waist.