AHS Imagines

james - with passion

author's note:

- warning: contains smut

- as a rule, i don't usually write smut, but i thought I would have a shot at it using more tame language, if that makes sense

- so the very first chapter i wrote for this book was similar to this, but i just wanted to try write around this idea again

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You and James had been together for a long while now. He was the first man you'd ever been with who you truly trusted. He respected you and would never do anything to violate you. After learning that no man had yet deflowered you, he was adamant about preserving your purity. At least until you were certain you were ready. It just so happened, that tonight was said time.

You had been thinking about it for a while now. You loved James so much; the affection you felt for one another was overwhelming. You believed it was the right time to take your affections to a more physical level. You wanted to not just tell him of your passion, but show him.

***

"Dearest," he tugged lightly on your glove, removing it from your hand in one smooth motion, kissing the skin of your hand. His palm rested on the small of your back as he lead you over to the dining table, where you seated yourself in a plush, velvet-finished chair. James took his place opposite you. He sighed and gazed deeply into your eyes. "How lucky a man I am to be in love with such a beautiful, amiable, heavenly young lady?"

"Don't get all soppy on me now, my love. Our date has merely just begun."

"And what would said rendezvous be without a little flattery, darling?" he smirked. "I like to uphold myself as being a gentleman, as you most fondly appreciate."

"As I do, James."

His eyes lingered on yours, before picking up his silverware, proceeding to tackle the monstrous hunk of roast meat on his place. You did the same, and soon enough the two of you were enjoying your dinner, deep in conversation.

Once you had finished your meal, Miss Evers arrived to clear the table. She scowled whenever in your presence. It was evident the woman hated you; jealousy radiated off her skin like waves of superlative heat.

"Say," she began, clearly irritated by the fact her master has ignored her presence. "I don't recall you two having any sort of... how do I put this... relations?" The maid bit the tip of her finger. "If I was him, I'd be -"

"ENOUGH!" James jumps to his feet. His face was burning with rage. "How dare you bring up such matters! I will not have you speak such vulgar language - especially when it concerns y/n! I don't recall my personal life being any of your business, Miss Evers! The lady of the house deserves more respect! Might I remind you, that I am your superior? You are nothing more to me than a housekeeper! Have I made myself clear?"

Whatever confidence the woman displayed moments ago had since diminished. "Yes, Mr March."

"Now, GET OUT!" Miss Evers obediently exited the room, leaving the two of you alone once more.

James lit a cigarette and took a long drag, as though trying to calm himself down.

"My sincerest apologies, my love, for that woman's-"

"I want to do it." You cut him off mid-sentence.

"I'm sorry?"

"I want you, James. I want to show you how much you mean to me. I want to make love to you."

"My dear," he strode over to you and took your hand in his. "Do not allow Miss Evers to pressure you. Filthy woman. That was very much out-of-line on her account."

"James. It's not because of what she said," you anticipated he would interrupt, but he remained silent, and so you continued speaking. "I've been thinking about it for a while now. I love you. And I trust you. I want this."

"But, dear, are you certain?"

"I am." His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and leaned in to kiss you.

***

His touch was exquisite. With every breath, your heart skipped a beat, his lips pressed firmly to yours. His taste was sweet and musty, his scent, masculine yet elegant. James' hands found your waist, and yours his chest. You fumbled to unbutton his shirt, feeling his heat on your palms. His grasp snake around your body and gently slid the straps of your dress over your shoulders. He was cautious and tender with his touch, as though to allow you time to protest should you feel uncomfortable in any way. When you didn't flinch, he slipped the garment down the length of your body and allowed it to fall gracefully to the floor. He followed suit with his slacks, creating a pile of your discarded finery. You ran your fingers over the deep scar that lacerated your lover's neck. It was bliss being this close to him. He lay the both of you down on the bed, his body above yours. James' lip trailed your jawline, past your neck, and lingered on your sternum.

"Are you alright, darling? Are you comfortable going further," he whispered, to which you nodded in response.

You felt his fingertips graze your stomach, carefully locating your thighs. He proceeded to gently remove your panties and softly rub you. You let out a gasp of delight as his fingers encouraged your womanly parts. His eyes met yours. Your desire for him burned hot inside of you. You craved him. You knew he felt the same towards you. He brought a hand up to your face and lightly brushed your lip with his thumb, before pressing his lips firmly to yours. You could feel him now.

"This may hurt a little," James whispered. You felt him entering your body, biting your lip and arching your back in pleasure. You could tell he was being as slow and gentle as he could, pacing himself. He kissed your neck passionately, as you placed your hands on his hips, feeling the motion of your movements united. You were close to reaching your peak.

"Y/n," James moaned. "How I love you, my dear."

He was shifting deep inside. Your core felt red hot. You felt yourself cresting, a rush of pleasure radiating throughout your body. And then, as your lover egressed your body, a realease. His thick seed spilled over your bodies. You were breathing deeply, dwelling over the relations that had just taken place between yourself and the man you loved most in the world.

James reached for his shirt, using the garment to wipe his emission from the both of you. He lay beside you, pulling the covers up over your chest, turning to face you.

"How do you feel, darling?"

"Elated... but exhausted."

"I am so glad, my dear." James chuckled and kissed your hand, with his gentlemanly charm. He grasped your waist and pulled you towards him. "Allow yourself to sleep, darling. I am here with you." James molded his body to yours, spooning you affectionately.

"I love you, Mr March."

"And I you, my love." He pressed his lips to your neck, the last thing you felt before slipping away into a deep slumber.