One Last Try [HP Jamione fanfic]

45. Sparks Fly

A/N: We're finally there :O

A/N: We're finally there :O

14th February 1978

They managed to drag themselves over to the bed James had asked the room to provide, clothes tossed aside carelessly as they walked. By the time Hermione was falling backwards onto the bed she was down to her bra and knickers, and James was shirtless. His Muggle jeans were still on, loose around his waist and revealing a delicious stretch of taut, hair-smattered brown skin. She took a moment, as she always did when he was shirtless, to admire the sight and then reached out and pulled him down on top of her with a giggle.

"James," She whispered, letting the elf wine they'd drunk with dinner work on her brain and her body, letting her relax and any nerves she had fade away. She pressed her hands against his muscled chest, and ran them down to the waistband of his jeans, admiring her pale hands against his darker skin. She bit her bottom lip hard and tilted her head back with a moan when he ran his tongue up the length of her neck and ghosted his lips over her ear. He groaned and nibbled on her neck gently, grinding his hips down into hers. The rough fabric of his jeans against her through her flimsy knickers sent shivers running through her body. The warmth in her stomach drifted lower until she was subconsciously moving her hips against his in return, the friction delicious.

He let go of the lovingly tight grip he'd had on her fleshy hips and slid his hands up her sides, skimming over her soft, rounded stomach, and the dip of her waist to cup her breasts through the equally flimsy material of her bra. He groaned against her ear, thrusting against her again, his teeth sharp against her neck when her cloth-covered nipples hardened to peaks at his touch.

Then he was kissing her again, his fingers tracing maddening circles around her nipples. It burned through her in a way that no one's kiss or touch had before. His kiss warmed her heart and soul, and stoked the flames of her lust in ways she'd not experienced with Sirius or Frank. James's tongue slid along hers and into her mouth; exploring her with passion, a soul-consuming, ravaging exploration while his hands did the same, sliding around underneath her now to snap her bra open.

"Fuck, Hermione." James muttered against her mouth, circling his hips against her so that his hard cock dragged against her folds even through the layers between them. She moaned and arched her back away from the mattress so he could pull her bra away from her. He did so triumphantly, pulling back and letting out a victorious shout that made her giggle. He grinned and slid his hands down her soft stomach, running his fingers along the waistband of her knickers in a way that made her laughter catch in her throat.

Her eyelids felt heavy as she watched him watch her, appreciating the glaze of lust in his eyes, and the way he panted as he slid his fingers under the waistband and around to start pulling her knickers off. "This okay?" He asked quietly, his eyes sparkling when she nodded eagerly, wordless with anticipation. She wasn't usually such an inactive participant, but the way he touched her seemed to have robbed her of all higher brain functions.

Finally they were here. Finally she'd get to see her boyfriend - her betrothed - in all his glory. He slid down her body, pulling her knickers with him as he went and letting out a strangled moan at her naked body sprawled out before him. She blushed a little in gratification at his reaction and rubbed her thighs together, wanting the friction back. James eagerly threw her legs over his shoulders, kissing the stretch marks on her thighs while his fingers slid quickly round her hips to her core, and parted her to his gaze.

Hermione moaned loudly when he slid a finger inside of her, all shyness gone for them both. He crooked it just slightly and dragged against her walls expertly. She jolted around him, so distracted that she didn't notice he'd leant in until he kissed her clit confidently. She let out an unexpected yelp, pushing her fingers through the mess he called hair and gripping tight. "James!" She cried out desperately, rolling her hips into his face.