One Last Try [HP Jamione fanfic]

63. Call It What You Want

A/N: This chapter was fun to write, it's mostly some light-hearted scenes and a lot of smut before the final chapter and the epilogue :D

19th September 1980

James could see the flecks of amber in her chocolate eyes. The way her nose turned up slightly at the end when she scrunched it at a passage she didn't agree with. She'd been chewing on her lower lip again too, it was red and plumper than usual. He leant against the doorjamb and watched her read one of her birthday books for a long moment, admiring her. He couldn't begin to articulate how good it was to see her so relaxed. It had been a long time since she'd had a chance to just read and not think.

He crossed the room to join her, settling on the sofa beside her. She looked up at him, a large smile spreading across her face, lighting her eyes up. "Hey, I wondered where you'd been."

He shrugged, distracted when she licked her lips, "Around, just cleaning up after dinner." She narrowed her eyes, and pursed her lips, clearly suspicious that he was being so helpful without an ulterior motive. His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes again before he leant in. She instantly accepted the affection, kissing him back with the same fervour he had as he took her lips.

James wondered why he'd been puttering around downstairs when his girlfriend was up here, lips unkissed for hours.

He'd woken her that morning by enthusiastically eating her out until she'd come once on his tongue and then again with his fingers sliding into her slick heat. She'd still been trembling and panting when he'd stood briefly to summon the breakfast in bed he'd put together for her. When she'd offered to return the favour he'd just shook his head and insisted that this was her birthday present and he didn't need anything more.

He wasn't sure why he'd left it so long to seek her out this evening to make good on everything he'd whispered into her ear in the small toilet of the restaurant they'd met their friends in for her birthday lunch. With his long fingers buried deep in her quim, he'd pressed Hermione against the door, her hands scrabbling for purchase as he drove her to new heights. He'd made filthy promises about just how he was going to fuck her when they made it home, only a quick locking charm and his free hand pressed against her mouth as a barrier to anyone finding them.

Hermione tasted like home, her chapped, full lips pliable beneath his own. He reached up to cup her jaw, stroking the soft skin of her cheek with his calloused thumb. James twisted himself to face her fully, wanting to be nearer. Hooking his hands behind her knees, he lifted her into his arms as he stood from the sofa, and then laid her out on the plush rug in front of the roaring fireplace in their library.

Hermione made a delightful squeal as he pinned her beneath him.

He spread her thighs around him and leaned over her, savouring the sensation of her soft curves beneath his firm body. He ran his hands up her arms, lifting them above her head and clasping both her wrists in one hand. The other traced patterns on her skin beneath her top. Nipping and sucking, he trailed his lips from her mouth up to her ear and down her slender neck.

"Fuck," Hermione gasped when his hand slipped under her top and bra. He smirked into her skin in triumph, he'd always loved just how responsive she was to his touch. She arched into his touch as he caressed her firm breast, teasing her nipple into a taut peak.

His mouth continued to blaze a trail over her supple skin. He was dizzy with lust as the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils. James shoved her top up to her neck, exposing her body to his gaze. He didn't pause when his eyes landed on the forever angry scar that bisected her torso.

As he'd done ever since she'd shown it to him, he leaned down and kissed his way down every inch of the purple flames, erasing every bit of the pain he could with his lips. He paused to tease her belly button piercing with his tongue, looking up at her face as he did. She was flushed a delicious shade of pink and her eyes were dark with lust.