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↳ 24: HONEYDUKES MOTEL

" BABY, I KNOW PLACES WE WON'T
BE FOUND AND THEY'LL BE
CHASING THEIR TAILS TRYING
TO HUNT US DOWN. "

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FREYA HADN'T KNOWN ANYONE WHO went to Honeydukes just to make out. But then again, she hadn't known anyone like James Potter. So, when the pair entered the store, and James pulled her in one of the back empty aisles and pushed her on the wall and started kissing the living daylights out of her, Freya didn't even question it — mainly because she loved it.

           James had his hand around her lower waist while Freya had hers around his neck. Their lips moved together and their bodies angled with each others so perfectly. Their kisses were noisy, hot, deep, and full of emotion that Freya felt like it was real. She wanted to believe that it was. Because she was feeling emotions she shouldn't be and would not like to waste on something not worth.

          As the kiss occurred longer, Freya's insides were being filled with pleasure. Her fingers slowly locked themselves in James curls, pulling them as if they weren't close enough. James seemed to have liked it, because his hands that were around Freya's waist started snaking themselves lower her back. And when James' had his hands around her bum, it made Freya moan into his lips.

          James smirked at the reaction and then squeezed her bum because that's just how James Potter is. It made Freya groan with pleasure and she reclined from the kiss solely to glare at the man in front of her. "That's just low. You do not use twenty questions answers against someone."

          James chuckled handsomely and pulled her back closer by the waist. "You're moans are attracting, babe."

          And as James bit his lip playfully and leaned in closed for another kiss, Freya didn't knew she had it in her to turn her head to reject him but she did. "James,"

         "Is something wrong, love?"

         No, nothing. I am absolutely loving you being all like this to me even when no one is looking. But I feel like it's not right. Freya sighed, "Lily is not even going to see us back in this dark and dusty aisle. There's no point of making out here."

        And in an instant, the bright demeanour that James had was replaced by a frown. He removed his hands from Freya's body and took a step back. Freya was half relieved about that because she was having a hard time breathing with getting pinned on the wall. But at the same time she felt like a huge hole was made when James increased the space between them.

         James pursed his lips, and with the same frown, he said, "Do you know why I agreed to go to Honeydukes even when at first I was opposed to it?"

         Freya hated rhetorical questions that weren't supposed to be rhetorical. She sighed and listened as James answered his own question. "Because you only seem to want to be with me when Lily or Sirius or our families or an audience in general are there to witness us."

          "But is it not why we're dating in the first place?"

          James took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if calming himself down. After a pause, he opened his eyes again, and opened his mouth to speak but only closed them again. He looked straight into Freya's eyes and the passion they held made her legs jelly. With furrowed eyebrows, he said, "Oh, fuck it."

         And James crashed his lips onto hers again. Freya, for a moment, couldn't catch up with how fast and deep James was suddenly devouring her. Her body was pushed back against the wall with a thud, and she let out a groan as James bit her lip simultaneously. His hands were back on her bum and he was pulling them closer to him, making Freya squirm with how her front was feeling James'.

         "James," Freya managed to moan in between the spaces James made as he kissed her from angle to angle. Freya's mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. How the realities was mixing with the facades. Why James was acting as such. Why she was feeling as such. She didn't knew what to make of things anymore — except the hot feeling of James' lips clashed with hers and the friction of James' body against hers.

         James only growled in response and it only made Freya's leg more jelly. He lowered his kisses and trailed a hot line from her lips, to her jaw, up to her neck. There he remained and continued to take Freya in a bliss of pleasure.

          Her head arched back and her hands made their way around James's neck. Her fingers tangled themselves in his locks and pulled him closer as if there were even any space left. She was in heaven right there as James was, evidently, sucking and biting her neck, marking her.

          After successfully doing so — and an evident purple bruise could be seen — James started to trailing his lips upwards and underneath her ear. The hair in Freya's arms stood up as James breathed heavily in her ear. And in a deep and husky voice, he said, "You're consuming me, Freya. And I let you. Tell me, why do I let you?"

          James sucked on her earlobe — making it physically impossible for Freya to answer. She only shivered in his kisses and listened as he continued speaking. "I'm losing direction. I'm losing myself. I don't want to. But every time I see you, it makes me want to. Stop doing this to me."

          And through her voice stuttering from pleasure, Freya managed to say, "But I don't want to."