Multi-fandom Oneshots

Deep Dive Into Love {James Potter}

I woke up from the feeling of vibrations against my neck. The vibration moved to the sound of The Beatles song "Can't Buy Me Love." I kept my tired eyes closed as I spoke to my best friend.

"James?" I called. The song instantly stopped. He waited a few frozen moments before answering with a slight 'hmm.' "Why are you humming into my neck?" I question, mumbling quietly. He inhales deeply, nuzzling into my neck and successfully making my heart beat erratically before he answers.

"No ones awake yet and I was bored," he explains, his voice sounding in such a way that I knew if I could see his face, he would be pouting. A pout that could rival even Sirius Blacks puppy dog pout. Or maybe I just believed it to be more convincing as he had me completely wrapped around his finger. Just as he was wrapped around mine.

I go to sit up when James groans, tightening his arm that I just realized was secured around my waist and yanking me back down.

"No. No moving yet," he mumbles, sounding on the brink of sleep.

"Sit up with me for a moment," I mutter. James protests but it was muffled by my neck.

We sit up, James keeping his face buried in my neck and his arm wrapped around my waist. But he now moved his legs around me so I'm laying in between them. James tightens his arms around me and smacks my back into his front, sucking all the air from my lungs. My eyes widen as I sit against him. Frozen.

"Hm, comfy," he murmurs, nuzzling back into me. I feel all of him. Every inch of his body. And I can't help but exhale and lean into it, making James moan from the comfort.

I take the moment to look around the room. Which was the whole point of sitting up. Gotta remember that... I look to see Sirius curled up at the end of the long bed. And in human form. The bed was so long that even despite James being 6'3, his feet didn't even touch Padfoot. Remus and Peter were on the floor on the left side of the bed where they had made a makeshift bed of sleeping bags and fluffy blankets. On the floor of the other side of the bed was Marlene and Dorcus. They were snuggled up together and I found myself grinning, imaging how I was going to tease them later. They can only deny their feelings for so long. Then off to the side on the third makeshift bed, was Lily Evans and the date she brought to our adventure. A nice Ravenclaw boy.

I had gotten the bed because I had been the first to call it. But I have no idea when James came snuggling in. Not that I was complaining, or that it was a surprise. James and I were constantly touching each other. Whether it was holding hands, or his arm layed around my shoulders, my arm around his waist, his hand on the small of my back, my hand holding the inside of his elbow, or my personal favorite, whenever he would place his hand on the back of my neck.

James was a touchy person and as much as I wasn't, or not as much as he was, I enjoyed it because it was him.

"Are you done staring at our sleeping friends?" James asks, still in my neck. I chuckle quietly and nod. "Good," he mumbles.

Then before I could comprehend what James was doing, we were already moving. His legs had tucked themselves over mine at some point and James flipped us around so I fall onto my back, and James lands right on top of me. I exhale sharply from his weight. James was lean and lanky. But quidditch gave him muscle and that made him pretty heavy. James moved over so only seventy-five percent of his weight was on me. How nice.

I look down to see James' head in my neck, a content smile on his face. I can't help it when my cheeks burn and I have to fight to keep my smile from going too wide. Especially when James sighs, his face slowly going slack as his arms tighten around me and his legs tangle with mine. I bring my arms up to lightly rake my nails up and down his back.