James Potter, 17 years of age, and basically the best person you will ever meet.

Gryffindor Chaser and Captain, bloody brilliant Quidditch player, handsome, windswept, talented, clever, hilarious and altogether fun to be around. Oh, and Head Boy, as well.

Gryffindor for the cup!

lovelylily-e:

There was a calmness over Lily and James’ lips, spreading kisses over her skin, seemed to be keeping her breathing slow and careful. As she finished tracing his features, James slowly moved them back so that Lily was placed on her back on the bed and she felt the soft single each time his lips brushed her skin. It left her torso aching in pleasure and she let her head fall back against the thick pillows and her arms lie at her side, her fingers twitching just a little to touch him. The room was silent, that was, until James’ mouth met her belly button and a high-ptiched giggle escaped Lily’s lungs. She pushed his mouth away and spoke through peals of laugher, “That’s weeeiirddd”

Ehn. It’d been hit or miss. James grinned widely at her laughter and crawled back up her body, using his fingertips to brush over her sides as he pressed their torsos together.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he said in mock offence, tickling her sides furiously and pinning her to the bed with his body weight. His face was inches from hers and his chest pressed flat against her, leaving her not much room to maneouvre away from his hands.

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  1. jamesie-james reblogged this from lovelylily-e and added:
    He could hear her breath catch, feel her tense under his ministrations...previous orgasm...
  2. lovelylily-e reblogged this from jamesie-james and added:
    feel his hands on...thighs but she was taken by delicious surprise at
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