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!

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Hungrily finishing the kiss, Lily fell back onto the pillows. “We’re doing it again” her voice firm. “you seem to be able to make my self control vanish, James. But while I have a shred of it left, do you think we should stop?” She was looking at him with a genuine question in her eyes. She didn’t know if they should stop or not and she desperately hoped he knew.
She kept the pressure of her hips on his and traced her hands along his chest as she waited on him replying, “James?”

“Sorry,” James panted, even though he wasn’t really that sorry at all, and told her with a devious grin as he pulled himself back a bit. A quite significant part of his anatomy was screaming at James’s brain just to dive back in and never stop, but James resisted. Instead, he paused to consider the question.

“Now, I know this isn’t really an answer,” James said with a quirk of his eyebrow. “But what do you want?”

Because ultimately, what James wanted in that moment was to be with her, and he almost laughed at himself for not caring how. If she wanted to cuddle, that was absolutely okay with him. He would, of course, draw the line at anything too progressed, because he had promised her special, after all. And they’d only been together for such a short time. But it was she who needed to make the decision.

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    He could hear her breath catch, feel her tense under his ministrations...previous orgasm...
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    feel his hands on...thighs but she was taken by delicious surprise at
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