Fic: Glissando, R
Title: Glissando
Rating: R
Pairing: James/Lily
Summary: Lily is inspired by a piano. James is inspired by Lily.
Notes: for tarie's James/Lily challenge; inspired by the piano in the Shack in the film, and a brief attempt to show some of the common language between music and sex; crossposted to erotic_elves.
At the age of eighteen, James Potter thought that he had found the meaning of life, and he could deny her nothing.
Lily drew a finger through the layers of dust just above the piano's keys. "Do you think it still plays?" she asked.
As soon as he'd confided in her about Remus, she'd insisted on coming to see the Shrieking Shack. He wasn't exactly expecting her to be horrified, but she hadn't so much as turned up her nose at the shabby surroundings. "I'm not sure," he admitted, sitting down on the bench beside her. "None of us has ever tried to charm it to play. Should I...?" He whipped his wand out of his back pocket.
She laughed and swatted it away. "No no! You can charm any old thing to make noise as long as the strings are still there - but it takes fingers on the keys and notes in your head to play music." She stretched out her hands, and made fingerprints on the first ten keys she touched.
"You play the piano?"
"Yes indeed." She slid her fingers along the keys, wiping off the dust. "Took lessons from when I was six until I started at Hogwarts."
He just looked at her for a moment, and then shook his head, smiling. "It amazes me that I'm still learning brand new things about you."
She cocked her head towards him, red hair falling in front of her eyes. "Stick around."
He grinned. "So can you try to play something?"
"Mmmmm." She closed her eyes. "I don't play much anymore... do you think the notes still remember me?"
"Don't you mean, if you remember the notes?"
"Nope." She put one hand at the end of the keyboard, and slid it all the way down, playing each white key as her fingers came in contact, a wash of sound getting lower and lower and lower until it hit the air and dissipated when her hand left the keys. "When I was a little girl, I thought that glissandos were the most fun to play."
He didn't ask her what a glissando was, because she was already flexing her fingers and positioning them as if they knew just the right place to go. And then she started to play. Arpeggios climbing in scale and volume as single, clear notes with her left hand pointed out a simple melody.
She kept playing, but turned her head towards him and smiled. "It's Liszt," she said. "Liebestraume... I think it means something about love. And dreaming." When she got past a glissando, she stopped. "I don't remember the rest."
"It's beautiful," James told her sincerely. "You... wow. You're amazing."
She laughed, clear and high like the arpeggios. "Are you suddenly so nice to me just because we're sleeping together, James Potter?"
"Nope. I'd be perfectly willing to treat you like garbage if I didn't like you, even if we were shagging."
She laughed again and tilted her head to kiss him, her hands still on the piano keys and his arms snaked around her waist.
"You taste better every time I kiss you," James said when they finally broke apart for air, and he slid off of the bench so that he could bend down to reach her neck with his mouth.
"I think that time I kissed you, " Lily breathed. His hands began to work their way under her shirt, and she added, "I'll bet you've never done this here."
"Never even thought about this while I was here," James admitted, and then in one clean movement he hooked his hands under her arms and hauled her up so that she was sitting on keys. There was a dissident though not unpleasant sound when she landed.
Lily giggled. "Oh, I see. You want to make beautiful music with me, do you, James?"
"Only if my fingers remember the notes..." He ran one hand up under her skirt and heard her sigh under his touch, felt her shudder slightly when he began to pull at her knickers.
"I think you're a natural," Lily murmured, reaching around him to work at the fastenings on his trousers.
"You inspire me." He groaned as he touched her, then stepped out of the trousers and positioned himself between her legs, causing notes to sound erratically as she shifted her weight.
"James..."
He slid into her, getting farther and farther and farther until he hit the deepest part of her and her gasp hit the air. They moved together, his face buried in her hair, her hands clinging to his neck. When she began to cry out, it climbed in scale and volume until one of James' hands came pounding down on the keyboard by her leg. Neither of them heard anything but the music in their heads.
When they parted, James pushed a strand of disheveled hair away from Lily's eyes and said, "You play beautifully, love. Do you have any more surprises for me?"
She smiled. "Stick around."
Rating: R
Pairing: James/Lily
Summary: Lily is inspired by a piano. James is inspired by Lily.
Notes: for tarie's James/Lily challenge; inspired by the piano in the Shack in the film, and a brief attempt to show some of the common language between music and sex; crossposted to erotic_elves.
At the age of eighteen, James Potter thought that he had found the meaning of life, and he could deny her nothing.
Lily drew a finger through the layers of dust just above the piano's keys. "Do you think it still plays?" she asked.
As soon as he'd confided in her about Remus, she'd insisted on coming to see the Shrieking Shack. He wasn't exactly expecting her to be horrified, but she hadn't so much as turned up her nose at the shabby surroundings. "I'm not sure," he admitted, sitting down on the bench beside her. "None of us has ever tried to charm it to play. Should I...?" He whipped his wand out of his back pocket.
She laughed and swatted it away. "No no! You can charm any old thing to make noise as long as the strings are still there - but it takes fingers on the keys and notes in your head to play music." She stretched out her hands, and made fingerprints on the first ten keys she touched.
"You play the piano?"
"Yes indeed." She slid her fingers along the keys, wiping off the dust. "Took lessons from when I was six until I started at Hogwarts."
He just looked at her for a moment, and then shook his head, smiling. "It amazes me that I'm still learning brand new things about you."
She cocked her head towards him, red hair falling in front of her eyes. "Stick around."
He grinned. "So can you try to play something?"
"Mmmmm." She closed her eyes. "I don't play much anymore... do you think the notes still remember me?"
"Don't you mean, if you remember the notes?"
"Nope." She put one hand at the end of the keyboard, and slid it all the way down, playing each white key as her fingers came in contact, a wash of sound getting lower and lower and lower until it hit the air and dissipated when her hand left the keys. "When I was a little girl, I thought that glissandos were the most fun to play."
He didn't ask her what a glissando was, because she was already flexing her fingers and positioning them as if they knew just the right place to go. And then she started to play. Arpeggios climbing in scale and volume as single, clear notes with her left hand pointed out a simple melody.
She kept playing, but turned her head towards him and smiled. "It's Liszt," she said. "Liebestraume... I think it means something about love. And dreaming." When she got past a glissando, she stopped. "I don't remember the rest."
"It's beautiful," James told her sincerely. "You... wow. You're amazing."
She laughed, clear and high like the arpeggios. "Are you suddenly so nice to me just because we're sleeping together, James Potter?"
"Nope. I'd be perfectly willing to treat you like garbage if I didn't like you, even if we were shagging."
She laughed again and tilted her head to kiss him, her hands still on the piano keys and his arms snaked around her waist.
"You taste better every time I kiss you," James said when they finally broke apart for air, and he slid off of the bench so that he could bend down to reach her neck with his mouth.
"I think that time I kissed you, " Lily breathed. His hands began to work their way under her shirt, and she added, "I'll bet you've never done this here."
"Never even thought about this while I was here," James admitted, and then in one clean movement he hooked his hands under her arms and hauled her up so that she was sitting on keys. There was a dissident though not unpleasant sound when she landed.
Lily giggled. "Oh, I see. You want to make beautiful music with me, do you, James?"
"Only if my fingers remember the notes..." He ran one hand up under her skirt and heard her sigh under his touch, felt her shudder slightly when he began to pull at her knickers.
"I think you're a natural," Lily murmured, reaching around him to work at the fastenings on his trousers.
"You inspire me." He groaned as he touched her, then stepped out of the trousers and positioned himself between her legs, causing notes to sound erratically as she shifted her weight.
"James..."
He slid into her, getting farther and farther and farther until he hit the deepest part of her and her gasp hit the air. They moved together, his face buried in her hair, her hands clinging to his neck. When she began to cry out, it climbed in scale and volume until one of James' hands came pounding down on the keyboard by her leg. Neither of them heard anything but the music in their heads.
When they parted, James pushed a strand of disheveled hair away from Lily's eyes and said, "You play beautifully, love. Do you have any more surprises for me?"
She smiled. "Stick around."