Love is Love chapter 2
~*~James~*~
Harry hadn’t been out of his room for the last week, and I was starting to worry. I know that my reaction to his statement of loving me was harsh, and he must have felt hurt, I know I would.
I was still baffled as to why he loved me, I mean, I was, am, his father. So it would be more sensible if he were to love, I dunno, some other person. Don’t get me wrong I am very flattered that he likes me, after all he is Harry Potter.
But that is besides the point. I know that I should talk to him at least. Shaking my head I think back on what Lilly said…I am scared. I know that but it is time to get over my fear. I love him . that is all that maters. I stand up from the couch I have been resting on and slowly make my way towards the stair case. Pausing at the bottom, I focus on a picture. It is one that was taken a few years ago, before Lilly passed away. Harry is standing on a bolder in the middle of a stream. I stand behind him, keeping him steady. As I watch picture Harry almost loses his balance but throws his arms around my waist before we both topple from view. we look good together as we stand again sopping wet and laughing. He is beautiful, looking more like Lils than me. He has that same slim frame and delicate features, looking almost Elven in appearance, with his blemish less skin and jade eyes enhanced and framed by raven hair. Beautiful. I tear my eyes away as it starts to play over again, and start to make my way up the stairs and down the hall. I stand outside his door, my heart beats frantically, like I am about to pick up my very first date. Shaking my head I raise my hand and gently tap on the pine wood that serves as a barrier. A muffled ´come in´ that I can hardly hear before willing myself to push open the door…
~*~Harry~*~
I heard him make his way up the stairs, pausing for a moment before continuing down the hall and stopping outside my room. Next came a knock, well not really a knock more like a tap, which I answered with a quiet ´come in´. The door swung open and there stood James, his deep brown eyes peering at me with concern. His ebony locks more messy than usual and his glasses smudged. He looked...´hot´ is the only word that comes to my mind. He fidgeted a bit with his shirt hem, like he was lost and afraid to ask for something.
Finally looking at me after averting his gaze to every other part of the room, he spoke.
“Harry,” his voice was quite. Kind of like he was afraid to wake someone up “I…I came to apologise, about last week. I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just….afraid, of the way I felt about you. And I want to tell you that I am willing to try again if you are and that I love you, so much”
He sounded so childish. Like a small boy who was saying sorry to his daddy or mummy for stealing a cookie.
I looked at him for a few minutes before scooting to the edge of my bed. Standing, I slowly made approached him and took hold of his hands. Feeling them shake slightly before squeezing them and pulling him toward my bed. He sat down and tensed slightly as I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing as he took shaky breaths. Finally I raised my head tilting his face towards mine and laid a gentle kiss on his moist lips.
I was not going to force him to do anything. My kiss was meant to be a “it’s okay” kind of kiss but he had other plans. The minute I pulled away to give him a small smile he pulled my head back toward him and crushed his lips to mine. It was a rough kiss, one full on need and want and above all …love.
~*~James~*~
His kiss was light and tender, and I knew what he meant by it. But as soon as he pulled away I felt a need for more. I needed him. In my mind I was confessing:
/you were right, Lilly. Maybe I am scared. But if that’s the case, and I do let myself fall, and I finally face up to my feelings…maybe I’ll find the answer I have been looking for./
I pushed Harry down onto the mattress, deepening the kiss as I settled between his thighs. I gave into what I wanted, and all the things I finally got to sense. The deep green of his eyes, the touch of his fingertips against my skin, the taste of chocolate on his lips and the feeling of tightness as I buried myself in his warm depths. Thrusting hard with the ache of wanting to claim him and make him mine. Only to be over come by impatience. I thrust faster, harder, deeper, anything to full fill my need for him, and finally releasing deep inside him, throwing my head back and moaning his name as my orgasm was ripped from me. Collapsing on top of him, still buried to the root, and panting ad I came back to myself. Raising my head to see that he had his eyes closed and f few tears on his flushed cheek. Leaning up I licked them away and place a soft kiss on his bruised lips, mumbling my love for him before laying my head back down on his chest to listen to his pounding heart as it lulled me to sleep.