"Little Moments" (James/Lily)
Title: Little Moments
Author/Artist: leontinabowie
Prompt: Making love on a pile of autumn leaves
Prompt submitted by: Sassy_cat
Pairing(s): James/Lily
Word Count: 1960
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Sex in a semi-public place
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thank you to E for beta-ing for me. This story isn’t technically angsty, but naturally, because this story is about James and Lily I find it tragic due to how it ends for them.
Summary: Lily and James find a short escape from the war on a blustery autumn afternoon.
Little Moments
James Potter walked down the tree-lined footpath with heavy footsteps, revelling in the crunch of the leaves beneath his feet.
It was a beautiful autumn day in Godric’s Hollow. The sun was shining but there was a bitterly cold wind in the air which bit at his face, and rich colours of red, yellow, and orange coated the ground as far as the eye could see.
Despite the cold, James was glad to get out of his house, even if he hadn’t gone far. Since he and Lily had gone into hiding, they weren’t able to go out much for their own safety, and even now James could only go as far as the small woods just down the road from their house without leaving the protections Dumbledore had helped them set up.
Lily was already there, having left their house minutes earlier, saying she just needed to get out. James understood; he felt like that a lot nowadays, and not wanting to leave her alone, James had called Sirius round to watch Harry, and gone running after Lily.
He had left his jacket behind by mistake too, and the chilly breeze had already sent the skin on his hands a mixture of purple and red, and his hair was being blown to look even more haphazard than usual.
James finally came across Lily sitting against a large tree, her bright green eyes staring absently at the red, yellow, and orange ground around her.
“Lily, are you alright?” James asked softly, flopping onto the floor beside her.
Lily turned her gaze to James, the sorrow shining brightly in the emerald orbs.
“It’s just Harry,” she whispered in response, her eyes filling with tears which she would not allow herself to shed.
“What about him?” James questioned cautiously. Harry had been born just shy of three months ago, and had filled James’ heart with a love he didn’t know existed. James loved Lily, he loved Sirius, and he loved Remus and Peter too, but he would give anything and everything up in a heartbeat for his son, and he knew Lily felt the same way. But Harry was in danger; only an infant but deemed a threat to Voldemort thanks to some stupid prophecy, and James and Lily’s lives were focused solely on keeping Harry safe. It wasn’t easy though, and James knew Lily was suffering; both of them wished their son could just have a normal life, free from danger.
“I was looking at him earlier, thinking how quickly he seems to be growing, and I just hate how he has to live like this. I know he doesn’t understand what’s going on, but who’s to say this will end soon? How long does he have to stay in hiding for? He’s going to be a growing boy who needs to be able to play outdoors without feeling constantly afraid, and I’m terrified I won’t be able to get that normal life for our son,” Lily sobbed, wrapping her arms around herself.
“We’ll all make it through this, Lils,” James said softly, wrapping an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “I promise this will all be over soon, and Harry will get to live a normal, happy childhood. Maybe when the war is finished we’ll move far away, to a beach on Australia perhaps, and Harry can learn to surf, and Sirius can run around as Padfoot in our big green garden, and Voldemort will be nothing but a distant memory.” A horrible memory, but a memory nonetheless.
“I know I’m being stupid,” Lily muttered, and James shook his head.
“You’re not, Lily, trust me; each time I look at Harry I remember that that monster is after him, but I refuse to let Voldemort get Harry. I would die to protect him, but it isn’t going to come to that,” James said fiercely; he refused to let Voldemort get anywhere near his son.
He shivered when a strong gust of wind washed over them, tossing leaves into their faces.
“Besides,” James continued with a grin, attempting to lighten the mood, “it’s these leaves you should be worrying about; they’re vicious.”
Lily smiled faintly, and James grasped a handful of the dry leaves and tossed them at his wife.
“You are so childish,” Lily chided, but she seemed to be cheering up. That was one of the many things James loved about Lily; she refused to give in to her emotions. “I presume Harry is with someone.”
“Sirius,” James nodded. “He’s going to tell Harry a story about a black dog that fights crime.” Sirius really was good with Harry, and James didn’t regret making him Godfather, even if he did feel a bit bad for Remus and Peter; they could always be godparents to any future children.
James didn’t expect to receive a face full of leaves.
James grinned, and tossed more leaves back, sending a mass of rich autumn colours flying through the air. The wind caught some, spreading the leaves in every direction.
It was childish and silly to have a leaf fight, but being in a swirling mass of leaves, and laughing with his beloved wife, seemed to make all their worries disappear for just a moment, lost in the joy of the simple fun.
Lily gasped as she slipped over, and as James darted forwards to catch her, she threw her arms around his neck, dragging him to the floor on top of her.
They ended up in a pile of leaves, both of them laughing so hard that they were shaking with the force of it, the humour a distraction from their anxiety.
James moved to get up, but Lily yanked him back down, brushing her lips lightly against his.
“Sirius won’t mind waiting with Harry a bit longer, will he?” Lily whispered, the movement of her lips terribly teasing for James.
James shook his head, and Lily pressed her lips against his harder, and James melted into the kiss, allowing his hands to drop to her waist. Lily arched up, pressing her firm chest against James’ chest, and James moaned, feeling himself harden at the sensation.
They were on the outskirts of the village, and though the cold wind would stop too many Muggles venturing out, James cast a Privacy Charm around them nonetheless, lest a dog-walker came across them on their travels.
James moved his hands under Lily’s jumper, curling his fingers over the swell of her breasts, pressing down lightly.
The wind blew hard again, and a mass of red, yellow, and orange leaves brushed against them once more, but they paid them no heed.
James released his hold of Lily to pull his shirt over his head, and took the opportunity to simply look at his wife.
She really was lovely, her red hair sprawled out amongst the leaves, which contrasted beautifully with the autumn colours of the leaves, and her bright green eyes were clouded with lust, her lips slightly parted and whitened from the cold.
Lily toed off her shoes, and James trailed his hands up her legs, moving underneath her plaid skirt to tug at her tights, bringing them down her legs to reveal the creamy skin underneath. Almost as soon as the bitter wind hit them, Lily’s legs came out in small goose bumps, and James loved the feel of them underneath his fingertips. James arms were covered in them too, but he couldn’t care less about how cold he was; he was just happy to be with Lily.
Lily pulled her jumper over her head, and James reached behind her back to unclasp her bra - a technique he had perfected long ago, and licked his lips at the sight of her beautiful breasts, her nipples standing instantly at the cold.
More leaves blew over them, dancing across Lily’s skin, and James hurriedly unbuckled his trousers and slid them down his legs, and kicked off his shoes and socks, wanting nothing more than to be inside Lily.
Lily pulled James back on top of her, kissing him deeply and winding her hands in his hair.
James ghosted his hands over Lily’s heavy breasts, squeezing them gently and teasing her nipples, and then trailed his hands downwards, tracing the soft curves of her body. Lily’s skin was cold beneath his fingertips, and covered in small goose bumps everywhere, and James shivered as his own body reacted in response to both the cold and the sensations.
His fingers travelled further, tracing circles at the top of Lily’s thighs teasingly, but he couldn’t stand to tease for long, and he slowly moved his finger up Lily’s slit, finding his wife already wet for him.
He stroked her folds softly, pressing his thumb against her clit and rubbing the small nub with a bit more pressure than he had been using on the rest of her body.
“Please, James,” Lily said softly, and James brought his hazel eyes up to meet her wide emerald ones.
James nodded, pressing first one finger, and then a second, into Lily’s opening, moving them in and out of her slowly, and keeping his thumb pressed against her clit. Lily moaned softly, the sound sending vibrations down her body and into James'.
Feeling she was prepared enough, and not wanting to be without Lily any longer, James bunched Lily’s skirt up around her waist, and settled himself between her legs, pressing his erection against her opening.
James pushed forwards, entering his wife in one smooth thrust as more leaves flew in the air around them. They both moaned softly, and Lily brought her legs up to wrap around James’ waist to pull her husband in deeper, and she linked her hands at the back of his neck.
James kept a gentle hold of Lily’s hips as he thrust inside her, the pile of leaves beneath them spreading out with the force of the people on top of them.
The leaves and the ground were rough, and the wind was sharp and biting, but none of that seemed to matter, with all of James’ attention focused on the most beautiful woman he had ever known.
James started to thrust harder as he felt the pleasure build up inside him, and Lily moved with him, arching her back and lifting her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust.
James moved his mouth to the sensitive spot Lily’s neck that he knew so well, and sucked softly on the skin there, and it didn’t take long for Lily to cry out as her orgasm washed over her.
Seeing Lily pushed to the edge always got to James, and he spilled inside of her only moments later, moaning loudly as he rode out his orgasm.
Lily’s legs dropped from their tight grasp around James’ waist, and James collapsed bonelessly on top of her, pressing his head against her breasts.
Lily pressed a kiss to the top of his head, clutching on to him dearly.
It was the little moments like these that James and Lily adored so much, where their world was filled with nothing but love and passion, and the war was a world away.
“We should get back to Harry,” Lily said gently after a moment, and James nodded against her chest.
Yes, James loved these little moments, and he intended to have more of them; he wanted to make fatherly memories with Harry, and prove to Lily how devoted he really was.
Voldemort was a threat, but it wouldn’t be forever, and James was going to make the most of what he had. He had a lovely wife, a beautiful son, and wonderful friends, and that was what James needed to make it through to the other side of the war.
The end was coming; it just had to be.
Fin
Author/Artist: leontinabowie
Prompt: Making love on a pile of autumn leaves
Prompt submitted by: Sassy_cat
Pairing(s): James/Lily
Word Count: 1960
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Sex in a semi-public place
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thank you to E for beta-ing for me. This story isn’t technically angsty, but naturally, because this story is about James and Lily I find it tragic due to how it ends for them.
Summary: Lily and James find a short escape from the war on a blustery autumn afternoon.
Little Moments
James Potter walked down the tree-lined footpath with heavy footsteps, revelling in the crunch of the leaves beneath his feet.
It was a beautiful autumn day in Godric’s Hollow. The sun was shining but there was a bitterly cold wind in the air which bit at his face, and rich colours of red, yellow, and orange coated the ground as far as the eye could see.
Despite the cold, James was glad to get out of his house, even if he hadn’t gone far. Since he and Lily had gone into hiding, they weren’t able to go out much for their own safety, and even now James could only go as far as the small woods just down the road from their house without leaving the protections Dumbledore had helped them set up.
Lily was already there, having left their house minutes earlier, saying she just needed to get out. James understood; he felt like that a lot nowadays, and not wanting to leave her alone, James had called Sirius round to watch Harry, and gone running after Lily.
He had left his jacket behind by mistake too, and the chilly breeze had already sent the skin on his hands a mixture of purple and red, and his hair was being blown to look even more haphazard than usual.
James finally came across Lily sitting against a large tree, her bright green eyes staring absently at the red, yellow, and orange ground around her.
“Lily, are you alright?” James asked softly, flopping onto the floor beside her.
Lily turned her gaze to James, the sorrow shining brightly in the emerald orbs.
“It’s just Harry,” she whispered in response, her eyes filling with tears which she would not allow herself to shed.
“What about him?” James questioned cautiously. Harry had been born just shy of three months ago, and had filled James’ heart with a love he didn’t know existed. James loved Lily, he loved Sirius, and he loved Remus and Peter too, but he would give anything and everything up in a heartbeat for his son, and he knew Lily felt the same way. But Harry was in danger; only an infant but deemed a threat to Voldemort thanks to some stupid prophecy, and James and Lily’s lives were focused solely on keeping Harry safe. It wasn’t easy though, and James knew Lily was suffering; both of them wished their son could just have a normal life, free from danger.
“I was looking at him earlier, thinking how quickly he seems to be growing, and I just hate how he has to live like this. I know he doesn’t understand what’s going on, but who’s to say this will end soon? How long does he have to stay in hiding for? He’s going to be a growing boy who needs to be able to play outdoors without feeling constantly afraid, and I’m terrified I won’t be able to get that normal life for our son,” Lily sobbed, wrapping her arms around herself.
“We’ll all make it through this, Lils,” James said softly, wrapping an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “I promise this will all be over soon, and Harry will get to live a normal, happy childhood. Maybe when the war is finished we’ll move far away, to a beach on Australia perhaps, and Harry can learn to surf, and Sirius can run around as Padfoot in our big green garden, and Voldemort will be nothing but a distant memory.” A horrible memory, but a memory nonetheless.
“I know I’m being stupid,” Lily muttered, and James shook his head.
“You’re not, Lily, trust me; each time I look at Harry I remember that that monster is after him, but I refuse to let Voldemort get Harry. I would die to protect him, but it isn’t going to come to that,” James said fiercely; he refused to let Voldemort get anywhere near his son.
He shivered when a strong gust of wind washed over them, tossing leaves into their faces.
“Besides,” James continued with a grin, attempting to lighten the mood, “it’s these leaves you should be worrying about; they’re vicious.”
Lily smiled faintly, and James grasped a handful of the dry leaves and tossed them at his wife.
“You are so childish,” Lily chided, but she seemed to be cheering up. That was one of the many things James loved about Lily; she refused to give in to her emotions. “I presume Harry is with someone.”
“Sirius,” James nodded. “He’s going to tell Harry a story about a black dog that fights crime.” Sirius really was good with Harry, and James didn’t regret making him Godfather, even if he did feel a bit bad for Remus and Peter; they could always be godparents to any future children.
James didn’t expect to receive a face full of leaves.
James grinned, and tossed more leaves back, sending a mass of rich autumn colours flying through the air. The wind caught some, spreading the leaves in every direction.
It was childish and silly to have a leaf fight, but being in a swirling mass of leaves, and laughing with his beloved wife, seemed to make all their worries disappear for just a moment, lost in the joy of the simple fun.
Lily gasped as she slipped over, and as James darted forwards to catch her, she threw her arms around his neck, dragging him to the floor on top of her.
They ended up in a pile of leaves, both of them laughing so hard that they were shaking with the force of it, the humour a distraction from their anxiety.
James moved to get up, but Lily yanked him back down, brushing her lips lightly against his.
“Sirius won’t mind waiting with Harry a bit longer, will he?” Lily whispered, the movement of her lips terribly teasing for James.
James shook his head, and Lily pressed her lips against his harder, and James melted into the kiss, allowing his hands to drop to her waist. Lily arched up, pressing her firm chest against James’ chest, and James moaned, feeling himself harden at the sensation.
They were on the outskirts of the village, and though the cold wind would stop too many Muggles venturing out, James cast a Privacy Charm around them nonetheless, lest a dog-walker came across them on their travels.
James moved his hands under Lily’s jumper, curling his fingers over the swell of her breasts, pressing down lightly.
The wind blew hard again, and a mass of red, yellow, and orange leaves brushed against them once more, but they paid them no heed.
James released his hold of Lily to pull his shirt over his head, and took the opportunity to simply look at his wife.
She really was lovely, her red hair sprawled out amongst the leaves, which contrasted beautifully with the autumn colours of the leaves, and her bright green eyes were clouded with lust, her lips slightly parted and whitened from the cold.
Lily toed off her shoes, and James trailed his hands up her legs, moving underneath her plaid skirt to tug at her tights, bringing them down her legs to reveal the creamy skin underneath. Almost as soon as the bitter wind hit them, Lily’s legs came out in small goose bumps, and James loved the feel of them underneath his fingertips. James arms were covered in them too, but he couldn’t care less about how cold he was; he was just happy to be with Lily.
Lily pulled her jumper over her head, and James reached behind her back to unclasp her bra - a technique he had perfected long ago, and licked his lips at the sight of her beautiful breasts, her nipples standing instantly at the cold.
More leaves blew over them, dancing across Lily’s skin, and James hurriedly unbuckled his trousers and slid them down his legs, and kicked off his shoes and socks, wanting nothing more than to be inside Lily.
Lily pulled James back on top of her, kissing him deeply and winding her hands in his hair.
James ghosted his hands over Lily’s heavy breasts, squeezing them gently and teasing her nipples, and then trailed his hands downwards, tracing the soft curves of her body. Lily’s skin was cold beneath his fingertips, and covered in small goose bumps everywhere, and James shivered as his own body reacted in response to both the cold and the sensations.
His fingers travelled further, tracing circles at the top of Lily’s thighs teasingly, but he couldn’t stand to tease for long, and he slowly moved his finger up Lily’s slit, finding his wife already wet for him.
He stroked her folds softly, pressing his thumb against her clit and rubbing the small nub with a bit more pressure than he had been using on the rest of her body.
“Please, James,” Lily said softly, and James brought his hazel eyes up to meet her wide emerald ones.
James nodded, pressing first one finger, and then a second, into Lily’s opening, moving them in and out of her slowly, and keeping his thumb pressed against her clit. Lily moaned softly, the sound sending vibrations down her body and into James'.
Feeling she was prepared enough, and not wanting to be without Lily any longer, James bunched Lily’s skirt up around her waist, and settled himself between her legs, pressing his erection against her opening.
James pushed forwards, entering his wife in one smooth thrust as more leaves flew in the air around them. They both moaned softly, and Lily brought her legs up to wrap around James’ waist to pull her husband in deeper, and she linked her hands at the back of his neck.
James kept a gentle hold of Lily’s hips as he thrust inside her, the pile of leaves beneath them spreading out with the force of the people on top of them.
The leaves and the ground were rough, and the wind was sharp and biting, but none of that seemed to matter, with all of James’ attention focused on the most beautiful woman he had ever known.
James started to thrust harder as he felt the pleasure build up inside him, and Lily moved with him, arching her back and lifting her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust.
James moved his mouth to the sensitive spot Lily’s neck that he knew so well, and sucked softly on the skin there, and it didn’t take long for Lily to cry out as her orgasm washed over her.
Seeing Lily pushed to the edge always got to James, and he spilled inside of her only moments later, moaning loudly as he rode out his orgasm.
Lily’s legs dropped from their tight grasp around James’ waist, and James collapsed bonelessly on top of her, pressing his head against her breasts.
Lily pressed a kiss to the top of his head, clutching on to him dearly.
It was the little moments like these that James and Lily adored so much, where their world was filled with nothing but love and passion, and the war was a world away.
“We should get back to Harry,” Lily said gently after a moment, and James nodded against her chest.
Yes, James loved these little moments, and he intended to have more of them; he wanted to make fatherly memories with Harry, and prove to Lily how devoted he really was.
Voldemort was a threat, but it wouldn’t be forever, and James was going to make the most of what he had. He had a lovely wife, a beautiful son, and wonderful friends, and that was what James needed to make it through to the other side of the war.
The end was coming; it just had to be.
Fin