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lightofdayeTitle: The Heat of the Night
Rating: PG-13 at worst
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius/Dominique
Word Count: 444
Content: Established relationship, bickering, banter, impending sex, cousins, incest, cousin incest.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Summer nights are the worst.
A/n: I need way too many writing days for GYWOs and it's been way too hot recently. Hence, the last resort: James and Dom end up the same position. At least they have each other. (Sadly for me I can only do this once)
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James Sirius Potter lay flat on his back, hot and sweaty and panting. The window was wide open and yet their wasn't one lick of a breeze, that James could detect. The curtains which were pulled closed over the windows weren't moving at all.
His girlfriend Dominique Weasley came into the room and sat down on the bed next to James.
"Are you all right, sweetie?" she said.
"Fine," James said purely by reflex and blatantly insincerely.
"This weather, huh?" Dom said. "I'm melting."
"I hadn't noticed it." James replied.
"Sure thing," Dominique said, "you don't want me to do a cooling charm then?"
"That would be a sign of weakness," James said, "I wouldn't hear of it."
Dominique snorted.
"Okay, be that way."
"I will."
"Fine."
"Good."
Dominique lay back on the bed next to him without another word and composed herself to sleep. James felt vaguely guilty. What he said had been the words of his usual playful banter, he thought, but the tone and emotions behind it had been wrong.
He shifted restlessly, thinking more words were needed and yet he had no idea how to start.
"You awake?" He said gruffly.
The words hung in the stifling still and stuffy night. There was a long moment.
"I am. now." Dominique replied.
"Sorry."
"For waking me up?" said Dominique, slightly acidly, "or before?"
"Umm… both? I meant before but yeah… both now I guess."
"Hmmphf." Dom intoned.
There was a long pause.
"Well, okay then," James said, nonplussed.
"It's okay, James," said Dom, "I know you don't like the heat."
Dominique had spend most of her summers growing up with her mum's family in the south of France getting acclimatised to the heat. James had spent his in a succession of wet Welsh wetlands getting wet and the effect had been quite different. He quirked his lips.
"It is hot to you right?"
Dominique turned and gave him an arch look.
"It's far too hot James."
"Far too hot." Well, at least they agreed, James thought.
"Take your shirt off, James," She said a few minutes later.
"Nah," James said. "Better leaving it on, a read this article saying sleeping naked is worse for you. Got to have something to soak up the sweet."
"That's not why I said take it off." Dominique said. "I'll go first."
She pulled her powder-blue pyjama t-shirt up over her head, leaving James staring at her bare chest.
She grinned at the dumbfounded expression on his face and shrugged, the motion doing nice things for James' view.
"If we're going to get hot and sweaty anyway…"
Again, James was just happy they agreed on something.
Rating: PG-13 at worst
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius/Dominique
Word Count: 444
Content: Established relationship, bickering, banter, impending sex, cousins, incest, cousin incest.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Summer nights are the worst.
A/n: I need way too many writing days for GYWOs and it's been way too hot recently. Hence, the last resort: James and Dom end up the same position. At least they have each other. (Sadly for me I can only do this once)
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James Sirius Potter lay flat on his back, hot and sweaty and panting. The window was wide open and yet their wasn't one lick of a breeze, that James could detect. The curtains which were pulled closed over the windows weren't moving at all.
His girlfriend Dominique Weasley came into the room and sat down on the bed next to James.
"Are you all right, sweetie?" she said.
"Fine," James said purely by reflex and blatantly insincerely.
"This weather, huh?" Dom said. "I'm melting."
"I hadn't noticed it." James replied.
"Sure thing," Dominique said, "you don't want me to do a cooling charm then?"
"That would be a sign of weakness," James said, "I wouldn't hear of it."
Dominique snorted.
"Okay, be that way."
"I will."
"Fine."
"Good."
Dominique lay back on the bed next to him without another word and composed herself to sleep. James felt vaguely guilty. What he said had been the words of his usual playful banter, he thought, but the tone and emotions behind it had been wrong.
He shifted restlessly, thinking more words were needed and yet he had no idea how to start.
"You awake?" He said gruffly.
The words hung in the stifling still and stuffy night. There was a long moment.
"I am. now." Dominique replied.
"Sorry."
"For waking me up?" said Dominique, slightly acidly, "or before?"
"Umm… both? I meant before but yeah… both now I guess."
"Hmmphf." Dom intoned.
There was a long pause.
"Well, okay then," James said, nonplussed.
"It's okay, James," said Dom, "I know you don't like the heat."
Dominique had spend most of her summers growing up with her mum's family in the south of France getting acclimatised to the heat. James had spent his in a succession of wet Welsh wetlands getting wet and the effect had been quite different. He quirked his lips.
"It is hot to you right?"
Dominique turned and gave him an arch look.
"It's far too hot James."
"Far too hot." Well, at least they agreed, James thought.
"Take your shirt off, James," She said a few minutes later.
"Nah," James said. "Better leaving it on, a read this article saying sleeping naked is worse for you. Got to have something to soak up the sweet."
"That's not why I said take it off." Dominique said. "I'll go first."
She pulled her powder-blue pyjama t-shirt up over her head, leaving James staring at her bare chest.
She grinned at the dumbfounded expression on his face and shrugged, the motion doing nice things for James' view.
"If we're going to get hot and sweaty anyway…"
Again, James was just happy they agreed on something.
