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Title: A Going Away Gift
Word Count: ~3,900
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius Potter/Rose Weasley
Content: Fluff and smut, incest (first cousins), loss of virginity, boob sucking, vaginal sex
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: Oddly enough, Rose Weasley has always felt safe with her cousin James Sirius Potter. Safe enough to ask him to help her out with something special.
A/n:Been working on this one off and on for a while. Sort of a spiritual antithesis to the Fred/Katie virginity loss story. Hope people enjoy it.
Thanks be totorino10154 for beta-reading this.
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Rose Weasley checked herself in the mirror by the front door and plucked up her courage. She had nothing to worry about, she thought, she was only going to see her cousin and James Sirius Potter had always been nice to her.
It might have surprised his siblings but perhaps simply because they were in the same house, he'd looked out for her. He wasn't above making fun of her but it has always been very much good natured especially as they grew older.
Rose bit her lip for a moment; of course what she was going to see him about was a little different than homework, House Team Quidditch tryouts or exam stress. They were all grown up after all, that was rather the point.
Bracing herself, Rose walked out the front door and to the front gate to Disapparate. It was now or never and Rose was going to choose now.
~o~
James Sirius Potter was sitting on a threadbare sofa in his flat, idly flipping through channels on his wizard wireless and wondering how easy a Muggle television was to set up, when there was knock on his door.
He went to answer it and did a double take. Standing on his door step in a casual hoodie and loose trousers was Rose Weasley. James was a naturally smiley person and on seeing his cousin, one leapt to his lips quite of their own accord.
"Hey James, can we talk?" Rose said, softly.
"Of course, of course," James said. "Come in."
James backed away from his door, and waved Rose in. She looked a little uncomfortable but still made herself at home, kicking off her shoes and leaving them next to a pile of James' own footwear before padding over and settling down on his sofa.
Happy but rather confused, James bustled over to his kitchenette to make some tea. It was a little late in the evening for a casual visit but he expected Rose would say what she wanted to say when she was comfortable.
She didn't. At least not before James had made some tea, brought it over to her and settled down on the sofa next to her. In all honesty, it was rather small and worn but for some reason he had no issue sitting close quarters with Rose.
"So…" he said somewhat ill at ease. Rose was no chatterbox, but she was usually more communicative than this. "How are you, Rose?"
"Oh, good, good," Rose said, too quickly and then shut up and sipped her tea.
"I hear you got the place on the research program. Congratulations. Very well deserved," James said. No answer. "Where was it, France?"
"Switzerland," Rose replied.
"Your parents must be proud," James said.
"They are. Well, Dad said he didn't care about my grades and if I got any N.E.W.Ts at all I was doing better than him but he tells anyone he meets about the Research placement."
James' smile grew wider.
"Sounds like Uncle Ron," he said.
He finished off his tea and put his mug on the floor, leaning back in a show of relaxation. He decide to wait. Rose didn't say anything until she'd finished her own tea and placed it down on the one coaster James had.
After a while, she turned towards him on the sofa, took a deep breath and then continued as if they'd be no pause in the conversation.
"I studied long and hard for those N.E.W.Ts, and the placement," she said.
"I'll bet you did," James said.
"Well, I'm thinking there are other things, I should have done," Rose said. There was a certain something to her voice, just something subtly off about the pitch and tempo. James cocked his head and leaned in, just a little.
"That's okay, Rose, you've plenty of time."
"I know but I'm going away. This kind of thing, well, I think it would be better to do it sooner rather than later. With someone that I know I can trust."
James only considered himself mostly stupid. He could pick up when subtext was happening if he didn't know what it was.
Rose Weasley was sitting on his sofa, round blue eyes looking up at him. James suddenly noticed subtle hints of make up on her pale skin that did nothing to hide the freckles speckled all over it. There was a touch of eye shadow, soft brown mascara on her lashes and matte pink lipstick that was just a shade lighter than her lips' usual colour.
After a moment of staring at Rose's mouth, James had a sudden realisation of what was going on. He felt a swooping sensation in his stomach and a steadily increasing tension in a slightly lower region.
He was sitting close to Rose, too close, his arm along the back of the sofa easily encompassed her.
"I.. like you James," Rose said. "I feel safe with you."
"I'm... I'm glad," replied James in a soft voice.
Rose had leant in a little bit more, turning up her face up to his. James smiled down at her but made no move to get close himself.
"In case, you didn't get the hint," Rose said breathlessly. "That was a kind of invitation."
"I got it," said James, "but it felt a little wrong to be making moves on you, when you just said how safe you feel. Like counterproductive, you know?"
"And what if I want you to kiss me," Rose said, leaning in closer still.
"Well, that would be another matter, wouldn't it?" James said.
James leant in, there was an infinitesimal pause and then Rose crossed the rest of the distance between them and pressed her lips to James'. It was a quick kiss, James had a moment to register what was happening, the wonderful softness of Rose's mouth and then it was over. Rose didn't retreat though, just angled her face back for a moment, James smiled at her, and got a smile in return. There were pink dots high on her cheeks, that made her look even cuter.
Still smiling, James made the first move that time, really the second, he thought before the irrelevant idea was washed away as her kissed Rose. Their lips pressed and melded together and James didn't back away, he sucked a little on her lower lip before kissing her fully again.
Reaching out, James found Rose's hand in one of his and held it, giving it an encouraging squeeze that she answered. Rose's other hand pressed against his chest and moved it to hold his shoulder. James decided to take this as a sign and deepened this kiss, pressing his mouth to Rose's more firmly and the tip of his tongue teased her lips seeking entry.
Rose made the softest of noises that caused a lurch in James' stomach and her mouth opened. James' tongue darted forward, playing over Rose's tongue until she responded in kind, her tongue pushing back to play with his.
A while later, both breathing heavily, they parted again.
"How was that?" James said.
"I don't know, maybe we should try again?" Rose said leaning in.
James moved to meet her. He paused a moment, with their lips nearly touching. He felt a sudden rush of mixed emotion: pleasure and anticipation conflicted with nervousness and worry. He wanted this, he realised. He really wanted this as much more than a practise exercise for Rose.
Then Rose crossed the final inch between them to kiss him, her arms went around her neck as she pushed herself at him with no reserve. James matched the emotion behind the kiss, his doubts falling away as quickly as they had risen. They snogged, exchanging a series of quick kisses, mixed in with deeper kisses, tongues battled for dominance and then separating for another bounce. Apparently growing more confident, Rose tried things out like sucking on James' lower lip. Grinning and chuckling, James responded and, entirely on instinct, he raised one hand to cup Rose's breast. It filled his hand, warm and soft even through her clothes and bra. Rose squeaked as he squeezed and James came to his senses, removing his hand.
"Why did you do that?" Rose said, her voice wavering slightly.
"Sorry, sorry," James rambled. "We were getting into it and I just… well..."
"No, I mean, why did you stop?" Rose said. "Didn't I make it clear what I wanted here?"
"Well… yeah, but I didn't want to assume… I mean, how far do you want to take this?"
Rose meant his gaze unflinchingly, her blue eyes boring into his, looking completely serious despite what they'd just been doing.
"All the way, James, all the way. Are you okay with that?"
James had to take a couple of attempts to answer. His mouth had gone dry.
"Yes, I am but you know, if you change you mind, at any point. That's fine. Just, you know, say or smack me or something. That's fine you know."
Rose cocked her head to the side slightly, a smile played over her lips.
"I know, Jamie. I told you I trusted you. That's why."
"All right, all right," James bit his lip and then plunged in. "If we're doing that, do you want to go to bed? Not that doing it here wouldn't be fun, just, well, your first time it feels…"
"… like the proper way to do it?" Rose finished his sentence, smiling fully now, though a blush was showing through her make up. "Yeah. Let's."
James' flat was small and it wasn't a long way to his bedroom, it seemed to take a long time to get there though. James had Rose's hand in his as he guided across the room to his bedroom door.
He kept stealing glances at Rose but she seemed, if not calm, then no more nervous that one might expect. James felt like was seeing her for the first time. He knew what Rose looked like, of course, he'd known her all her life but that was the point. She was just Rose to him, he'd never seen her like this.
So, Rose Weasley not short, not tall, clearly a good height to be kissed, James thought, his mind going off track. She wasn't stick thin or noticeably fat but softly full-figured. James noticed a curve to her arse, and he knew her breasts were more than a handful. Bushy red hair and those cool blue eyes. All in all, a very attractive package. James felt a surge of lust and immediately reminded himself that Rose was an innocent and that he was supposed to be taking things slowly and carefully.
Then they were in his room and Rose was pressing close to him, he ducked his head down to kiss her again. Their lips meshing and melding as they kissed. Rose's arms went around his neck again and James' hands fell to her hips, as they snogged it felt right for them to shift down to Rose's bum instead.
James fondled her arse, he felt the slight hitch in Rose's breath, a tightening of her grip on his head but this time he continued and Rose pressed close to him kissing him more deeply.
Emboldened, James's grip lifted, and he toyed with the hem of Rose's hoodie. She backed off him slightly then but only so she could put her hands over his and then hoist the pullover up and off herself.
"Oh wow," the words escaped James before he knew what he was saying.
Rose hadn't been wearing a t-shirt. She was standing before him clad in a white bra. Her breasts were fuller and rounder than he'd thought before.
James stopped dead and stared. Rose's round breasts heaved and fell with her breathing and his attention locked on to her freckled cleavage. There was a long pause.
"Ah, James?" Rose said uncertainly. "You like them?"
"Very much so," said James, jerking back to reality.
"Maybe you could, I don't know," Rose said, her eyes darting around, "take something off too?"
James barked a laugh. Then he pulled his t-shirt off.
Rose froze. She been biting her lip but her mouth just fell open a bit instead. Her face was still but her eyes zoomed over his chest, James felt a lurch low down in his stomach and flush of pride. He wasn't exactly ripped with a six-pack but he wasn't out of shape either.
He stepped close and when he pressed a kiss gently to her lips, she responded. Her hands felt wonderful as she ran them over his revealed torso. James snogged her thoroughly, the act feeling more and more natural, the more they did it. His hands fell to her waist again, holding her at the small of her back.
"Of course," James said between kisses, "now you're wearing more than me. Fair's fair, Rosie."
His hands slid up Rose's back and on his second attempt James managed to undo the clasp of her bra. Rose whimpered softly but shifted her arms down to let him take it off.
James caught a glimpse of them; more freckles and a pair of broad pink nipples before they were kissing again, bare chests pressed together and hands clutching at each other.
"Oh fuck, oh, James," Rose gasped. "I..."
"It's okay, Rose, I've got you," James said. "Why don't you lie back for me?"
Apparently he'd guessed right about the weakness of Rose's knees as she collapsed into his bed on top of his duvet immediately. James followed her down, lying alongside of her, his head level with her shoulder. He looked up to kiss her gently again before turning his attention to her breasts.
James cupped and squeezed each of Rose's breasts in turn. They overflowed his hand, pleasantly full and soft and firm enough to handle. He ducked his head down and licked around one pink nipple before sucking it.
"Uh!" Rose whimpered and James felt the nipple harden under his mouth as she did so. "Oh wow."
He switched breasts and repeated the process, sucking the breast further away from him and squeezing the nearer one in his hand. Half on top of Rose now, he reached his free hand down over the slight swell of her stomach to rest flat to her body just at the waist of her trousers.
Rose squirmed and gasped, one hand reaching to trail her fingers through James' hair and causing a susurration of sensation to rush down the length of his body.
"Fuck James," Rose said after long moments of this. "Are you being naughty or nice right now?"
"What do you mean?" James said.
"You're torturing me," Rose said.
"Oh," James said, blushing and smiling. "Too slow?"
"I'm really ready to do this. Really," Rose said. "Your gentlemanliness has been noted."
"And hopefully will continue but since you're asking," James said he shifted back and moved both hands to her waistline, undoing the buttons holding her trousers closed.
Rose wiggled her hips and James tugged on the trousers until they came loose. Given Rose's words he didn't tarry but he did take a note of her knickers. They were made of the same innocent white lace as the discarded bra, and they had a very noticeable dark white patch. Rose hadn't been kidding, James thought, a warm sense of sense of satisfaction bubbling up inside of her. He tugged his fingers under the knickers and, receiving no objection, pulled them off as well.
James looked up: Rose Weasley was lying back, entirely naked in his bed.
He swallowed hard and then undid his own jeans, with much less ceremony. He pushed them and his boxers down and kicked them away.
Despite everything, James still couldn't believe that he was crawling on top of a naked Rose and kissing her, her arms around his body, their naked forms pressed against each other and his erection pushing against her thigh and mound.
Rose spread her legs wide, and James reared up, shifting his position so he could grab his cock and put it where it need to be, the tip sliding around in Rose's wetness. He flushed pink, scrambling for a few seconds before finding the right angle, her lips spreading around the tip of his cock and then…
"Damn, damn, damn," James said vehemently, pulling away and getting off Rose. "I've forgotten something."
"What?! What?" Rose said extremely urgently.
Scrambling on all fours, James turned and then reached off the bed and into his jeans' pocket pulling out his wand.
"Protection," he said. "Very important. Umm, are you using any yourself?"
"Yeah, a potion," Rose said, and looked to James as if she was resisting her rolling her eyes at him. "You think I wouldn't?"
"I think it never hurts to ask," James said, "and if you can't talk about it to someone, you probably shouldn't shag them and also doubling up also doesn't hurt."
He pointed one of his magic wands at the other and carefully and deliberated pronounced an incantation. There was a flash of light and a translucent effect covered the length of cock for a moment before fading from sight.
"Now you're ready?" Rose asked.
"Yeah, sorry, just trying to do it right for you."
"Come and see how much I appreciate it," Rose said.
With a chuckle, James crawled on top of Rose again. He noticed her eyes were fixed on his erection, still mostly hard, though the pause hadn't done it any favours.
"You want to touch it?" James said, jokingly and was surprised when Rose actually reached out and grasped it in one hand. "Oooh, oh, okay."
Rose bit her lip and frowned slightly in that way she had when she was concentrating hard on something fascinating. She stroked it experimentally up and down varying her grip and gazing at the motion of the foreskin retreating over the head as he got harder again.
"Wow," she said, with every evidence of honesty.
James took her by the shoulders and ushered her down back onto her back again, kissing her deeply so her head sank into his pillows, her hands clutched at his chest. He propped himself up on one forearm. The other on his cock again, he found her entrance again and this time he got the position and angle right away, his head pressed to her lips.
"Okay?" he gasped. There was much more he wanted to say but they were far past that point now.
"Yeah," Rose whispered.
James pushed into her, feeling her body spread and part and give way to him. He went in a couple of inches. Rose's face tensed, her eyes closed and her brow furrowed. He stopped; she took a couple of deep breaths and her eyes opened, her crystal blue gaze met his, her eyes glowing. He pushed in a bit deeper. She gasped and winced but only shut her eyes for barely longer than a blink. He pushed again and she whimpered, her eyelids fluttering and no more. He pushed the rest of the way in. James' hips pressed up against hers.
He realised he was balls deep in Rose Weasley. James' cock gave a throb and he tensed and gritted his teeth for a moment to fight the urge to just come straight away.
"There you go, that's it, that's it," James murmured. "Fuck, you're amazing, this is so amazing."
"Y-you… D-do you say that to everyone you deflower?" Rose said.
James chuckled, amazed that she could joke right then, the vibrations shooting through their entwined, interlocked bodies.
"Sure, but with you I mean it," he replied.
"I'm flattered!" Rose said and she kissed him gently. James responded to the kiss, their mouths melding together.
"You want me to start moving?" he asked.
"Oh… yeah," Rose responded.
James kissed her again, enjoying the softness of her mouth and the way her tongue played with his. When she relaxed, he pulled his hips up and then pushed back into her in one long stroke.
Rose's breath hitched, she moaned into his mouth and her grip on his back tightened.
James did it again, a little more slowly, striving for a gentle smooth pace. It was hard when your cock was encased in the smoothest, tightest, clingiest folds imaginable.
Still he tried, his hips rocking back and forth. His arms trembled, braced to either side of Rose; he was low on top of her, her breasts pressed to his chest. His eyes were locked on hers and he could see her reaction every time he pushed into her, the little gasp and twitch at the end of each thrust. Her hands massaged the small of his back. He could see the pleasure he was giving her.
It was no good, or rather it was all too too good.
"Fuck Rosie, Rosie, Rosie," he moaned. "I can't… I'm going to…"
"It's okay. I'm almost there," Rose whimpered in response. "I think I'm going to come."
James shut his eyes and swore but it was too late, he pushed deep and spurted into Rose's pussy.
"Oh fuck, fuck," he moaned in ecstasy. Then his tone changed. "Oh damn, damn, damn."
"It's okay, it's okay," Rose said.
"It will be," James said, pulling out and replacing his cock with a finger.
It slipped in easily, James didn't think why, he just added another one. He looked at Rose meeting her eyes without reservation.
"You're so hot, Rosie, you're amazing and perfect, and beautiful and hot."
He poured out compliments as he fingered her.
"How's this? I think a lot of ladies have to be touched right here"- he pressed his thumb against her clit -"Is that right? Does that feel good?"
It wasn't exactly the first time James had finished a girl like this. He felt silly but he'd known most women needed some attention to the clit to come but the positions he needed to do that with hadn't felt like the ones you used for someone's first time.
"Ah, yeah! Oh, James, it does, it does, it does!" Rose shrieked. She was shaking, her hips gyrating as if to ride his hand, then she grabbed his wrist hard and getting the message he eased off and she sank back to the bed breathing heavily. James fancied that he saw her still shaking and twitching a bit from an orgasm as she did so.
Smiling fondly, he lay down on his side, drinking in her features that were rapidly assuming a relaxed, happy expression.
"Wow," she said again.
"She likes?" James said softly.
"She likes," Rose confirmed, smiling. It faltered after a moment. "So what now?"
"Well, traditionally, I roll over and fall asleep?" James said.
"James!" Rose said, shocked.
"I wait 'till you're asleep and disappear into the night?" James continued.
"It's your house, dummy," Rose said propping herself on an arm and swatting him with the back of her free hand.
"Well then, if you're very very lucky, you get to cuddle for a while and enjoy being together."
James was very very lucky. Rose threw an arm over him and cuddled up to his side. Her red bushy hair pillowing under her head as it rested on his shoulder. He leant in and kissed her forehead. She murmured and smiled but she already half-asleep herself.
It was a one time thing, James knew. She was going away, James knew.
James was flattered she'd come to him and trusted he'd given her what she wanted. They were going to remember this forever and James knew that too.
Title: A Going Away Gift
Word Count: ~3,900
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius Potter/Rose Weasley
Content: Fluff and smut, incest (first cousins), loss of virginity, boob sucking, vaginal sex
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: Oddly enough, Rose Weasley has always felt safe with her cousin James Sirius Potter. Safe enough to ask him to help her out with something special.
A/n:Been working on this one off and on for a while. Sort of a spiritual antithesis to the Fred/Katie virginity loss story. Hope people enjoy it.
Thanks be to
torino10154 for beta-reading this.- - -
Rose Weasley checked herself in the mirror by the front door and plucked up her courage. She had nothing to worry about, she thought, she was only going to see her cousin and James Sirius Potter had always been nice to her.
It might have surprised his siblings but perhaps simply because they were in the same house, he'd looked out for her. He wasn't above making fun of her but it has always been very much good natured especially as they grew older.
Rose bit her lip for a moment; of course what she was going to see him about was a little different than homework, House Team Quidditch tryouts or exam stress. They were all grown up after all, that was rather the point.
Bracing herself, Rose walked out the front door and to the front gate to Disapparate. It was now or never and Rose was going to choose now.
~o~
James Sirius Potter was sitting on a threadbare sofa in his flat, idly flipping through channels on his wizard wireless and wondering how easy a Muggle television was to set up, when there was knock on his door.
He went to answer it and did a double take. Standing on his door step in a casual hoodie and loose trousers was Rose Weasley. James was a naturally smiley person and on seeing his cousin, one leapt to his lips quite of their own accord.
"Hey James, can we talk?" Rose said, softly.
"Of course, of course," James said. "Come in."
James backed away from his door, and waved Rose in. She looked a little uncomfortable but still made herself at home, kicking off her shoes and leaving them next to a pile of James' own footwear before padding over and settling down on his sofa.
Happy but rather confused, James bustled over to his kitchenette to make some tea. It was a little late in the evening for a casual visit but he expected Rose would say what she wanted to say when she was comfortable.
She didn't. At least not before James had made some tea, brought it over to her and settled down on the sofa next to her. In all honesty, it was rather small and worn but for some reason he had no issue sitting close quarters with Rose.
"So…" he said somewhat ill at ease. Rose was no chatterbox, but she was usually more communicative than this. "How are you, Rose?"
"Oh, good, good," Rose said, too quickly and then shut up and sipped her tea.
"I hear you got the place on the research program. Congratulations. Very well deserved," James said. No answer. "Where was it, France?"
"Switzerland," Rose replied.
"Your parents must be proud," James said.
"They are. Well, Dad said he didn't care about my grades and if I got any N.E.W.Ts at all I was doing better than him but he tells anyone he meets about the Research placement."
James' smile grew wider.
"Sounds like Uncle Ron," he said.
He finished off his tea and put his mug on the floor, leaning back in a show of relaxation. He decide to wait. Rose didn't say anything until she'd finished her own tea and placed it down on the one coaster James had.
After a while, she turned towards him on the sofa, took a deep breath and then continued as if they'd be no pause in the conversation.
"I studied long and hard for those N.E.W.Ts, and the placement," she said.
"I'll bet you did," James said.
"Well, I'm thinking there are other things, I should have done," Rose said. There was a certain something to her voice, just something subtly off about the pitch and tempo. James cocked his head and leaned in, just a little.
"That's okay, Rose, you've plenty of time."
"I know but I'm going away. This kind of thing, well, I think it would be better to do it sooner rather than later. With someone that I know I can trust."
James only considered himself mostly stupid. He could pick up when subtext was happening if he didn't know what it was.
Rose Weasley was sitting on his sofa, round blue eyes looking up at him. James suddenly noticed subtle hints of make up on her pale skin that did nothing to hide the freckles speckled all over it. There was a touch of eye shadow, soft brown mascara on her lashes and matte pink lipstick that was just a shade lighter than her lips' usual colour.
After a moment of staring at Rose's mouth, James had a sudden realisation of what was going on. He felt a swooping sensation in his stomach and a steadily increasing tension in a slightly lower region.
He was sitting close to Rose, too close, his arm along the back of the sofa easily encompassed her.
"I.. like you James," Rose said. "I feel safe with you."
"I'm... I'm glad," replied James in a soft voice.
Rose had leant in a little bit more, turning up her face up to his. James smiled down at her but made no move to get close himself.
"In case, you didn't get the hint," Rose said breathlessly. "That was a kind of invitation."
"I got it," said James, "but it felt a little wrong to be making moves on you, when you just said how safe you feel. Like counterproductive, you know?"
"And what if I want you to kiss me," Rose said, leaning in closer still.
"Well, that would be another matter, wouldn't it?" James said.
James leant in, there was an infinitesimal pause and then Rose crossed the rest of the distance between them and pressed her lips to James'. It was a quick kiss, James had a moment to register what was happening, the wonderful softness of Rose's mouth and then it was over. Rose didn't retreat though, just angled her face back for a moment, James smiled at her, and got a smile in return. There were pink dots high on her cheeks, that made her look even cuter.
Still smiling, James made the first move that time, really the second, he thought before the irrelevant idea was washed away as her kissed Rose. Their lips pressed and melded together and James didn't back away, he sucked a little on her lower lip before kissing her fully again.
Reaching out, James found Rose's hand in one of his and held it, giving it an encouraging squeeze that she answered. Rose's other hand pressed against his chest and moved it to hold his shoulder. James decided to take this as a sign and deepened this kiss, pressing his mouth to Rose's more firmly and the tip of his tongue teased her lips seeking entry.
Rose made the softest of noises that caused a lurch in James' stomach and her mouth opened. James' tongue darted forward, playing over Rose's tongue until she responded in kind, her tongue pushing back to play with his.
A while later, both breathing heavily, they parted again.
"How was that?" James said.
"I don't know, maybe we should try again?" Rose said leaning in.
James moved to meet her. He paused a moment, with their lips nearly touching. He felt a sudden rush of mixed emotion: pleasure and anticipation conflicted with nervousness and worry. He wanted this, he realised. He really wanted this as much more than a practise exercise for Rose.
Then Rose crossed the final inch between them to kiss him, her arms went around her neck as she pushed herself at him with no reserve. James matched the emotion behind the kiss, his doubts falling away as quickly as they had risen. They snogged, exchanging a series of quick kisses, mixed in with deeper kisses, tongues battled for dominance and then separating for another bounce. Apparently growing more confident, Rose tried things out like sucking on James' lower lip. Grinning and chuckling, James responded and, entirely on instinct, he raised one hand to cup Rose's breast. It filled his hand, warm and soft even through her clothes and bra. Rose squeaked as he squeezed and James came to his senses, removing his hand.
"Why did you do that?" Rose said, her voice wavering slightly.
"Sorry, sorry," James rambled. "We were getting into it and I just… well..."
"No, I mean, why did you stop?" Rose said. "Didn't I make it clear what I wanted here?"
"Well… yeah, but I didn't want to assume… I mean, how far do you want to take this?"
Rose meant his gaze unflinchingly, her blue eyes boring into his, looking completely serious despite what they'd just been doing.
"All the way, James, all the way. Are you okay with that?"
James had to take a couple of attempts to answer. His mouth had gone dry.
"Yes, I am but you know, if you change you mind, at any point. That's fine. Just, you know, say or smack me or something. That's fine you know."
Rose cocked her head to the side slightly, a smile played over her lips.
"I know, Jamie. I told you I trusted you. That's why."
"All right, all right," James bit his lip and then plunged in. "If we're doing that, do you want to go to bed? Not that doing it here wouldn't be fun, just, well, your first time it feels…"
"… like the proper way to do it?" Rose finished his sentence, smiling fully now, though a blush was showing through her make up. "Yeah. Let's."
James' flat was small and it wasn't a long way to his bedroom, it seemed to take a long time to get there though. James had Rose's hand in his as he guided across the room to his bedroom door.
He kept stealing glances at Rose but she seemed, if not calm, then no more nervous that one might expect. James felt like was seeing her for the first time. He knew what Rose looked like, of course, he'd known her all her life but that was the point. She was just Rose to him, he'd never seen her like this.
So, Rose Weasley not short, not tall, clearly a good height to be kissed, James thought, his mind going off track. She wasn't stick thin or noticeably fat but softly full-figured. James noticed a curve to her arse, and he knew her breasts were more than a handful. Bushy red hair and those cool blue eyes. All in all, a very attractive package. James felt a surge of lust and immediately reminded himself that Rose was an innocent and that he was supposed to be taking things slowly and carefully.
Then they were in his room and Rose was pressing close to him, he ducked his head down to kiss her again. Their lips meshing and melding as they kissed. Rose's arms went around his neck again and James' hands fell to her hips, as they snogged it felt right for them to shift down to Rose's bum instead.
James fondled her arse, he felt the slight hitch in Rose's breath, a tightening of her grip on his head but this time he continued and Rose pressed close to him kissing him more deeply.
Emboldened, James's grip lifted, and he toyed with the hem of Rose's hoodie. She backed off him slightly then but only so she could put her hands over his and then hoist the pullover up and off herself.
"Oh wow," the words escaped James before he knew what he was saying.
Rose hadn't been wearing a t-shirt. She was standing before him clad in a white bra. Her breasts were fuller and rounder than he'd thought before.
James stopped dead and stared. Rose's round breasts heaved and fell with her breathing and his attention locked on to her freckled cleavage. There was a long pause.
"Ah, James?" Rose said uncertainly. "You like them?"
"Very much so," said James, jerking back to reality.
"Maybe you could, I don't know," Rose said, her eyes darting around, "take something off too?"
James barked a laugh. Then he pulled his t-shirt off.
Rose froze. She been biting her lip but her mouth just fell open a bit instead. Her face was still but her eyes zoomed over his chest, James felt a lurch low down in his stomach and flush of pride. He wasn't exactly ripped with a six-pack but he wasn't out of shape either.
He stepped close and when he pressed a kiss gently to her lips, she responded. Her hands felt wonderful as she ran them over his revealed torso. James snogged her thoroughly, the act feeling more and more natural, the more they did it. His hands fell to her waist again, holding her at the small of her back.
"Of course," James said between kisses, "now you're wearing more than me. Fair's fair, Rosie."
His hands slid up Rose's back and on his second attempt James managed to undo the clasp of her bra. Rose whimpered softly but shifted her arms down to let him take it off.
James caught a glimpse of them; more freckles and a pair of broad pink nipples before they were kissing again, bare chests pressed together and hands clutching at each other.
"Oh fuck, oh, James," Rose gasped. "I..."
"It's okay, Rose, I've got you," James said. "Why don't you lie back for me?"
Apparently he'd guessed right about the weakness of Rose's knees as she collapsed into his bed on top of his duvet immediately. James followed her down, lying alongside of her, his head level with her shoulder. He looked up to kiss her gently again before turning his attention to her breasts.
James cupped and squeezed each of Rose's breasts in turn. They overflowed his hand, pleasantly full and soft and firm enough to handle. He ducked his head down and licked around one pink nipple before sucking it.
"Uh!" Rose whimpered and James felt the nipple harden under his mouth as she did so. "Oh wow."
He switched breasts and repeated the process, sucking the breast further away from him and squeezing the nearer one in his hand. Half on top of Rose now, he reached his free hand down over the slight swell of her stomach to rest flat to her body just at the waist of her trousers.
Rose squirmed and gasped, one hand reaching to trail her fingers through James' hair and causing a susurration of sensation to rush down the length of his body.
"Fuck James," Rose said after long moments of this. "Are you being naughty or nice right now?"
"What do you mean?" James said.
"You're torturing me," Rose said.
"Oh," James said, blushing and smiling. "Too slow?"
"I'm really ready to do this. Really," Rose said. "Your gentlemanliness has been noted."
"And hopefully will continue but since you're asking," James said he shifted back and moved both hands to her waistline, undoing the buttons holding her trousers closed.
Rose wiggled her hips and James tugged on the trousers until they came loose. Given Rose's words he didn't tarry but he did take a note of her knickers. They were made of the same innocent white lace as the discarded bra, and they had a very noticeable dark white patch. Rose hadn't been kidding, James thought, a warm sense of sense of satisfaction bubbling up inside of her. He tugged his fingers under the knickers and, receiving no objection, pulled them off as well.
James looked up: Rose Weasley was lying back, entirely naked in his bed.
He swallowed hard and then undid his own jeans, with much less ceremony. He pushed them and his boxers down and kicked them away.
Despite everything, James still couldn't believe that he was crawling on top of a naked Rose and kissing her, her arms around his body, their naked forms pressed against each other and his erection pushing against her thigh and mound.
Rose spread her legs wide, and James reared up, shifting his position so he could grab his cock and put it where it need to be, the tip sliding around in Rose's wetness. He flushed pink, scrambling for a few seconds before finding the right angle, her lips spreading around the tip of his cock and then…
"Damn, damn, damn," James said vehemently, pulling away and getting off Rose. "I've forgotten something."
"What?! What?" Rose said extremely urgently.
Scrambling on all fours, James turned and then reached off the bed and into his jeans' pocket pulling out his wand.
"Protection," he said. "Very important. Umm, are you using any yourself?"
"Yeah, a potion," Rose said, and looked to James as if she was resisting her rolling her eyes at him. "You think I wouldn't?"
"I think it never hurts to ask," James said, "and if you can't talk about it to someone, you probably shouldn't shag them and also doubling up also doesn't hurt."
He pointed one of his magic wands at the other and carefully and deliberated pronounced an incantation. There was a flash of light and a translucent effect covered the length of cock for a moment before fading from sight.
"Now you're ready?" Rose asked.
"Yeah, sorry, just trying to do it right for you."
"Come and see how much I appreciate it," Rose said.
With a chuckle, James crawled on top of Rose again. He noticed her eyes were fixed on his erection, still mostly hard, though the pause hadn't done it any favours.
"You want to touch it?" James said, jokingly and was surprised when Rose actually reached out and grasped it in one hand. "Oooh, oh, okay."
Rose bit her lip and frowned slightly in that way she had when she was concentrating hard on something fascinating. She stroked it experimentally up and down varying her grip and gazing at the motion of the foreskin retreating over the head as he got harder again.
"Wow," she said, with every evidence of honesty.
James took her by the shoulders and ushered her down back onto her back again, kissing her deeply so her head sank into his pillows, her hands clutched at his chest. He propped himself up on one forearm. The other on his cock again, he found her entrance again and this time he got the position and angle right away, his head pressed to her lips.
"Okay?" he gasped. There was much more he wanted to say but they were far past that point now.
"Yeah," Rose whispered.
James pushed into her, feeling her body spread and part and give way to him. He went in a couple of inches. Rose's face tensed, her eyes closed and her brow furrowed. He stopped; she took a couple of deep breaths and her eyes opened, her crystal blue gaze met his, her eyes glowing. He pushed in a bit deeper. She gasped and winced but only shut her eyes for barely longer than a blink. He pushed again and she whimpered, her eyelids fluttering and no more. He pushed the rest of the way in. James' hips pressed up against hers.
He realised he was balls deep in Rose Weasley. James' cock gave a throb and he tensed and gritted his teeth for a moment to fight the urge to just come straight away.
"There you go, that's it, that's it," James murmured. "Fuck, you're amazing, this is so amazing."
"Y-you… D-do you say that to everyone you deflower?" Rose said.
James chuckled, amazed that she could joke right then, the vibrations shooting through their entwined, interlocked bodies.
"Sure, but with you I mean it," he replied.
"I'm flattered!" Rose said and she kissed him gently. James responded to the kiss, their mouths melding together.
"You want me to start moving?" he asked.
"Oh… yeah," Rose responded.
James kissed her again, enjoying the softness of her mouth and the way her tongue played with his. When she relaxed, he pulled his hips up and then pushed back into her in one long stroke.
Rose's breath hitched, she moaned into his mouth and her grip on his back tightened.
James did it again, a little more slowly, striving for a gentle smooth pace. It was hard when your cock was encased in the smoothest, tightest, clingiest folds imaginable.
Still he tried, his hips rocking back and forth. His arms trembled, braced to either side of Rose; he was low on top of her, her breasts pressed to his chest. His eyes were locked on hers and he could see her reaction every time he pushed into her, the little gasp and twitch at the end of each thrust. Her hands massaged the small of his back. He could see the pleasure he was giving her.
It was no good, or rather it was all too too good.
"Fuck Rosie, Rosie, Rosie," he moaned. "I can't… I'm going to…"
"It's okay. I'm almost there," Rose whimpered in response. "I think I'm going to come."
James shut his eyes and swore but it was too late, he pushed deep and spurted into Rose's pussy.
"Oh fuck, fuck," he moaned in ecstasy. Then his tone changed. "Oh damn, damn, damn."
"It's okay, it's okay," Rose said.
"It will be," James said, pulling out and replacing his cock with a finger.
It slipped in easily, James didn't think why, he just added another one. He looked at Rose meeting her eyes without reservation.
"You're so hot, Rosie, you're amazing and perfect, and beautiful and hot."
He poured out compliments as he fingered her.
"How's this? I think a lot of ladies have to be touched right here"- he pressed his thumb against her clit -"Is that right? Does that feel good?"
It wasn't exactly the first time James had finished a girl like this. He felt silly but he'd known most women needed some attention to the clit to come but the positions he needed to do that with hadn't felt like the ones you used for someone's first time.
"Ah, yeah! Oh, James, it does, it does, it does!" Rose shrieked. She was shaking, her hips gyrating as if to ride his hand, then she grabbed his wrist hard and getting the message he eased off and she sank back to the bed breathing heavily. James fancied that he saw her still shaking and twitching a bit from an orgasm as she did so.
Smiling fondly, he lay down on his side, drinking in her features that were rapidly assuming a relaxed, happy expression.
"Wow," she said again.
"She likes?" James said softly.
"She likes," Rose confirmed, smiling. It faltered after a moment. "So what now?"
"Well, traditionally, I roll over and fall asleep?" James said.
"James!" Rose said, shocked.
"I wait 'till you're asleep and disappear into the night?" James continued.
"It's your house, dummy," Rose said propping herself on an arm and swatting him with the back of her free hand.
"Well then, if you're very very lucky, you get to cuddle for a while and enjoy being together."
James was very very lucky. Rose threw an arm over him and cuddled up to his side. Her red bushy hair pillowing under her head as it rested on his shoulder. He leant in and kissed her forehead. She murmured and smiled but she already half-asleep herself.
It was a one time thing, James knew. She was going away, James knew.
James was flattered she'd come to him and trusted he'd given her what she wanted. They were going to remember this forever and James knew that too.
