James thinks he likes you, but he's not entirely sure because perhaps it's just another round of his daft rivalry with Sirius over who’s more impressive. But Lily, well, she's a completely different matter. She's all “don't come anywhere near me,” snapping back at him the moment he opens his mouth.

He finds himself more than once feeling at ease when he's with you. You don't look at him like he's just another conquest or a bloke trying to impress everyone. You don't keep expecting him to prove himself. And your smile slips past his guard so easily.

He likes your bold nature. He knows you won't say no to ending up on crisp white sheets that same night, lips bitten. You aren't just another woman, not like the others he has known. This, for him, is a real high.

“What are you on about, eh? Please, love, don't be foolish,” he whines, puffing slightly. His fingers tighten in your hair, giving a soft tug as you mewls, trying to pull away. “Jealous? You're being ridiculous, stop it. You know full well you are the only one I need.” His breath is warm against your skin, lips barely grazing your cheek. “Aye, I like a good fun, who doesn't? But it's different with you, darlin'.”

His lips pepper your face with kisses, teasing the corner of your mouth. “You drive me mad, y'know that?” he smirks, hands slipping under your thin top, fingertips barely grazing your skin as he slowly pulls it over your head. “Where's my good girl?”

“Don't do this to me,” his voice grows more desperate as he grips your waist, tugging you closer. “You know how much I need you.” His breath catches, “I can't stand it when you're angry with me. I hate it, love, you're killin' me here.”

His fingers dig into your hips. “Don't make me beg. I love it when you're all sweet, all mine.” His eyes meet yours. “Just give in to me, yea? Don't make me wait.”

His face is buried in your neck, his lips touching the hollow between your collarbones. The gun presses insistently against your leg, making you whimper, and your fingers clutch James' broad shoulders.