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Saturday, September 2nd, 1978 - Godric Cathedral, Godric's Hollow, Cornwall, England
Everything had gone as planned. The ceremony was beautiful. Lily was gorgeous in her wedding gown, and James had cried as she walked down the aisle.
Sirius had won that particular wager. James had no clue so many bets had been made about the day's events until he stood with his mates while they haggled the results. Though he really shouldn’t have been surprised.
“The ceremony was forty-three minutes,” said Remus.
“Yes, and I had forty-five minutes and was the closest,” argued Sirius.
“You busted, though, so Peter wins,” countered James.
“Yes, but I -”
“It’s his wedding, what he says goes,” Peter said, interrupting Sirius.
“We did not set those rules before .”
Remus rolled his eyes and said, “Padfoot, since when have we not played by those rules.”
His mates' playful bickering continued, but he lost track of the conversation. Across the event hall, he caught a look at Lily in her dress.
She always looked brilliant. Lily could've worn a paper bag, and he would have thought she looked amazing. A paper bag would have allowed him to see more of her legs, and he loved her legs… and the gift she’d sent him before the ceremony.
That had almost made him late for the wedding.
She must have felt his gaze on her as her green eyes met his hazel. A smirk started to form on his face, and hers matched with a grin.
Yeah.
They wouldn’t make it to dinner without getting their hands on each other.
He thought they could be reasonable about it, but mischief ran in his veins. Many people thought of Lily as a model student and rule follower. The truth was that Lily was just better at not getting caught. She had a mischievousness in her, too, and he knew just how to tap into it.
James turned to Sirius, "Padfood, I'm going out for a smoke."
Sirius turned to him confused, "Prongs you don't - " His tone changed as he must have noticed where James' eyes were focused. "Merlin's balls - you can't - it's another three hours - you two - I'm glad you're married now, and I don't have to deal with your shit."
James clapped him on the back, "Cover for us, won't you? I think that's the job of the Best Man - yeah?" His mouth curved into a smirk at the end.
"I'm going to say you’re taking photos. No one would believe you were out for a smoke."
"Tell them whatever you want."
"Should I tell them -"
"Within reason, Padfoot," interrupted James, giving his friends a look.
"Just be back for dinner," replied Sirius as James headed for his wife.
James gave a little chuckle. Dinner could wait. He was going to have dessert first.
***
She saw him walk towards her. She knew instantly when their eyes met what he intended.
He made a little lick of his lips. She’d seen that look on his face one too many times at Hogwarts and knew what was next. Before, it meant being dragged into a broom cupboard, but now… she was unsure where they would go. It was their wedding, for Christ’s sake. They couldn’t just disappear.
Lily probably shouldn't have sent him the Polaroid of her garter while he was getting ready. She knew it would get him going. Lily had thought they could wait until after the wedding. That the anticipation would have made it fun. But James had never been one for patience. Not that she really minded, or had any herself. Both of them had always been adventurous.
The look he’d given her and how he’d whispered, “Thanks for the photo,” after their vows told her the plan had worked. But maybe it worked too well. Because now, James looked like he was a man on a mission - and the mission was to get between her thighs. The anticipation had clearly reached its boiling point, and she was ready for it. Lily felt the dampness pool between her legs with every step he took closer.
Merlin. So ready for it.
Dinner would have to be put on hold, because Lily was in need of la petite mort.
It had been hard to sneak out of her parents' house after they graduated. Her parents were very traditional and tended to check on her in the evenings. It was almost like her parents knew not to trust them alone together. The amount of times James had to jump for his invisibility cloak before they were disturbed would have disturbed her parents.
But they were married now and wouldn’t have to deal with sneaking about anymore.
Well.
They would be sneaking off soon. She was sure of it.
So, maybe the sneaking around would stop after the wedding?
She quirked an eyebrow as if to ask, “Are we doing this now?”
James responded with his eyes. They drifted down her dress, and she knew she had him. Lily barely had to look at him to get him going most days, but this adventure had been premeditated - well, part of it had been.
It was her mother's idea to wear a garter, but she initially opposed it. Lily didn’t want to participate in the traditional wedding game, nor did she care about its symbolism.
But then she ranted to James about her mother's idea, how it was too old-fashioned, and how it related to purity - and they really were not pure. James had initially been confused by the concept of the wedding garter, but once she described it, his eyes lit up in excitement.
He had practically begged her to wear a garter, but just for him. He could be a jealous bloke and didn’t want others to see it.
Lily told him she wouldn’t do it - the tradition was outdated, or at least it should be. But that night, he had proceeded to demonstrate just what he would do if she wore one, and it definitely did not reflect the purity symbol the garter was meant to represent.
Lily went out to buy one the next day. She hadn't told James about the purchase and he only found out this morning via the lovely photograph she had sent him.
She gave him a grin as he got closer to her to let him know she was aware of his intent.
Merlin, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.
That was precisely why they had to get married. Lily couldn't keep living with her parents, and they wouldn't have allowed her to live with James before marriage. Sure, they could’ve hidden their living situation, but with the war and Lily's desire to please her parents, they decided to jump in head-first.
What did it matter if they got married at eighteen rather than twenty-two? Getting married meant they could be happy together, which was especially important during a time when happiness was scarce.
He was just about to reach her, so she bit her lip. She couldn't have told a soul what the conversation around her was about. She blushed as she thought about how she was daydreaming about shagging her husband while surrounded by a group of people.
It was amazing that after all this time together, she could still feel so giddy and lose herself in thought. To others, she probably looked like the traditional blushing bride, but James knew what her look meant.
"Mind if I steal her away? We’ve got to get some photos," James said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Her family and friends wished her and her husband a happy marriage, and they thanked them all for being here for their special day.
And then, James whisked her away before they could get wrapped into more pleasantries with guests.
Lily was unsure where they were going. But she could tell James had a location in mind.
His destination became more apparent as he whispered in her ear, “I have to get you alone.”
They were heading for the room where she’d gotten ready.
She looked into his hazel eyes, which were beaming with joy, and whispered back, “I think that might be best, Mr. Potter.”
He found the room where she had gotten ready with ease, but that was not unexpected. When she had arrived, the room had been adored in irises and tulips. James was a romantic at heart. The scent of them was still humming in the room, and Lily could see the note she had left on the table. The note had been transfigured into a tulip that only opened to her touch. In it James had written about how excited he was to marry her. How this was the first day of forever, and how he only wanted a life if it was one with her in it… Muggle or Magical, he just wanted to be married to her.
Her parents had wanted a church wedding, and James had been elated at the prospect of getting married the Muggle way in Godric's Hollow. Sure, they had also thrown in some wizarding traditions, but Lily's relatives just thought her husband was eccentric. And to be fair to them - they were not wrong.
She closed the door behind them, and James lifted his arm to encourage her to spin. He knew she loved doing that, and she did so with a little giggle. He then looped his arms around her and pulled her close.
It hit them both that this was the first moment they had been alone together today.
He kissed her slowly, pouring all his love and feelings into it, which she reciprocated. James guided them backward and she felt the wood of the door and heard the lock click.
His hands shuffled around his tuxedo, looking for his wand, but he did not break the kiss. She felt the familiar flick of his wrist and knew he was casting a silencing charm.
“I love you so much,” James murmured against her lips.
She tilted her head back so he couldn’t meet her lips again just yet, “Did you enjoy my gift?”
"That picture," groaned James. "Evans -"
"It's Potter now," Lily interrupted, smirking.
James kissed her firmly and pulled her hips to flush to his. She felt the familiar bulge and couldn’t help herself as she moved against him. His kisses intoxicated her, and the feeling of his hands in her hair was addicting. She was going to be a right mess when they were done.
But then Lily remembered they were not in a broom cupboard at Hogwarts. They were about thirty meters from the Church altar, and the priest who married them was not far away.
They were still in a Church.
A Church.
She had already committed several sins in her life - most of them with James, and none of them were regretted. They couldn’t… as much as she wanted to… they couldn’t…
Lily pulled away slightly, "James, we're in a church. We can't."
They were both panting slightly, and Lily looked at his lovely hazel eyes and thought, "Couldn’t they?"
She pulled him back down and kissed him again. Her declaration had been half-hearted because, dear god, she wanted to keep going.
Her concerns quickly left her mind as James’ hands came up to cup her breast. The moan she let out was desperate, as she was starved for him.
They definitely could do this in a Church.
She nibbled his bottom lip so he would open to her, and before she knew it, his tongue had won the battle against hers.
James broke the kiss, her eyes met his, and a familiar smirk formed on his face. She went to kiss it away, but he ducked his head and placed several kisses on her neck.
"You want me to stop Mrs. Potter," James whispered into her ear before he gave it a little nibble. He was taunting her after her previous remark. He knew she wanted to proceed, but James wanted her to say it. He’d always been a talker, while she was a little more reserved.
James had a way of bringing that side out of her, “I think you know exactly what I want, Mr. Potter.”
Her hands guided his lips back to hers, and she could feel the grin plastered on his face.
James brought his hands to her shoulders and made small circles with his thumbs that were ever so distracting. She almost didn’t realize he moved the sleeves of her dress down. He broke away, and a trail of kisses were left as he made his way down from her neck. James nuzzled her chest but was blocked from further access due to the dress. She knew he would be slightly disappointed, but that lingerie was for later. Instead, his open-mouth kisses worked their way back up her neck. He was gentle, which was good—they still had to go out to dinner after they were done.
Her eyes were shut, but she could hear him chuckle. James started to lift her dress, but Lily pushed his hand away. The fabric would show wrinkles if she let him have her against the door.
Merlin did she want that, but he would have to settle for a tasting preview. Not that he would mind. James was constantly telling her he wanted to live between her thighs. Let the man have what he wants, Lily thought to herself. His hands rested on her hips as he waited for her next directive.
She opened her eyes and cupped his cheek to direct his gaze to her. He’s so handsome that she almost forgot what she wanted to say. But she remembered as his hands played with the fabric at her hips.
"You can't hike up my dress, James - everyone will know what we've been up to. "
He pulled away slightly and gave her a grin, "You only have to ask if you want me on my knees."
Lily bit her lip to keep herself from letting out a moan of delight. He always had a way with words. She was a mumbling mess in the heat of things, but James was confident.
James took her left hand and played with the two rings that were now there. He was smiling wide as he looked at their intertwined hands, and she couldn't help but smile with him.
Even when he's a sap, he's sexy.
It's almost not fair.
He would make it up to her.
By licking her out in a church.
Merlin, she wanted him so bad that she was going to let him.
He had thoroughly corrupted her, though he would probably claim she was the one to corrupt him.
His smile shifted to a smirk as he knew from the way her fingers danced with his what her answer was going to be. That smirk of his had been getting them into trouble since they were fifteen. But it still works its magic on her.
"On your knees, Mr. Potter," said Lily, looking directly into James' eyes.
"It's so fucking sexy when you say it," James said as he moved closer to nuzzle her neck. He gave her a last fluttering of kisses.
James took off his glasses. She thought he’d remove his jacket and roll up his sleeves - she loved it when he did that - but no, he stayed in his complete wedding outfit, which was somehow sexier.
"Can you hold on to these, Mrs. Potter?" asked James as he handed her his glasses and dropped one last kiss to her lips.
She took them and watched as he descended to the floor. He got through all the puffy layers and found her ankles. He grinned as if he had just won the Quidditch Cup.
"Now, don't go breaking those glasses. I'm going to need them back when I'm done," chuckled James.
He would never let her forget the time she broke his glasses - years ago - when they had been in a hurry to get down to business. It was an easy fix with magic - one she was sure he had done multiple times before she came along. He just loved to rile her up. It was one of the things she loved most about him. How they could have fun, laugh, and learn to exist together even when they make mistakes.
James’ string of kisses up her leg brought her out of her thoughts. Lily was glad she had forgone the tights. There was no need to vanish them, and she could feel James' Quiddich worn hands move over her skin. Lily loved his hands. They knew her so well and were always so caring. Even when they played it rough, she knew she was safe in his hands.
James quickly found the garter and played with it while his lips were still at her knee. She knew he was taking his time, building the anticipation, but Merlin did she want him to get to it. Her knickers were soaked. Any attention to her center at this point was going to make her cum.
"This fucking garter," James said as he snapped the band against her thigh, "I can't decide if I want it on or off."
The sting of the band snap made her moan. She’d made the right decision to follow this tradition.
Soothing kisses were given by his lips where the band had snapped. However, these quickly changed into open-mouth attacks.
Lily knew that by the end, the spot where the fabric had once been would be marked by little bruises.
The thought of seeing where he’d marked her later was electrifying. Of James running his hand over it as he would fuck her into their bed tonight. He’d hike her hip over his just right and would give her thigh a little squeeze to remind her - those thoughts almost did her in.
He hadn't even touched her yet, and she was on the edge. She was a fucking genius for putting on this garter and sending that photo.
She nudged her hips to call his attention to her sex, as he was overly focused on her thigh.
Moments later, Lily felt his lips move away from her leg, and she moaned at the loss of contact, even though she had requested it.
"Did you need something, Mrs. Potter?" asked James.
She opened her eyes and looked down. She wished she had a shorter dress so that she could see the smirk that was surely on his face. Or so she could put her hands through his hair and direct him to where she needed him.
His hands had come up to rest on her hips, and she could see the outline of his head from where he was under her dress. She felt his teeth on her hip bone. He was trying to get her knickers off.
"Use your hands, James," moaned Lily.
"They're busy," replied James. And yes, they were busy - palming her arse. James loved challenging himself with removing her clothes - the excitement that graced his eyes when he finally got her bra off with one hand. Good God, that had been fun. So, his fingers spelled 'love' on her thigh while he took her nickers off with his teeth.
A new feat for him, Lily thought as James' tongue traced her ankle. She was going to enjoy this new trick.
"Now, what should I do with these?" asked James’ muffled voice from under her dress.
"Pocket them," replied Lily.
"Mrs. Potter going to go knickerless for the rest of the night," tutted James as he kissed up her leg.
"My husband will like it," bantered Lily.
"Yes, he fucking will," said James right before he buried his face between her legs.
He didn't start slow, and she didn’t want him to. If the room hadn't been silenced, then people would’ve come running, concerned about the sounds that he was getting out of her.
James hitched one of her legs over his shoulder to gain better access, and Lily supported herself against the door. Her head fell back, and she reveled in the feel of him.
This would never get old.
The wood of the door was where her hands latched because she couldn't paw at her dress or his hair like she wanted.
She'd already lost his glasses. They were somewhere, probably broken, but she really couldn't find a reason to care right now - they'll fix them by magic after. James' tongue worked other magic that kept her mind thoroughly occupied.
His lips had found her clit, and it took only a moment for his tongue to join them. She was panting, and his attention was unwavering. He’d always been enthusiastic about licking her cunt, and it sounded like today was no different. Lily could feel and hear James’ moans as his tongue continued its exploration.
Fucking hell, he was brilliant.
Both his hands cupped her arse to angle her hips to his face. James made her ride his tongue, and it felt stupefying. Lily was truly blessed with a husband who knew how to work an orgasm out of her with his cock, tongue, and fingers - a true triple threat. His licks were timed with the squeezes of her arse, and she was ready. Fucking Christ, she was ready. It would only take him pressing his thumb to her clit for her to go over the edge. She knew it. And she knew he knew it.
Whenever she was close, he would pull away slightly, causing her to let out a sob of desperation. The loss of his lips was momentary, but it heightened the fall. Sometimes, he liked to tease her - bring her to the edge multiple times. She'd seen stars that way. They didn't have time for that today, and Lily was glad when she felt one of his hands left her arse. She barely knew where it had gone until he was playing with the hood of her sex. She thursted her hips, trying to make his thumb go where it was needed. But he pulled it away. Only to go back to teasing her.
"James," Lily whined. Her clit got the attention it needed, and she was sent over the edge.
She was called his name and prayed to Jesus and Merlin as his tongue continued to work her through the spasms. James licked up his victory and smiled into her cunt as she came down from her high.
His lips moved to her thigh, and she let out a laugh. James nipped her left thigh so he could keep score for later. The man likes to compete against himself, and who was she to stop him when the competition was about how many times he could make her cum.
James blew gently on his mark, which caused her to shiver. She expected him to pull away, but he just murmured something.
She could barely make out the words. Partly from the haze of pleasure and partly due to the layers of fabric between them. But she thinks it was "One more."
The true indicator of what his words were was the return of his attention to her clit. It was slow, testing if she was ready for him again. She let him know with a moaned yes.
His fingers played at her entrance, and she bucked her hips to encourage him forward.
She felt him chuckle into her cunt as one finger slipped into her.
Lily whimpered as she wanted more, and James knew that. He wanted her to say it, though. The nerve of the man. James loved it when she told him what she wanted.
"More," Lily cried as James tongue teased her folds.
She was rewarded with a second finger and gave him a healthy moan of appreciation.
His fingers quickly found a rhythm, and she canted her hips to meet him.
She wished he could fuck her now. What she wouldn’t give to have the wedding be over so he could have her against this door. They should have just eloped. Then they could’ve spent their wedding in bed together.
He curled his fingers just so, and she gripped the doorknob to keep herself upright. As if reading her motion from under her dress, James supported her arse with his free hand to keep her steady.
She wanted his cock. Lily could tell by how he moved his fingers that this was a preview of what she would get later.
He teased a third finger and gave her clit little kitten licks. She knew she was going to lose it again soon. There were no coherent thoughts in her head, and she was not even sure how she got out of her request.
" Please ..."
James sucked her clit, his third finger entered her, and then he curled his fingers. Fuck. Her back was arched off the door. One of her hands was in her own hair while the other clasped the doorknob. Lily was not even sure how she was standing. Words tumbled from her mouth; none were discernible, but it was a mixture of his name, God, Merlin, and a colorful arrangement of swears. No praying was needed this time as she was in heaven.
His fingers carried her through and were only removed so his tongue could get the last taste of her.
Lily breathed heavily, and she tried to steady it, but James was giving her a second mark on her left thigh. The overstimulation of it all felt so good that it made her breath falter.
James gave each of his marks a little kiss before he placed one last kiss on each of her hip bones. She heard her wedding dress shuffle and realized she hadn't opened her eyes yet.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she watched as James made his way from under her dress - it was a sight to hold.
What a sexy man.
His eyes were blown out, and his ears were a deep red, a clear sign of exactly what they had been up to.
James took his fingers that had just been inside her and put them in his mouth for her to see. She fucking loved it when he did that, and he knew it too. She could see that he did it on purpose by the smirk that formed on his face as he sucked on his fingers.
He pulled her kickers out of his pocket and used them to clean off his face and hand. She moaned at the sight of him and then groaned as he was getting her rilled up again - and they did not have time. Lily could tell she was right as his smirk turned into a full grin.
They would have just enough time to take care of him, though. He was always easy to get off after he had licked her out.
"My turn to take care of you," Lily said with a smile. She reached for his belt.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Mrs. Potter, but you cumming on my face a second time took right care of that," said James with a chuckle. "Thank Merlin for cleaning charms, or we would be in a bit of a predicament - and in a Church Lily," tutted James at the end.
Lily could not help but laugh as she watched James clean himself up. She was going to hell in the Muggle world, but that was okay because life with James was heavenly.
***
They walked back into the wedding hall, hands clasped together and with matching smiles. They had fixed themselves back up - Lily had to conjure a mirror to check her appearance; as James says, she looked great in a paper bag.
"All right, let's get a photo so you two don't make a liar out of me," said Sirius.
Lily looked at the photographer, alight with happiness.
There was nowhere she would rather be.
The photo was taken, and she knew it would be one for the books.
"Oi, Moony," called James, causing Remus to turn around. "Come over here for a photo."
As Remus approached, he asked, "Where have you two been?"
"Taking photos," replied Lily with a smile.
"I'm so glad one of you can lie," Remus replied as the photographer captured them laughing.
"Hey, don't forget about me," called Peter, dashed over to get in the shot.
"We'd never forget about you, Wormy," replied Lily.
"I think you forgot about attending your own wedding," Sirius murmured into her ear.
Lily couldn't help but let out a full laugh as the photographer took the shot.