the Horcrux Thief, james potter

xix. you're my everything

"I'm sorry I was so daft. I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

She shrugged. "I get it, he's your friend."

"But you're my everything, love," he said in a murmur, traipsing over the line of I love you, and Amaya pulled away looking up at him, her eyes swirling with doubt and vulnerability though he could swear there was love in them.

She forced a laugh. "Right."

And with that, she went to pull away but James wasn't about to let her do that. Instead, he pulled her back against him, her back flush against his chest, the water on his shirt seeping through hers. He immediately tugged her even closer by the hips, and he lowered his head to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, making Amaya melt against him with a breathy moan.

"It's true," he whispered.

"I—" her words faded, and she only shook her head, letting it fall back against his shoulder. James kept with gentle kisses on her skin.

"I need you to know something," he rasped against her skin. She hummed in response, her eyes fluttering close when he kissed the hollow of her throat. "You're not a convenience, Maya."

She froze, her body tensing under his grasp and he kneaded the skin on her lower back, making her breathing go shallow. "I, I know, James."

"But I don't think you do," he said, his voice strained as he turned her around in his arms, cupping her face so she would look at him, and when she met his eyes he gave her a small smile. "You're not a convenience," he pressed, "you could be on the other side of the world and I'd still l—I'd still want you. I mean, even before I knew you were staying here, from the moment I laid eyes on you... I was fucking curious about who you were, and I wanted to know you. Fuck, baby, you turned my world upside down and I don't want it to turn right up ever again. So when I tell you you're my everything, I'm not lying."

Her eyes searched his, and he saw her bottom lip quivering before she bit the inside of her lip to make it stop. And then, instead of answering him with words, Amaya raised herself on her toes, and pressed her lips to his, in a bruising kiss that had him groaning against her mouth as he tugged her closer.

Neither of them cared about the cold of the rain or the water. Amaya grasped his shirt in her hand and clung to him as her other hand buried in his hair, tugging at the roots and making his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

James' hands traveled from her hips to her arse, smirking against her mouth when she moaned as he cupped it. He lifted her off the ground in a second, and her legs wrapped around his waist, neither of them breaking off the kiss as her arms wrapped around his neck, and her tongue brushed against his, driving him mad.

He walked blindly through the kitchen, his original plan being to walk them to his room, or a room, only instead they hit a wall. Amaya let out a chuckle, pulling back for a moment as she leaned against the wall, pulling him closer with her legs until he was pressed against her core, making them both groan in pleasure.

They looked at each other for a moment before they were kissing again, faster, hungrily, frantically even. James was holding her up with one hand on her thigh and pinning her body against the wall with his, his other hand slipping up her (his) jumper, touching her warm skin.

"You're..." She pulled him closer, she whispered against his lips, "You're not a convenience."

He pulled away, panting for air. He met her eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm not?"

Amaya shook her head, her hands trailing down his shoulders and settling on his chest, his heart fluttering beneath her touch. "If I wanted convenience, I'd go for Moony."