Title: Featherlight kisses

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Published: 11 June 2021

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Request: [Tumblr]"Prompt #45 - comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together"

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James was leaning against the headboard of his bed in his dormitory as you laid your back against his chest. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, his head falling in the crook of your neck, his breathing tickling your soft skin. It was an idyllic moment, calm and soft, unlike most of your days. James was always busy with quidditch or pranking students with Sirius, Remus and Peter, but for once it was only the two of you.

You loved the boys and a part of you enjoyed watching them go wild, making you laugh in the process. But you came to appreciate the silent moments you had alone with James. Not many, and certainly not frequent, but even more precious.

"Where is that smart little head of yours?" He asked as he hinted a small kiss on your shoulder, before he travelled upwards, hinting another and another on your neck and just under your ear, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling.

"I'm just thinking," you replied as he repeated his actions, peppering you with featherlight kisses once again. "You are extremely touchy today," you huffed as he hid his face in the curve of your neck once again.

"It's not often that we have a moment for each other," he murmured against your skin and lifted his head to look at you.

"Now, whose fault is that?" You twisted slightly in his arms to be able to return his gaze, a small smile curving in the corner of your mouth.

"I know," he sighed.

"Don't get me wrong, I really don't mind hanging out with the boys, it's certainly entertaining and I love them to bits. I just wish we could spend a bit more time together alone," you said as you straightened your back and kissed the corner of his lips.

"Uhum," he hummed. He placed a hand on your cheek as you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, waiting for him to capture your lips. But he didn't make the anticipated move. You cleared your throat and arched a brow, indicating you were waiting for something, but instead of leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, he just watched you with an intent gaze and a sly smile. "Someone is being needy today," he chuckled lightly.

"Don't tease me," you pouted as you realised you were not getting what you wanted. Stretching further in his arms, you pushed yourself up and twisted your body, before you took your seat in his lap, finally aligning yourself with his face that held onto a mischievous smile.

"Now this is a beautiful view," he said as his mouth grew into a smug grin and his fingers ran down your side, before settling on your hips, pulling you closer. You rested a hand on his cheek, caressing his lips, earning a small kiss from him on the tip of your thumb. He placed his hand over yours, gently squeezing it as he turned to leave another kiss on your palm.

"Kisses on my neck, on my shoulder, on my palm, even on my fingers, but no kisses on my lips? I think your priorities need a thorough check up, mister," you sulked with a soft smile across your face, as you tried to pull your hand away, but he stopped you. James chuckled at your neediness, linking your fingers together in mid-air, tilting his head as he watched your interlocked fingers, enjoying the warmth your body provided. "What are you doing?" You asked curiously, his eyes attached to where your hands met.

"You have such tiny hands," he smirked as he unlocked your fingers and opened his palm. You followed diligently, holding your hand against his, shifting it down to align it with his. Indeed, it was rather small compared to his, but you didn't mind, you liked your hands just the way they were.

"Is that a problem? It's not my fault you have gigantic hands," you turned to him with a mocking smile, but his eyes were already on yours. His fingers moved to interlock your fingers again and you felt your wrist being slightly twisted. He pulled the back of your hand towards him and kissed the soft skin, his eyes not leaving yours for a moment, watching you as your lips parted at the gentleness in his movements, the sweetness of his touch.

"Not at all, they are adorable," he shook his head. "I love how they get lost in my hands when I hold them," he left another kiss on the back of your hand. "And for the matter, I have to have big hands, I play quidditch after all," he chuckled playfully, but his words were nothing but a silent whisper to your ears as your eyes focused on his mouth that seemed to spend too much attention on parts of your body that weren't in as much need as your own lips. "Are you even paying attention?" He arched a single brow, shaking you out of your trance.

"Yes," you nodded confidently, though you had no idea what he was on about.

"What did I say?" He smirked proudly, knowing you had no clue what he was talking about.

"Quidditch," you replied without hesitation. They say to always be confident even if you are not sure, because that throws your opponent off guard, but from James' loud chuckle, you knew that quote was nothing but a sham.

"At some point, sure, but since then I've moved on," he snickered as he let go of your hand and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. "But because of the confidence you have shown, you deserve a treat," he placed a hand on your back, making you lean forward, your palms resting on his chest. Your eyes focused on his lips, impatiently waiting for them to touch yours, the skilled movement of his mouth that made your mind go blank. You could feel it in your grasp, his breath tickling your skin, his tongue running across his chapped lips. "You still here?" He asked mockingly, earning a groan from you.

"Just kiss me already you annoying brat," you snapped, but in the end you didn't wait for him to lean closer, you pressed your lips against his, earning a proud humming sound from him as he smiled into the kiss. He secured his arms around you tighter, tilting his head for better access, enjoying the feel of your body in his arms, the neediness of your kiss, the impatient tugging and pulling as you tried to devour more of him, before the lack of air separated you.

"Not gonna lie, that was hot," he offered you a wide grin. "I should be teasing you more often," he arched his brow as though waiting for an answer from you, but you knew he already made up his mind.

"I wouldn't make it a thing, it will come back and bite you in the arse," you huffed as you folded your arms in front of your chest, once again sulking in a child-like manner.

"Is that a challenge? That just makes me even more determined," he wiggled his brows, earning an eye-roll from you as you grabbed a pillow from behind him and started hitting him with it.

"You are insufferable," you groaned, but he grabbed the pillow and threw it across the room.

"That's why you love me," he snickered. Pulling you closer, he pressed his lips against yours, just as you were about to reply. By the time you separated, you forgot what you were about to say, let alone what he said before. 

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