FIC: Not Because He Saved Her [James/Dominique - R]

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Title: Not Because He Saved Her
Author/Artist: ely_baby
Prompt: # 65 by lightofdaye
Pairing(s): James Sirius Potter/Dominique Weasley
Word Count/Art Medium: ~4,000
Rating: Hard R
Warning(s)/Content: Cousincest. Oral Sex. Language. PWP.
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thank you to my lovely and super speedy beta, A.H. Thank you to the very understanding mods who were infinitely patient with me while RL was being a downright son of a biscuit. lightofdaye, this is for you. You can (and definitely should) consider it a very late birthday present. I tried to include as many of your likes as possible (and I quote): confident women, oral sex, smut, smut, smut, PWP with some sort of plot, friends to something else, banter. This is my first PWP – even though there’s a file with an introduction of about 7,000 words on my laptop atm (not even close to the kind of story I wanted to write originally) – so, bear with me.
Summary: She’s not doing it because he’s just saved her. She is not.

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There is something incredibly pleasing in the way Dominique holds onto James. Her fingers are grasping his Auror uniform, her face is burrowed into his chest, and her breathing is coming out in short puffs. James swears he can hear her heart beating furiously against his ribcage, racing his own.

Her stalker, the man who has sent her lewd missives for the past two months, the man who has threatened to hurt her and kill her and do all sorts of indecent things to her was lying unconscious on Dominique’s living room floor.

James had wanted to spit an Unforgivable Curse when his wand was finally pointed at the bastard. After almost a week of investigation. After interrogating Dominique’s friends and teammates. After getting himself almost killed as he uncovered the plan that would have brought Dominique to her death and the man to take her place in the team.

James didn’t curse him, though. Dominique’s hand squeezed his upper arm, probably sensing that he might kill the man and end up in Azkaban. He instead Stupefied him. His tall, stocky body flew for a few feet and finally crashed against the wall, causing pictures of happy times at Shell Cottage to come crashing like hail onto Dominique’s floor.

Now, James takes in a sharp breath as he pockets his wand and turns towards her. “Sorry,” he says in the calmest tone of voice he can muster. “I didn’t mean to—”

She stops him with a kiss. She stands on tiptoes and presses all of herself against him, effectively shutting him up and cutting off his breath and any coherent thought he might have had at that moment. Her lips are soft. She’s shivering. Her heart is beating so furiously he can feel it move against his chest.

When she tilts her head back, her eyes are huge and so blue that James feels dizzy for a moment as he stares into them.

“You saved me.” Her tone is wondrous and slightly breathy, and there’s a tinge of surprise that is not flattering at all.

“Well, I am the Auror assigned to—”

She shuts him up again. Always with the same, very effective, method. How can lips be that soft? How can she fit so perfectly against his body? How can her eyes be that blue?

Wait. What is wrong with him? He should be calling Teddy and telling him to send someone to collect the man. Maybe he should call Uncle Bill, too. He’s going to go batshit crazy when James tells him what that man had tried to do to his daughter.

James slides his hands on the small of her back and tries to deepen the kiss, but she brings it to an abrupt end once more, stepping back from him and turning to look at the unconscious man. “Shall we call your dad?” she asks, unsurely. “Or Teddy? Or someone?”

James blinks. He opens his mouth to reply and hopes that she’ll shut him up once more. “I think we should call Teddy and my dad,” he replies. She doesn’t interrupt him and he feels rather disappointed.

Dominique nods, then she plops down on the sofa and waits.

***

Teddy, Uncle Bill, Aunt Fleur, and James’ father are all there. They rope up the stalker, make sure that he is alive and still unconscious, and start showering Dominique and James with questions. Some concerning the case, most of them concerning Dominique’s wellbeing. Aunt Fleur is the most upset of the lot, she can barely put two words together in English, but she’s like an overflowing river in French.

Dominique looks particularly meek in her presence. A stark contrast to all her cockiness of the past few days – a hindrance to the investigation, that’s how James has called her more than once that week. Right now, James almost would prefer her to be her usual snarky self, rather than this scared little girl who looks so lost.

“Thank you, James,” whispers Uncle Bill, hugging him tightly. “Thank you for saving my little girl.”

“That’s okay, Uncle Bill,” is all James can muster as he is squished by the muscled and tall body of his uncle.

Teddy is rather worried about Dominique as well, he tries to reassure himself and his in-laws that everything is fine with her, but he’s probably already thinking about the chat that he’s going to have with Victoire. James knows that she is going to go batty about her sister being the victim of a crazy stalker.

Whenever James thinks about it, he goes batty as well.

« Non ! Non, maman. Tu es gentille, mais je n’en veux pas ! »

James turns to look at Dominique, her tone is clipped, and she is shaking her head forcefully, as if Aunt Fleur had just said something that she doesn’t agree with.

“Alright,” says Uncle Bill. “Then we’ll stay here.”

“No!” repeats Dominique. “Dad, it’s fine. James will stay.” She looks at him, her blue eyes are the biggest thing on her face. If he didn’t know better – if he didn’t know her – James would almost say that she’s begging him.

“But James probably wants to go back to his—”

“I can stay. It’s no problem at all. I can stay.” He can stay forever if she wants him to.

Uncle Bill sighs. “Are you sure?” he asks James. “Her mother and I can stay with her tonight, seriously.”

“I’m happy to,” James reassures him. He can’t even start to tell them how happy he is that she wants him.

They all stay much longer than James deems necessary. But after the longest hour of his life, his father and Teddy go back to the MLE to ship the man to Azkaban. Then Aunt Fleur and Uncle Bill kiss and hug them as if both James and Dominique are about to die, and finally, they leave, too.

The moment they are gone, he turns towards Dominique and smiles. He doesn’t want to look cocky at that very moment, but the fact that she had asked him and only him to stay makes him feel like he had won some sort of trophy.

She looks back at him with a stare as hard as a rock. Then she moves, and she is as graceful and fast and silent as a cat.

She comes to stand in front of him. She is so petite in a bright yellow summery dress that is flowing around her legs. She is gorgeous with her big, blue eyes and the short fringe over her smooth forehead.

James swallows and tries to talk without stutter. “So, shall I sleep on the sofa or…”

She doesn’t reply. She places a hand on his chest and pushes him back, until his legs bump into the couch and he falls back with a rather disappointed grunt.

Sofa it is then.

She looks at him from her standing position and finally takes a few steps towards him, until she nudges her way between his legs.

James can’t speak. He can’t move. He isn’t even sure that he’s breathing as she gets closer to him.

She doesn’t even smile, but her eyes are shining with a glint that James can’t define. He takes a hint when she gathers up her summer dress and kneels on the sofa. One leg at each side of him. She straddles his thighs and bites her bottom lip, her eyes boring into his.

He is definitely not breathing, now. She’s so close he can count the freckles on her nose, the shades of blue in her eyes, see all the hues of blonde and red in her hair.

“You saved my life,” she murmurs matter-of-factly.

He swallows. “Well, I am a badass Auror.” Maybe if his voice wasn’t that throaty, he would have almost sounded convincing.

“Shush.” It’s just a whisper before she ducks her head and brings her lips a breath away from his. “Just shut up.” Then she kisses him. Her hands sneak on the front of his Auror uniform, grasping the material as she presses herself against him.

He can feel her knees moving slightly, her weight shifting higher on his legs as she gets closer and more comfortable. He can feel her pressing against him. Against his cock, which twitches uncontrollably between them.

He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He wants to touch her everywhere, he wants to caress her back, feel the smoothness of her skin underneath his fingers, find the buttons that hold that dress together and undo them one by one.

He can’t do anything, though. His body doesn’t seem able to respond to him.

The kiss is languid and passionate. It is breath-taking, and James feels like he could happily die of lack of oxygen and he wouldn’t care one bit about it. He tries to reason if it’s a Veela thing, or if it’s because his stomach has always made a little flip every time Dominique had showed some sort of interest in him, no matter how small they were. But reasoning in a moment like that is not something that seems like it’s going to happen.

Everything is just feeling and sensation. Everything is Dominique and Dominique is everything at that very moment. He feels dizzy at the thought of it. It feels like something he had wanted for all his life without even noticing.

When she tilts her head back, he tries to follow her with his lips, but she lowers her face until her nose pokes him into the crook of his neck and she starts kissing the sensitive skin there. He is not even worried that she can feel his heart drumming away like a teenager at his first experience.

“I’m happy I saved you,” he starts blabbering, breathing heavily. “I mean I would be happy to have… have saved you even if you weren’t… weren’t doing this, but I’m happy I saved you right now because… oh, Merlin… because I think I kind of really… really do feel something that is not… I mean something… I mean, this feels really good…”

Dominique raises her head to look at him. “James, stop talking,” she whispers fondly.

He smiles idiotically back at her, but when she slides one leg between his and then the other and drops gracefully on the floor, he can’t stop himself. “You don’t have to… have to do… this,” he stammers. “It’s all fine and good… and really you… You don’t…”

She looks at him, a lopsided grin on her lips. “I know I don’t have to,” she whispers. “I want to.” She stretches her hands until her long, white fingers are fiddling with the buttons of his trousers. He is so hard already and as she intentionally bumps her wrists into his cock, he gets even harder.

She slips one button out of its hole and James’ glazed over eyes can’t help staring at her fingers. They are so white and small and delicate compared to the coarseness of his Auror uniform. They are also moving so maddeningly slow, but with a purpose, as if she knows exactly what to do and how to do it. As if she is an enchantress and he is her more than willing victim.

She slips the second one out and James takes a jerky breath. He can feel his cheeks becoming hotter as she glances up at him and quirks a corner of her lips.

“Are you okay?” she asks, and it’s difficult not to hear the amusement in her voice.

“Great.” And it would probably ring truer if his voice wasn’t that high.

“Relax,” she whispers. “It’s gonna be fine.”

He wants to reply that it’s going to be more than fine, but that’s not what she’s saying anyway. She knows that he has never had any girl give him head. He doesn’t know how she knows, but it’s clear from her tone that she does think that. And she’s right.

Au contraire, she looks completely at ease kneeling there between his legs. Which is not something that he would want to share with her. It sounds rather judgemental even in his head, but that’s not what he means at all. He is in awe of her experience. And he is petrified with fear of doing a lousy job even when he doesn’t have to do much at all. And he feels jealous as he thinks that she must have this before and wants to know who she had done it with.

She reaches the last one of the buttons and her eyes lock onto his as she pulls his uniform further open. Then she stretches further up and hooks her fingers into his pants.

His legs tense. His abs are rock hard and almost hurting him for the tension, and it’s such a good hurt. He can feel his arse leaving the softness of the sofa, but all she has to do is to tug gently at his pants, bring them down, past his pelvis, until his cock pops out of them, rock hard and ready. So, so, so ready. Embarrassingly ready.

James is breathing stupidly quickly, now. He has never felt like this before. He had had his fair share of girls back at school. But he has never felt like this before. He doesn’t know if it’s because it’s Dominique who is between his legs, or if it’s because she’s about to do something that no one else has ever done for him, but he is feeling so overwhelmed that the fear of coming before she had even taken him into her mouth mounts inside of him.

She lowers her eyes on his cock. And he thinks that, when her tongue darts out to lick her red lips like that, she looks very appreciative of it. He suddenly really hopes that she likes it. He doesn’t know what she should like about it, but he hopes that something in the shape or the girth or—

“Bloody hell,” he gasps when she brushes her fingers over the base.

She can’t help giggling and he hopes she finds him endearing rather than pathetic. He hopes she’s doing that because she wants to. Because she wants him. And not because she pities him. Because he had never done that before and she thinks it’s a reward for having saved her life.

“Relax,” she says soothingly.

He finally finds himself sinking back into the sofa. She moves forward and leans her elbows on his legs as she lowers her head. She sticks out her tongue and slowly – oh, still so maddening slowly – she reaches for the tiny slit on top of his cock.

James has to close his hands around something, squeeze something under his fingers. He finds the edge of the sofa and squishes the thick cushions between his digits, until he can feel his nails dig holes into them.

His toes are curling inside his shoes and he is somewhat glad that Dominique can’t see them. He doesn’t know why, though.

She must know the power she has on him, and he is sure that it has nothing to do with her Veela heritage.

He is barely breathing as she closes a hand around the base and opens her pretty mouth in a tiny “oh” that makes her look slightly surprised. He wants to think that she’s surprised at how big he is, but then she closes her mouth around him and all coherent thoughts leave him again.

Her lips are soft. He already knew they were, but now they feel like velvet around him. She tilts her head forward and goes down on him, taking as much as she can in that pretty mouth of hers. When she can’t go further, she lets out a strangled little cough and goes back up. Her hand follows and she gathers the spit under her palm, bringing it down again, until all of his cock is coated in it.

She doesn’t give him time to recover from her first assault before she descends on him again. Her mouth and her hand work together to cover every inch of his cock and James’ stomach tighten in painful excitement underneath her touch.

He has touched himself vastly, he had even imagined a pretty girl doing that to him, but it has never felt this brilliant. His heart is beating at double its normal speed, his eyes are threatening to roll at the back of his head, even when all he wants is to keep them on Dominique, try to impress that moment forever in his mind. His head is feeling light and he can’t seem able to feel anything at all in his extremities, except for a tingly feeling that is spreading fast through him.

“Fuck.”

He is not sure he said that out loud. Probably it was closer to a pathetic groan rather than a proper word that’s not very proper at all, actually, but Dominique is sucking him off, now, her cheeks hollowing as she goes up and down and he can feel it all over his cock. It’s something he has never felt before and he can hardly describe it. She looks up at him as she sucks particularly hard on him and he opens his mouth, but this time nothing comes out.

She lets him go with a loud pop, a deliberately lewd sound that would make him harder if that wasn’t impossible. She sticks out her tongue again and then she is licking him from the top to the base, slowly, God, why does she has to go that slow? She manages to lick and kiss and graze her teeth gently over every inch of his cock. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Slowly. Thoroughly. He can feel her against every nerve ending and in every ridge and vein she bumps into.

He blinks a few times because his sight is getting blurred and he wants to keep looking at her. To keep her in focus as she opens her mouth again and goes down on him once more. He tries so hard to keep his eyes on her, but now one of her hands are cradling his balls, the other one is still going up and down and she’s gone back to sucking him off as if she had no other purpose in her life.

And James can feel himself starting to inexorably tip over the edge.

It starts at the pit of his stomach. Every muscle in his body tenses up. Every nerve is stretched like a violin chord. He pushes himself forward, until he is sheathed almost completely into her mouth. He wants to give her a heads up that he’s coming, that he is about to come in her mouth, but she must have picked that up somehow, because she sucks with even more determination, and she is pushing back at him as he pushes towards her.

He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is a groan and a string of “fuckfuckfuck”. His eyelids finally droop over his unfocused eyes and then he is coming. And she’s swallowing. And James’ whole world narrows once more around feelings and sensations and everything but Dominique vanishes from around him.

She keeps swallowing and sucking and licking him like she would never tire of that. And James can feel his orgasm stretch for some blissful moments, until there’s nothing left of him and he sags back into the sofa again. Every muscle aches, his heart is hammering, his blood is pulsing in every vein.

He takes a breath and opens his eyes just in time to see Dominique standing from the floor and wiping the spit from her chin. She kneels on the sofa and then lowers her head and kisses him as she slips one leg over his to straddle his lap.

Her tongue slips into his mouth and he can taste himself on her. It’s fucking weird and fucking amazing and he wants to feel that over and over again.

She cups his face and rounds her back to deepen the kiss. She presses herself against his spent cock, and he can feel it and it’s breath-taking again. He wants to repay the favour with all his might now. He wants to push her against the sofa and show her that he can do that, too. He wants her to lose control like he had just done.

She sucks on his bottom lip and he traces his fingers on the smooth skin of his legs. When she lets his mouth go and tilts her head back, she’s smiling as dazedly as if she was the one who had just come, and not him.

She opens her mouth to say something, but he beats her to it.

“Why did you do it?” he asks in a raspy murmur.

She furrows her brow and her eyes suddenly cloud with uncertainty. “You didn’t like it?” she asks softly.

God. He is an utter prick.

“Like it doesn’t even cover it, Dom,” he hurries to assure her.

She seems to relax at that. “Then why do you think I did it?” she asks softly.

“Because I saved you,” he whispers. He so hopes that’s not the correct answer.

She grabs one of his hands and brings it to her mouth, making his finger linger softly on her lips.

“Read my lips,” she says. “Because I like you.” She smiles softly. “Love you even.”

His head is swimming as he tries to make sense of that. Then the stupidest thought pops into his head. “You tried to drown me,” he says dumbly, “when I was seven.”

She smiles and lets out a soft giggle. “I know. Stop beating yourself over it.”

That feels rather inconsequential. “What?”

“I couldn’t have made it clearer if I tried.”

He opens his mouth and tries to say something, but what she has said doesn’t make sense to him at all. “What?” he repeats.

She’s really laughing now. A joyous, shrill sound. “That’s what children do when they first fall in love,” she says. “They push their crushes, they pull their braids, they try to drown them…”

“I had to go to St Mungo’s for a week.”

“I was really in love.”

“I could have died.”

She leans forward, amused rather than repentant, and kisses him. “I was really, really in love,” she whispers.

He kisses her back. That’s good enough for him.

She was worth a week in St Mungo’s. Or nearly dying.

When she tilts her head back again, he looks at her and smiles dumbly. “You had a crush on me? You were really, really in love with me?”

She grounds down on his cock and he sucks in a breath as his hand kneads her ankle spasmodically.

“Don’t push it, James,” she warns him playfully. “Or that’s gonna be the last time I’ll ever give you head.”

He grins at her. He doesn’t believe her. “How about it’s my turn to rock your world, now?” he asks.

She cocks an eyebrow and straightens her back. “I’d love to see you try.”

He wants to reply something equally cheeky but, before he can, she shuts him up again.

And he lets her. Because that’s definitely a very effective method to make him stop talking, and he’s not a complete idiot, after all.

FIN