set my world on fire

In the following days, tension built to an almost unbearable amount — almost-kisses and heavier touches led James to believe that maybe his feelings were reciprocated. Rose would hold his hand whenever they were out and would nearly be on his lap when they were reading together in the library. There were quite a few times where he had to excuse himself and head up to his room for a wank.

Little did he know, Rose was also doing the same.

This time was no different. She thought about him a lot, especially since their first almost-kiss in the library. In the privacy of her room, she touched herself as she imagined all the filthy ways James would fuck her — his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Muffled moans of ‘James’ were quickly followed by her orgasm crashing over her. She composed herself, got cleaned up, and prepared for their movie night later in the evening. 

The light from the television was the only source illuminating the dark living room. A film whose title was unknown to James was playing, it being Rose’s turn to pick what to watch for movie night. Jack and Donna had gone out for a bit to enjoy the London nightlife, leaving the house empty except for the two of them. James didn’t mind, especially with them curled up on the couch next to each other, and although the shared blanket seemed to be giving him warmth, he was positive it was partially because a certain blonde was sitting next to him, focused on the progression of the movie.

They had taken to cuddling more during movie nights. He knew that he had fallen for her hard and truly savoured the moments of intimacy with Rose. Surely, she didn’t feel the same, though. This was just something that they did as mates.

Mentally cataloguing everything he could sense as she laid with him came naturally. Her fingers laced in his felt like the perfect fit. The scent of her shampoo was like strawberries and jasmine and Rose. The heat of her body pressed so close to his. He also noticed how aroused he was getting just by their proximity and silently hoped that the case was the same for her.

As the film continued, James quickly realised that it was turning into sex. Really hot, passionate sex — bringing out memories of the one night stand they had. Now all he could think about was her coming undone beneath him. He swallowed thickly and felt his jaw clench. His discomfort wasn't so much due to a scene like that in the movie, but because Rose was sitting there within touching distance and he couldn’t think of anything but how badly he wished that the man and woman on the screen were them.

“I wish I’d had something like that,” Rose muttered, breaking James out of his inappropriate and devilish thoughts. Golden honey eyes stayed transfixed to the screen as the scene became more sexual and intimate, soft touches and quiet declarations of love painted the picture of the relationship between the characters. 

“What do you mean?” James questioned, his eyebrows furrowing. He knew she had been with a boyfriend in the past, but not much about the details aside from his name. Jimmy. Even thinking about him made him feel nauseous.

She sighed, pulling her head away from James’ shoulder. “Just, y’know…” Trailing off, Rose tried again upon seeing the confusion and concern on his face. “Having a guy who actually cares. Who wants to have sex because he wants me, not just to get off.” The words came out bitter on her tongue, however none were directed at James. It seemed like he knew it, too.

Head cocked in curiosity, he continued pressing. “What would you have done if you’d had a man who wasn’t just some sleazy bastard with a guitar?” The question was entirely innocent in his eyes, simply probing for more information on this mysterious ex-boyfriend of hers. 

Not for any particular reason, obviously.

Rose’s face was suddenly coloured red with blush, the question catching her off guard. “Well, uh,” she swallowed nervously, “it would probably start with me straddling his lap.” Her words grew stronger as she felt braver, watching as James took a deep inhale and his jaw twitched. Maybe he was into it? He didn’t seem too opposed by at least the first part of her answer. “I’d grind down to feel him getting hard; feel his hands gripping my hips. Brush my lips against his just enough to tease before he pulls me into a proper snog.” 

James could feel his jim-jams starting to get embarrassingly tight, suddenly thankful for the blanket strewn across their laps. Movie long forgotten, he sat stunned at the words flowing from her mouth. She’s telling him these gorgeous things, all unprompted. This… This fantasy of hers, and he was picturing himself as the man she would be on top of in this theoretical scenario.

“Feel him flip me onto my back, grinding against me. Take each other’s clothes off and just…” She trailed off, looking at the dazed look on his face. Did she just go too far? “James? You okay…?” 

He shook himself out of his reverie. “Yeah, just thinking, erm—” He took a deep breath. “I just don’t know if it was descriptive enough.” 

It came out before he could even think. This was a dangerous game; a fine line he was treading. Would she even want him like that still? Did she think about him as much as he thought about her?

The smile on her face before biting her lower lip at his words said all he needed to know.

Rose moved the blanket off them, her eyes never leaving his. She simply couldn’t tear them away from the searing gaze he gave her as she moved. Adjusting, she moved to straddle his lap, her arms going around his neck and her face close to his. 

“Is this alright?” she asked tentatively. He nodded, automatically placing his hands lightly on her knees. He shuddered at the feeling of her bare skin, her sleep shorts ending at her upper thighs. In another brazen move, she took James’ hands in hers and set them on her waist. Giving just the smallest amount of pressure to indicate that he can touch. That he should touch.

The low groan that came out of his mouth when Rose ground down on his growing erection rumbled through his chest, making its way out of his throat. Gripping her hips tightly, he could barely contain himself, fighting off the urge to thrust up into her. Desperately trying to think of all the reasons this was a bad idea, he couldn’t fight off his desire-filled brain as the sexiest moan slipped out of her lips as she felt him hard against her core, making his blood feel like fire.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as she lowered his forehead to his. James felt her as she leaned in, brushing her lips against his in the lightest of touches. Their foreheads met, both of them quivering in anticipation. His hands drifted to her midriff, her sleep shirt having ridden up, revealing her gorgeous, soft skin that was just calling out for James to touch. Light fingertips grazed her sides as she panted lightly, her breath against his lips stoking the arousal pooling in his stomach and below his waist. “I guess this is the part where I kiss you?” The words came out quieter than he had meant them to. Thankfully, Rose heard and let out some hushed words of her own.

“Please, James—” That was all it took to shatter his resolve.

The fingers on his left hand moved down to dig into her arse while his right hand reached up to tangle his hands in her hair, hauling her mouth against his. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue slipping in while she had the chance. They kissed hard, but it wasn’t just some rough fuck. This was fueled by underlying emotions. By lust and adoration and absolute attraction to mind and body. He could barely think, but his movements were automatic when he remembered what came next.

‘Feel him flip me onto my back, grinding against me.’

Rose let out the most obscene moan as he flipped her with surprising grace and pressed his body against hers. He was big and hot and oh-so hard. She felt herself drenching her knickers at the thought of his cock inside her. The feeling of his fingers trailing down to the waistband of her shorts. “Rose,” he panted. “Can I?”

Feeling her nod frantically, James slipped his hand under the fabric, even going under her knickers. “Ooh,” he groaned, slicking himself up between her lips. “You’re absolutely soaked for me.” His fingers teased her entrance as she moaned, bucking her hips up for some type of friction.

She was able to choke out one word. “Inside.”

He grinned, slowly sliding one of his fingers inside, immediately starting to move gently. “Oh, I've been waiting for this.” His voice was low, sending a jolt of need through her and causing her to throb around the digits currently thrusting inside her. He sped up, adding a second finger and causing her to moan his name like a prayer. “I thought about doing this when I brought you home the first time. Imagining how you would feel, how you would react.” His fingers sped up, starting a nearly punishing rhythm as he curled them upwards into the spongy wall of her cunt.

The familiar tension in her gut came on quickly. “Shit, James, I’m-” She gripped onto the cushion of the couch, arching her back as she came hard. “God, James.” Stars flashed behind her eyes as he drew her orgasm out — paying careful attention to her pleasure. When she finally opened her eyes, he was studying her. Without another word, he pulled his fingers out of her and slipped them into his mouth.

“God, you taste amazing,” he groaned. Sucking his fingers clean, he moved to cover her body with his. “What I would do to taste you properly.” His hands drifted under her shirt and nails scratched against her side. Fingers tangling in his hair, Rose’s mind went blank as he began to bite at her neck.

“Fuck, James—” she whined. “Wait, we — fuck — should move. They’ll be back soon.”

James begrudgingly lifted his head, eyes meeting hers. His pupils were blown with lust and adrenaline. He knew, however, that she was right. He didn’t necessarily want to get caught shagging Rose on the living room couch. Besides, he wanted to really enjoy this. 

“Right,” he said quickly, clearing his throat, “Let’s take this upstairs?” It wasn’t meant to come out as a question. He eased himself off of her and held out his hand in invitation.

The flush on his face and bulge in his thin pyjama bottoms made Rose swoon. He was even more gorgeous than she drunkenly remembered. She took his hand, allowing him to help her up and lead her to the stairs. She couldn’t care less whose room they stumbled into, she just needed him now.

He kicked open the door to his room, which was closer to the staircase. Cloaked in darkness, Rose tried to take a peek inside while it had the sliver of light from the hall. An intricate dark wooden bed frame was the most notable object in the room, adored with dark red sheets, four matching pillows, and a black comforter. A dresser was against the wall, part of the set that went with the bed frame. There was a plain desk and shelves, lined with various knicknacks from his travels. His personal bookshelf was absolutely filled with books, but the room was too dark to see the titles of them. Various pieces of art hung on the walls, making everything seem more personalised. The room was full and cosy and so very James.

Pushing her into the dark room, James slammed the door closed behind them. Before he could move further through the dark, his back hit the door with a thud as Rose pushed him back against it, desperately crashing her lips to his. Her fingers trailed down his body and down to his cock straining against the fabric of his pyjamas, giving him a squeeze. She could feel every inch of him, the light fabric leaving nothing to the imagination.

She felt a rush of wetness between her legs when she heard the grunt he let out when her hand rubbed his cock. He teased her plenty earlier, now it was her turn.

“All this for me?” she whispered into his ear, gripping his cock through his bottoms. “I take it you’ve been thinking about me?” She grinned into his neck as he nodded, hips bucking into her hand as she rubbed him. Her thumb swiped across the head, feeling him leaking slightly and causing a wet spot to form in front of his pyjamas. He could feel her teeth and tongue on his collarbone, slowly making their way up his neck. He couldn’t help the guttural moan that escaped his lips when Rose deftly worked him through the fabric. She bit down lightly on his earlobe, her hot breath against his cheek. “Good, because I’ve been thinking about you.” 

Oh, that did it.

A growl ripped from his throat as he grabbed the back of her thighs, urging Rose to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. She did just that, burying her hands into his hair and nipping at that bottom lip she’s always stared at while he walked them over to his bed. Nearly stumbling on a pair of his trainers that had been carelessly discarded on the floor, they giggled against each other’s lips lightly before sharing another deep kiss. The front of his knees finally hit the mattress, depositing her onto the soft sheets. “God, I’ve wanted you again ever since I saw you walk down the stairs when I moved in.”

“I’ve wanted you again ever since you caught me on those stairs,” Rose gasped. Hands roamed as they worked on divesting each other of their clothes. James’ t-shirt was the first to come off while Rose pulled at the waistband of his jim-jams. 

“Please, James,” she groaned as he pulled her hands off of him, reaching for the hem of her sleep shirt. “Need them off— Please.” She was making sure he knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn’t about to give in that easily.

Once he had pulled the shirt off her frame and discarded it to the floor, he made quick work of kissing down to her breasts, feeling her nipples pebble as he rolled them between his fingertips. 

“What, Rose?” he asked, his voice low and sultry. “‘Please’ what?” The words sent a shiver down her spine, her fingers threading through his soft, thick hair. James hadn’t been this sexy and wanton during their drunken shag. It drove her crazy, seeing his eyes burning with pure desire, even in the darkness of his bedroom. She could feel them staring into her soul and breaking down any restraint she tried to form.

“Please fuck me. God, please just fuck me.” It was breathy and full of need. She couldn’t wait anymore. She felt as if she was about to combust.

James sat up as Rose lifted her hips, helping him pull her sleep shorts and knickers down her legs in one go. Her fingers slipped under his waistband and met skin. That’s when she realised that he wasn’t wearing any pants. He was bare against her hand, throbbing as Rose traced his length with just a finger. Barely a ghosting touch, but exhilarating nonetheless.

He couldn’t handle it. Quickly pulling down his pyjama pants, he crawled up the bed, following after Rose as her head hit his pillows. James used the opportunity to truly look at the goddess in his bed. Her golden hair fanned out on the red pillow like pure sunlight, framing her face in this golden aura. Her plump lips were bruised from the desperate snog in the living room, and her eyes were so dark that they nearly reflected the night sky as she laid bare before him. 

“Blimey, you’re so beautiful.” The words came out before he could stop them, and she just melted into the mattress even more. “I can’t believe I get to see you like this. Naked in my bed.” No sweet words were exchanged during their drunken shag. In fact, not many words were exchanged at all. Yet here he was, looking at her like she placed the stars in the sky herself.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” The tone was teasing and light, but there was no mistaking the aroused undertones of it as Rose’s eyes roamed over his body. The planes of his stomach, his v-line leading down to slim hip bones, the smattering of hair on his chest. He was fit but still muscled. Not heavily toned but still strong enough to carry her body weight however he wanted to. Her thoughts were interrupted by James pressing his body against hers, the underside of his cock sliding through her slick folds, eliciting a loud moan from both of them.

He gritted his teeth, willing himself to stay still. “Shit, Rose, I need…” he panted, frantically looking at his bedside table. “I don’t have any condoms.” James mentally cursed himself for not being prepared, even if it meant popping by the store for a simple box of condoms in case he needed them. 

“Don’t need ‘em,” Rose breathed, hips arching up to feel him bare against her. “‘M on the pill.” Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around him, stroking and tightening her grip ever so slightly as she twisted her hand on the upstroke. Feeling her rubbing the head of his cock through her wetness while biting her lip, he let out a long moan as her eyes met his. “Please, James. I need you in me.”

He didn’t have to think twice. Carefully adjusting himself, he slowly slid into her. Her sharp inhale slowed him, giving her time to adjust while placing kisses along her neck, shoulder, collarbone, and really anywhere he could reach. Finally being able to move, James sheathed himself within her. He gasped as he was enveloped in her warmth. She was so hot and tight and wet, and he was so thankful that he was sober and could ingrain this feeling into his brain. Rose’s nails bit into his back and shoulders, certainly leaving marks that will last days; a reminder of this precious moment. Of how he pleasured her so well.

The intimacy of it all was such a stark contrast from their drunken shag. The intentional but caring touches; passionate kisses without the rough clashing of teeth.

After another moment of adjusting and leisurely, gentle thrusts, her hips bucked up into his, indicating that she was ready for more. That she needed more. James’ lips met hers in another desperate, bruising kiss as he began to slowly pull out, groaning into her mouth. Her forehead pressed against his as he thrusted in sharply, punctuating it with a roll of his hips and a shared gasp from both of them. One of her legs wrapped around his hip, the other around his calf, as Rose encouraged him to move, crying out ‘harder’ and ‘more’ and ‘faster’, mingled in with lots of ‘oh, fuck’ and ‘oh, god, James’. The words just drove him further into absolute lust-filled delirium as he did just as she asked. His teeth found his way to her shoulder, sucking a dark purple bruise into her skin. Leaving a reminder of tonight on her for her to see later.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room, accompanied by gasps and grunts. He wrapped his left arm under her waist, using his right elbow against the mattress to keep him up, and changed the angle of her hips. Rose cried out as his cock went deeper with each roll of his hips, trying to mimic it to see her fall apart underneath him. The absolute pleasure coursing through her left her with no coherent thoughts except James. The smell of his sweat as his bare chest pressed against hers. The feel of his arms around her, hauling her against him as he fucked her hard and fast. The delicious sounds he made against her neck as his thrusts began to become more consistent and intentional, finding her g-spot and hitting it with each meeting of their hips.

James could feel the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching, his stomach coiling tighter and tighter. Thankfully, it seemed like Rose was approaching the precipice of it with him. 

“Oh, god, Rose,” he groaned into her neck. “Are you close?” He peppered her neck with kisses as he felt her shudder, legs tightening around him as she got closer and closer.

“God yes, James. Fuck. I’m so close. Please, I want you to come inside me.” She pulled his lips back down to theirs, crying out against his mouth. Her fingers were pulling on his hair, desperately trying to convey how badly she wanted him.

He fed into the encouragement blindly as his hips stuttered, staving off the inevitable to bring Rose to completion first. “That’s it, Rose,” he murmured, his voice gravelly and incredibly breathy. “I can feel you getting close. I want you to come for me. Need you to come for me. Shit, you feel so good.” He was rambling at that point, practically begging for her to join him.

“So close. Gonna come—” Rose choked out, one hand trailing down to rub against her clit, inadvertently brushing against the base of his cock, eliciting a groan from the man above her. Her thighs quivered as the string pulled more and more taut inside her.

“Come for me, love. That’s it. Fuck, you’re absolutely beautiful.”

That did it. Her orgasm came crashing down on her. Rose threw her head back, letting out the filthiest moan James had ever heard as her walls tightened around him, triggering his own release. He grunted through it, emptying himself into her as she came down from her high, her legs keeping his hips tight against hers. His head was spinning and sparks flashed behind his eyelids as he tried to regain his awareness. 

As he came back to reality, soft hands rubbed his back as he held himself up on shaky arms, panting harshly. Carefully, he rolled over, wincing as his already-softening cock slipped out of her. Blindly reaching over onto his bedside table, a box of tissues were quickly brought over. James took the liberty of cleaning Rose up tenderly, smiling and softly meeting her eyes softly. An unspoken agreement between them that this wasn’t just sex but something else entirely.

He tossed the tissues into the trash can, reaching down to pull the sheets up over them. He grinned as Rose crawled into his embrace, laying against his side and sighing in contentment as his heart beat against her ear. A leg draped over his own and the room settled, silent confessions hanging heavily in the air. This wasn’t just a naked cuddle after just sex. James wouldn’t want anything but this post-coital bliss at this moment.

“That was… wow,” Rose murmured against his chest, fingers drawing patterns in the light bit of hair on his chest.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” James smiled and closed his eyes, turning his head pressing a kiss to her hair. In a domestic way. Shit. He realised what he had done, frantically looking down at the blonde goddess in his arms. Her hands cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones. Copper eyes met his, flickering down to his lips. “Rose, I’m sorry if—”

“Do that again,” she said in a breathy whisper, cutting him off from starting his anxious rambling.

His lips met hers passionately, Rose leaning closer onto him, almost in his lap. James’ hands automatically wrapped around her, both of them tangled in the red sheets of his bed. Shared moans and gasps fueled his desire, hardening under the blanket as Rose’s hand began to wander down towards his cock. Right as they began to get lost in the exploration of each other’s mouths, the door swung open.

“Oi, we’re back. Did you finish up with—” It was like a record scratch — everyone froze. Donna’s eyes went wide at James and Rose in bed together. “Bloody hell, James! Lock your door!” the ginger exclaimed, covering her eyes and quickly backing out of the room. 

Mortified, Rose pulled the sheets up against her fully as he made sure the situation in his lap wasn’t visible to his sister, who really should have known better than to just barge into his room unannounced. Well, maybe not, but still. It didn’t make the entire thing not feel like an eternity where his stomach was clawing out of his throat in embarrassment.

James frantically tried to untangle himself from the sheets, feet meeting the floor as he attempted to pull his pyjama pants back on. His foot caught on the pant leg, sending him tumbling onto the floor. 

“Donna! Wait!” James called after her as he tried to make his way to the door. His bottoms were still tangled around his ankles, a failed attempt at modesty. And the worst part?