A/N: It's basically a two-shot, between James and Amalia-first is James, second is Amalia. R & R, please.
you see—he knows her,
the smell of her
fresh, s h a r p like lemons
[probably lotion or shampoo, he thinks]
the heady scent of her own skin
[if he tried, he could l o s e himself in her]
the gently-waving mass of her blackblack hair
the smooth brown of the skin on her cheek
the bright smile that seems just a little too big for her face
[light up for me, darling]
you see—he wants her
/he needs her/
it's not really like
he e x p e c t e d things to turn out this way
(falling in love with a thirteen year old)
but
one flash of those little bright eyes
and an ever so slight curve of her lips
(pale pink, no lipstick)
and he was h o o k e d
no, he couldn't ever let go now
&&it's too late, you know&&
she's his now
(mine)
and he knows
that maybe he should control himself
(don't s c a r e her off, not quite yet)
but he can't help it,
not when he sees her smiling at him, all bright and young and happy
because, really, t r u l y, honestly
that pretty little smile is his—she should smile only for him
(only)
/her f e v e r takes him over/
wrapping lithe, heated arms around him
clutching and squeezing at his soul
until he can't take it, can't wait to self-destruct
can't wait to let it go
because
don't you k n o w
when james kodaly plays, he plays for keeps
~FIN~