A/N: What am I even doing? Yes, I do have a multi-chap in progress and yes, I do have other fics to add to and many reviews to make, but what the heck, I figured you guys needed something fresh. Just started college, it is a NIGHTMARE, so yeah, expect slow reviews:( Thank you all for your reviews :) x
Her pale cheeks were tainted with a feminine, rosy blush. Her lips; numb, swollen, parted slightly in a contented daze. Strands of red hair stuck to her face, the rest of it cascading down her back in glorious waves. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief and excitement. Her breath was slightly erratic, as if she was recovering from a 100 meter sprint.
She looked up and directly into the eyes of her hearts infatuation; his dark messy hair, his rugged grin, his hazel eyes overflowing with an excitement that matched only her own.
She grinned cheekily and bit her lip, her body language speaking for her. He considered her for a moment, a look of seriousness etched upon his features and then, after a short pause, he burst into a joyous laugh, almost a giggle, and definitely not fit for a man of his status. Lily pondered his behaviour for only a moment before she burst out into more dainty and feminine giggles too.
The giggles continued for about forty seconds, and then whilst he struggles to regain his breath and she manages to control hers, she asks him curiously.
"Why are we laughing?" she looks at him, half serious, half jokingly as he finally rearranged his facial expression until it portrayed a look of genuine thought.
"I don't know," he told her, slow and considering, "maybe thinking of what the old Lily Evans would say if ever I had informed her of this amazing snog-sesh," he joked, throwing a wink at her.
Lily raised one thin eyebrow as he sat on the floor, beckoning her to rest herself on his lap.
So she did so, with the elegance of a bird learning to fly; almost tripping over her own feet. He smirked at her clumsiness as she rested her head on his chest, closed her eyes and inhaled his scent.
Yes. Old Lily Evans would have grimaced at the idea of her enduring any sort of sesh with James Potter. She would have spat at the person who dared utter the idea, she would have vomited or perhaps even fainted at the mere thought (or maybe that's an exaggeration but that's neither here nor there). The Old Lily Evans would never have wanted to kiss James Potter, she would never have rested her head on his chest like she did so now, she would never have allowed herself to succumb to his chasing.
But this Lily Evans did. Oh, how she tried to throw up a wall between them. But James Potter managed to obliterate it. He began with gentle nudges, then shoves until he completely rammed down the wall and knocked it out of its foundations completely.
Yes, this Lily Evans was a complete sucker for James Potter and his charm, his messy hair, his gorgeous grin and his chivalrous ways.
This Lily Evans preferred it that way anyway.
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