A/n: a short drabble i wrote for James and Rose. May or may not continue. Cousincest, obviously. Enjoy! Reviews are appreciated.
I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. This is wrong, it shouldn't be happening. It's forbidden. Someone could see us, we'd be screwed. I shouldn't. But I am.
I'm kissing James Potter. Sitting by the Black Lake, our bare feet in the water. I'm kissing James Potter, my cousin.
His lips are soft and gentle, fitting perfectly against mine. I wonder if he's thinking what I'm thinking. But he's not stopping either. Even though he knows we should.
We were just talking, letting our toes soak in the murky water. We talked about his Quiddich and my OWLs and his sister's boyfriend and my brother's girlfriend and how funny the first years were bumbling about the castle… and then it just happened. We kissed.
Our lips part, and we sit in silence for a few moments, our eyes on the ground.
"Sorry." He says. I look up at him. He's blushing, his eyes looking at our feet in the water. His glasses are perched on his nose, square, unlike his father's… my uncle's.
I reach out and take is hand in mine. He looks up at me, his beautiful brown eyes looking into mine.
Then we kiss again.