A few intimate moments from the lives of James and Lily. Short, and bound to be slightly badly written. Review?
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Intimate Moments
Passion is very thrilling, but it is the quiet acts of intimacy that move to me tears. Gestures are for public view. Intimacy flourishes in the protection of privacy. It is the tender plant that seeds when all the need for preening and pretence is over.
- Lesley Garner
She's sat there silently. Feet curled up on the couch, blanket draped lightly around her, hair tucked behind her ears as she stares at her book intensely. A half drunk cup of tea is left forgotten on the coffee table that's placed before her. Books are scattered across it. There is something incredibly endearing about the sight of Lily Evans reading a book.
He moves noiselessly, not wanting to disrupt her reading, not wanting her to suddenly break this comfortable silence that has swept through the room. He sits down next to her and she looks up, surprised to see him. But she says nothing. She smiles momentarily, and turns back to her book.
He reaches for a book from the coffee table and settles down contentedly. Absentmindedly, Lily finds her self snuggling up against him, he puts an arm around her and she beckons him to share her blanket. Her head resting on his shoulder, she goes back to reading her book. James looks down at her tenderly and kisses her forehead, he opens the book and decides to find out what the hell this J.R.R Tolkein man is on about.
Intimacy is just lying together and reading.
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