Muggy
[A dribble drabble]
Disclaimer: I like to play with characters that aren't mine.
Lily once got caught in a spiral staircase out to the northwest side of Hogwarts in second year. There was a sporadic zigzag pattern of missing bricks between the layers, and through the holes she could glimpse the needles of rain falling down, down, down. Hogwarts is alive, she realized. It's a living, breathing organism, and the staircase she'd found was one that the castle was still groaning to flesh out. Overnight, the spaces would slowly be filled until the entire wall was complete and the tower impenetrable. Until then, the thick and heavy British humidity seeped in through the spaces and swirled around the stone steps, coating her face, her forearms, her ankles with moisture.
Muggy.
Like this kiss.
Her eyelids are closed heavily, and her lips open softly against his. She can taste James' breath in her mouth, moist with anticipation and earnest desire. They shift slightly, synchronized in their movements, and Lily feels as if they are kissing in syrup. Everything is coated in a haze of heat, and she can't tell if it's coming from his body or hers. Her entire being is literally wrapped around his wiry frame, and through the fog of sensations, Lily thinks,
This kiss is so muggy.
Then, what a strange way to describe their first kiss, she thinks, as he pulls away slowly. Her eyes open unwillingly to find that his are still half-shut. James is regarding her with something like amazement.
"Whoa."
A/N: Just a little something I thought of in the staircase. I know I've been dead, but I couldn't help this. Hooray for drabbles and incomplete stories!
-m