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Summary: LJ One-Shot. James Potter has Lily Evans thinking twice. Yeah it's short, but its pretty choppy, and unpredictable, and full of emotion.
Lily Was.
Lily was tired.
She couldn't tell why Dumbledore had chosen her out of all the witches in her year - especially a year that boasted Cherry Singer and Jane Bruce - anymore than she could tell which side of the bed Potter rolled out of the morning. She was already loaded with preparations for her N.E., juggling her class work (which served as only a starting point in studying for the wretched exams), and now she had to sprout another arm - and possibly engineer a twin - in order to complete all the grievances and surveys dished out by the haughty Prefects.
Lily was annoyed.
"James, shut up," the redhead hissed from behind her curtain of hair. She could not stand his voice for today. His voice was too much like the stubborn sun that you could plainly see through your eyelids when all you wanted to do was see darkness and continue sleeping.
Lily was bemused.
She didn't want to think about how she and James ended up how they were now, because like a good dream, you begin to lose the bigger picture once you try to figure out how it started.
Lily was comfortable.
She considered the firm weight of James' head on her lap; her upper thighs were beginning to smart, but she leaned back and lightly caressed his thick raven hair, a spell without an incantation that relieved the tenderness in her legs.
Lily was flattered.
She glanced down at him, and his eyes were closed, his body completely at ease and yielding, like a baby naturally entrusting himself to his mother.
Lily was unsatisfied.
She touched James' lips with her own and lifted her head; she let his taste settle into his mouth again before she captured his mouth once more. His hand shot up to grab the nape of her neck, and Lily sank deeper into his mouth so that their breaths intermingled, and the kiss was almost sloppy, but it was how they always worked.