(A/N: This is my first stab at a fluffy romance. Since I'm not much of a
shipper, this is a Lily and James Potter fluff. It will probably be more
sweet than romantic, but that's what I'm going to categorize it under.
Bear with me for the first part; the flashbacks should be at least vaguely
interesting! Hope you enjoy! I'll only write more if people review and ask
for it!
-Clayr)
Until Death do us Part
The sky had just fallen black, as the pink and orange sun had settled behind the hills, making room in the sky for the full yellow moon, and the bright minuscule stars flecked the black velvet sky. Over a large brick house, with controlled ivy vines growing around the windows, the moon shone brightly in the sky, casting its silver light on the house.
Inside the house, on the third floor, a room was alight, certainly not by the Muggle means of electricity. The room in question was a nursery, where a man with haphazard black hair, watching his wife and baby through his circular glasses. His wife had long red hair, which fell past her shoulders, and was soft to the touch, as the man discovered by running his hands through the long folds of what felt like red silk. Her eyes were a stunning emerald green.
"He's beautiful, isn't he, James?" the red-haired woman said softly, looking down at the baby in her arms. Wrapped in the soft scarlet and gold blankets was a beautiful baby boy, who was son to reach the age of one year. He had tufts of dark hair like his father, but had inherited his mother's beautiful green eyes.
"He is, Lily," said James, wrapping his arms around Lily's shoulders, and looking down at their son. "He's got your eyes." The moment was sweet and silent. Nothing needed to be said between Lily and James to express their feelings for their son. The moment was perfect, with James wrapping his arms around his wife, and nestling his chin on her shoulder, as they held their baby close to them.
"Goodnight, Harry," whispered Lily softly, kissing Harry's small, unblemished forehead, leaning forward and placing him in his crib. James let his hands fall to his own side as he watched. Never in his life could he have thought it was possible to be this happy. He had the most beautiful wife and son; what could go wrong?
Lily gave the revolving stars at the top of the crib a light tap with her fingers, and the golden stars started to spin, as light music played a lullaby. She gave a sigh, and slowly revolved to face her husband. James smiled; not his usual mischievous grin, but a carefree smile that showed how he felt for Lily.
"I love you," he breathed, not being able to resist the temptation to reach out and pull Lily closer to him. Lily leaned closer, and draped her arms around his neck, letting her head rest on his chest. For a long moment, they stood like that, swaying to the soft music from the mobile on Harry's crib, and then Lily looked up.
"I love you too," she said softly, dropping her arms from James' shoulders. She slipped her hands into his, and raised herself on her toes to kiss her husband, who had closed his eyes, and held her hands tight.
The kiss was long, and by all means fueled with passion from the heart. The soft touch of lips touching sent their carpal senses running wild, freely through their veins, taking over their brains, and committing their minds totally to each other.
By the end of the kiss, their hearts had melted like ice cubes on a hot summer day, leaving them thirsty for more lemonade, so to speak. The soft light given off by the candles bounced off Lily's skin, and she could see her reflection in James' dark eyes; nothing else was being reflected.
"Not here," she whispered in James' ear, sending the hair on the back of his neck on their ends. Her voice was so soft and sensual! "Harry's asleep," she said, tugging on his shirt collar. Still keeping a hold on one of James' hands, she took the few quiet steps out of the nursery, quietly charming the door behind them shut.
Down two flights of steps and a wide hallway, Lily came to a halt, with James bumping close into her, impatience getting the best of him, pulling her close to him, and tipping her chin up, he kissed her harder this time, letting a low groan escape his voice box as he felt their tongues make contact.
From there on, he let his hands travel up her back, beneath her skirt, when they tumbled on a soft white couch, Lily on top of James, looking into his deep brown eyes. She sighed, and let her head drop again to his chest, nestling her face in his shirt, as he let a hand rest on her back, as the other ran through her hair.
"Do you remember our first kiss?" She asked him, smiling at the memory as if had happened yesterday, and she were only a schoolgirl, giddy and giggling.
"Of course," James whispered. "Like it were yesterday. It's a wonderful memory. It was the day I knew for sure I was going to marry you, Lily Evans."
"Potter, James." Lily said. "Lily Potter." ~*~
(A/N: Okay, I am on a bit of a writer's block right now! So tell me if you like this or if you do not like it, and if I get some reviews, I'll continue on with the flashbacks, and then onto the "modern times" part of the story! Tell me what you think of this; I'm really not a good romance writer but I wanted to try my hand at a Lily/James fluff. Please review!)
Until Death do us Part
The sky had just fallen black, as the pink and orange sun had settled behind the hills, making room in the sky for the full yellow moon, and the bright minuscule stars flecked the black velvet sky. Over a large brick house, with controlled ivy vines growing around the windows, the moon shone brightly in the sky, casting its silver light on the house.
Inside the house, on the third floor, a room was alight, certainly not by the Muggle means of electricity. The room in question was a nursery, where a man with haphazard black hair, watching his wife and baby through his circular glasses. His wife had long red hair, which fell past her shoulders, and was soft to the touch, as the man discovered by running his hands through the long folds of what felt like red silk. Her eyes were a stunning emerald green.
"He's beautiful, isn't he, James?" the red-haired woman said softly, looking down at the baby in her arms. Wrapped in the soft scarlet and gold blankets was a beautiful baby boy, who was son to reach the age of one year. He had tufts of dark hair like his father, but had inherited his mother's beautiful green eyes.
"He is, Lily," said James, wrapping his arms around Lily's shoulders, and looking down at their son. "He's got your eyes." The moment was sweet and silent. Nothing needed to be said between Lily and James to express their feelings for their son. The moment was perfect, with James wrapping his arms around his wife, and nestling his chin on her shoulder, as they held their baby close to them.
"Goodnight, Harry," whispered Lily softly, kissing Harry's small, unblemished forehead, leaning forward and placing him in his crib. James let his hands fall to his own side as he watched. Never in his life could he have thought it was possible to be this happy. He had the most beautiful wife and son; what could go wrong?
Lily gave the revolving stars at the top of the crib a light tap with her fingers, and the golden stars started to spin, as light music played a lullaby. She gave a sigh, and slowly revolved to face her husband. James smiled; not his usual mischievous grin, but a carefree smile that showed how he felt for Lily.
"I love you," he breathed, not being able to resist the temptation to reach out and pull Lily closer to him. Lily leaned closer, and draped her arms around his neck, letting her head rest on his chest. For a long moment, they stood like that, swaying to the soft music from the mobile on Harry's crib, and then Lily looked up.
"I love you too," she said softly, dropping her arms from James' shoulders. She slipped her hands into his, and raised herself on her toes to kiss her husband, who had closed his eyes, and held her hands tight.
The kiss was long, and by all means fueled with passion from the heart. The soft touch of lips touching sent their carpal senses running wild, freely through their veins, taking over their brains, and committing their minds totally to each other.
By the end of the kiss, their hearts had melted like ice cubes on a hot summer day, leaving them thirsty for more lemonade, so to speak. The soft light given off by the candles bounced off Lily's skin, and she could see her reflection in James' dark eyes; nothing else was being reflected.
"Not here," she whispered in James' ear, sending the hair on the back of his neck on their ends. Her voice was so soft and sensual! "Harry's asleep," she said, tugging on his shirt collar. Still keeping a hold on one of James' hands, she took the few quiet steps out of the nursery, quietly charming the door behind them shut.
Down two flights of steps and a wide hallway, Lily came to a halt, with James bumping close into her, impatience getting the best of him, pulling her close to him, and tipping her chin up, he kissed her harder this time, letting a low groan escape his voice box as he felt their tongues make contact.
From there on, he let his hands travel up her back, beneath her skirt, when they tumbled on a soft white couch, Lily on top of James, looking into his deep brown eyes. She sighed, and let her head drop again to his chest, nestling her face in his shirt, as he let a hand rest on her back, as the other ran through her hair.
"Do you remember our first kiss?" She asked him, smiling at the memory as if had happened yesterday, and she were only a schoolgirl, giddy and giggling.
"Of course," James whispered. "Like it were yesterday. It's a wonderful memory. It was the day I knew for sure I was going to marry you, Lily Evans."
"Potter, James." Lily said. "Lily Potter." ~*~
(A/N: Okay, I am on a bit of a writer's block right now! So tell me if you like this or if you do not like it, and if I get some reviews, I'll continue on with the flashbacks, and then onto the "modern times" part of the story! Tell me what you think of this; I'm really not a good romance writer but I wanted to try my hand at a Lily/James fluff. Please review!)