James Potter had exactly seven noticeable freckles on his face, and an infinity of those smaller barely noticeable ones that would appear during July and last until October. Lily could count the seven and would try noticing the infinity but somehow she always ended up being interrupted by his lips. She'd sigh into the kiss and wrap her arms around James' neck. Sometimes, quite often, her hands would end up in his unruly, dark hair. When they first kissed she had been so eager that she ended up clashing their teeth together. The damage wasn't noticeable but James' front tooth had been slightly chipped ever since that moment. He couldn't complain.
He was a child still, well on his way into adulthood but not grown up yet. She could see it in the way the creases around his eyes would instantly smooth out when he'd stop laughing. It was visible in the still defining jawline and the lack of scruffiness in his cheeks. Besides, there was something inherently youthful and childlike, mischievous in fact, about the tiny dimples that would etch themselves into the creases of his lips and cheeks when he would laugh. Lily loved them.
Sometimes, when they would study till early morning hours in the Gryffindor common room she would gaze at him from her spot on the sofa. There was something mature about him at those moments. Perhaps the way his eyebrows furrowed while reading the Arithmancy notes, or the way his lips would slightly part as he understood the solution to the problem. If he had a particularly hard task at hand he would lightly hold his tongue between his teeth, lips parted, while writing out the solution. Quite surprisingly they did manage to get a lot of studying done when left alone, a feat no one thought would be possible.
He had disgustingly long eyelashes, Lily had proclaimed it one evening as they were playing chess. James only ever said that they are useful when playing Quidditch. Lily wanted to put some mascara on them, just as an experiment, to see how far they would go with enhancement. She almost succeeded one time. But at the last moment the boy whose eyelashes were in question managed to dodge her and ended up with a black smear right on his nose. Lily said he had it coming, changing his mind in the last moment like that.
James Potter's nose was an almost perfectly straight, manly nose. That's what he said either way. Lily didn't really think much about the words and the logistics of explaining his nose. She would just sometimes trace the tip of her finger lightly over his eyebrows and down the bridge of it until it rested just above his lips.
James Potter's lips.
She would trace them with her fingers most often. They were chapped almost constantly because he refused to use the balm she so stubbornly offered him. The only time he'd take the balm was if he was stealing it off her lips. Although chapped, they were perfect. That's what Lily Evans would claim anyway.
His lips were perfect for tracing, perfect for kissing, perfect for fitting in the crook of her neck as his teeth softly bit down on the tender skin.
They sent magical chills down her spine.
A/N: Hope you like this, part two (also the ending part) will be coming soon. Stay tuned.
Love,
Maja