He griped my wrist and pulled me back against him. I could feel him running his hands down my sides to my waist, pushing me back against the wall and leaning in.
"You can't go now," his low voice rumbled in my ear sending a shiver down my spine "not after that."
His warm breath pulsed out over my face, tingling against my slips. I couldn't help it, I whimpered.
"What are you afraid of Evans? You have no reasons left against me; I've changed, all for you. Can't you see that?" his voice became angry at the last part and he pushed us harder against the wall. I closed my lids. I couldn't bear the smoldering look in his warm brown eyes, the flecks of gold making my gut twist. His weight leaned against me, pushing me into the wall, one hand on the small of my back, possessive and protective at the same time.
"Evans..." His gruff voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "Why won't you go out with me Evans, give me ONE good reason why."
The silence stretches, every muscle in my body becoming taunt. I'd never wanted him more but I couldn't have him, couldn't be seen around him. He was James Bloody Potter for Merlin's sake, and I was Lily Evans. We couldn't go out...could we?
"Please Lil... one reason...and I'll go" he sounded so defeated, and that, well that just made me want to slap him; he'd fort so hard and we'd finally come this far and he...he was just gonna give up.
I snapped my eyes open and when they met his it felt like sparks flew. But when I saw the desperate look in his face I faltered.
"Y-you c-c-can't..." I was furious at myself for stammering; it was James Potter for Merlin's sake.
But before I could react I saw a flicker of hope in his eyes and he kissed me, pushing his lips hard down on mine. I froze, and then slowly wound my arms around his neck and my fingers though his hair, pulling myself closer to him and mashing my lips against his. One of his hands found it's way to my hair and his fingers entangled themselves in it, his thumb rubbing my neck. His other hand on my back, pulling me closer, both of us fighting to make our two forms one.
His lips were hard and sweet on mine, pushing against me like his life depended on it. We moved together, desperate to become one. Our body's heated and I felt the flush rise in my cheeks and around my waist as his hand slip just under the edge of my shirt and rested on my bare skin, sending tingled everywhere.
When we finally came up for air, panting, I could see the smug expression written all over his stupid handsome face. He leaned his forehead down against mine and whispered in that low voice that made me shiver and over heat all at once
"I knew you fancied me Evans"
"Potter, if you EVER grab me like that again-"
"What? You'll fancy the pants right off me?"