Lips Lingering On Yours
She stood there, looking radiant as ever. She wore a pretty black dress, it fell past her knees and her hair fell in gentle ringlets. She looked suddenly shy, her eyes widening when she saw him. "Hello," she greeted with a small smile.
"Hi," he said dumbly, staring at her. "You look nice."
She threw him an almost doubtful glare, rolling her eyes. Her gaze suddenly dropped to the flowers he clutched in his hands.
"These are for you," he told her unnecessarily, very nearly shoving them in her face.
Her eyes widened. "They're very nice, thank you, James." She took them with a smile. "So...shall we?"
He nodded. She stared at him for a long moment, sighed and took his hand. "Come on," she pulled him along behind her.
She led him to the dance floor. "You don't know how to talk to a girl," she stated rather bluntly.
He blinked, startled. "I do too," he said in a slightly defensive tone.
She raised one eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
He realized defeat, but nodded anyway. "Will you dance with me?" she asked politely.
He shook his head quickly. "I don't dance."
A small smile crossed her lips. "I'll teach you." She held out one hand, looking expectantly at him.
"But I told you I can't-" his protest died on his lips as she pulled him forward.
She took his hand in hers, placing one hand at her waist and the other she placed in her own hand. When she took a step backwards, he instinctively followed her. She smiled, "Now take another step."
It didn't matter that she was leading the dance, she was graceful and beautiful, turning with him. When he let go of her waist she twirled, her red hair flying behind her, her dress swirling around her knees.
She pulled him along with every step, her dark green eyes drawing him in. She was laughing, smiling at him as she spun around. He smiled back, not a smirk or cheeky grin, a true happy smile.
The music faded away until there was only her, pure and sweet innocent love. She lifted her chin slightly, just as he tilted his head down to look at her. His gaze met hers, her eyes flickered up to stare at him.
For a fraction of a second she glanced down, her eyes lingered on his lips and then back up to those hazel eyes. "Lily," his voice was a whisper, barely discernible above the music.
She lowered her eyes, he gently leaned his forehead against hers. He pulled back slightly, pressing his lips against her forehead for a second.
She pulled back sharply, but only a few centimeters. "Kiss me," he whispered, leaning in to brush her ear with his lips.
She tensed in his arms for a second, tilted her head up and then she kissed him. Something about the way he kissed her, it made her forget how annoying she thought he was, she felt him smile against her lips. She smiled back, tasting spice on his lips, pulling back and gazing up at him.
He looked at her uncertainly, wondering if he'd crossed some kind of invisible line. She stared for several seconds and then she stepped towards him.
"So do you fancy me yet?" the words seemed foreign to him.
She smiled in that mysterious way of hers and said, "I don't know."
"Dance with me again," he held his hand out.
She smirked, "I thought you didn't dance."
"I don't," he answered. "Only for you."