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Wonderful World of Lily
The Subversive
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Yet another oneshot (?) where Lily is insane, James is annoying and she's thinking of rabbit holes. I, no, I mean real rabbit holes.
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AN: To continue or not to continue? YOU DECIDE!
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"Bugger off James."
But no, James has a different sense of persistence you wish more people had, just not him.
So like the persistent man he is, James scoots over a little closer on the sofa. Unfortunately too close for my personal comfort.
"Ugh!" I exclaimed. Annoyed. Infuriated. Vexed. You get the idea.
And you know what the twat does?
He smiles.
He smiles like a stupid maniac who has no sense of sanity whatsoever to figure out I'm trying to finish a stupid Transfigurations essay.
I'm cross. I look at him.
"What do you want?"
He says nothing.
Okay. I wait.
Really nothing.
I was about to go on a tirade over the fact that –
Wait. Why's he kissing me?
What in the name of all things that fly! He's kissing me! James has his mouth on mine!
His mouth, on mine!
Can I die now? Crawl into a little rabbit hole and rot for all eternity. That sounds good.
I totally blanked out on the fact that he DID grab me and planted one smack on the lips but –
Will you look at that. James IS kissing me.
He pulled back when I didn't respond and –
What? He pulled back? Nooooooooo……
Ahem. I mean, good! It's not like I can find a rabbit hole in the bloody Forbidden Forest now, can I. Now I can go on with possibly Lily Evan's most infamous lecture and –
Oh. He's not grinning anymore. (sob)
He doesn't look sad/mad/about to speak either. That's weird.
It's like he's blank.
James is looking at me, eyes calculating, his gaze roaming over my eyes, my hair, my chin, oh wait, I think that's my lips –
Bugger. Bugger bugger bugger bugger. I'm kissing him.
What in the name of Merlin? This is wrong. This is so wrong.
Apparently I also blanked out on the fact that I grabbed his collar and pulled him in – rather too eagerly might I add, which is totally… I DON'T KNOW!!! – planting one smack on his lips and –
Oh mother…of flying hippogriffs, was that his –
I'm dead. I'm positively dead. The stupid rabbit can have his stupid rabbit hole.
Nothing this good can exist. Nope. I'm sure of that. (Goodness someone smack me right now!)
How can something so wrong feel so damn nice? Cliché my ass. Go to the hole with the bunny.
My hands are now weaving through his obnoxious, yet soft, but still obnoxious head of hair as his hands are determined to mess up mine…
We both shift uncomfortably on the sofa as we zealously continue our session of hot, open-mouthed kisses nowhere near that blasted rabbit hole.
Goodness. I'm making out with James Potter and and I'm thinking of rabbit holes. (THAT, SOUNDS, WRONG.)
That single, frayed and fragile strand of sanity and levelheadedness finally, ruthlessly pulled apart with a snap…
And we're casually nipping at each other's lips as our uncontrollable hands go to places and our bliss is incomparable – finally. Two hearts beat as one…
What the fuck was that?
The hell? Ugghhhhh!!!!
This has to stop. Now.
So I muster up all the courage and self-retraint I could get to pull back, but evidently James can read my mind and you know what happened.
"James…"
