This is just a one-shot of James and Lily waking up in the morning. I'm not sure what compelled me to write it. It's a little short but I tried to make it as descriptive as possible. All the characters belong to JK Rowling and stuff.
The morning light peered in between the curtains leaving a glowing trail that shot across the dark room. He didn't know what time it was, however if it were up to him, he would not choose to move this morning. He wanted to lay here and bask in the content feeling that seemed to radiate all around him. He rolled over onto his side and stared at the woman lying beside him. In the soft light of the early morning her prominent facial features were softened. Her eyes were closed and her long dark lashes brushed the tops of her cheeks. They were a healthy pink color which contrasted softly with her milky skin. His eyes fell upon her lips. They were parted slightly and she drew breath from between them.
She was lying on her back. He watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. Her crimson hair was a lion's mane, a halo, around her head. It washed over the pillow like a great red sea. He wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her closer to him. Her eyelids fluttered briefly and a smile twitched at the corners of her lips.
"Unhand me, you scoundrel," she murmured and playfully attempted to push him away. He laughed softly and ignored her attempts to escape him. She allowed herself to be pulled into a hug. "What time is it?"
"Who cares?" James whispered into her hair.
"I care. We've got business to take care of today, James." She struggled again but James tightened her grip on her and she sighed.
"Five more minutes?" he asked innocently.
"Fine," she agreed wrapping her arms around him as well. He rolled over onto his back and allowed her to rest her head on his chest. He traced the gentle curve of her hip with his index finger and relished the sensation of her breath against his neck. He placed a kiss on her forehead and she giggled.
"We really should get up," she protested, although he could hear from her voice that getting up was the last thing she wanted to do.
"Our five minutes isn't up yet," he whispered.
She settled into his chest and he felt her finger tips drifting up and down his forearm. They lay in silence for a while until she finally asked, "When this is all over, we'll be able to spend as much time as we want together right?"
"Of course," he replied soothingly. "We'll lay in bed for days on end if that's what you want."
"I honestly don't care what we do. I'm just tired of all this fighting."
"Me too. Let's not worry about it now. Our five minutes still isn't up yet.
