Snogging
Description: Sometimes a kiss is a kiss and a snog is a snog. But sometimes it's more.
Authors Note: This was just something little that I had been thinking about writing. I'm not a regular author on the site but I appreciate all comments and constructive criticisms. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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Sometimes there is nothing better than a good snog. Bodies pressed together. Lips touching, teasing. The slow release of pent up frustration. And the slow build up of another kind.
But the only thing better than a good snog, is doing it with a great snogger. Not everyone has the ability to make your heart beat faster and your lips quiver. Your legs turn to jelly and your mind go blank.
Lily Evans knew this. She had only kissed one or two boys behind a pillar or in a broom closet, but she wasn't a prude. She was just selective. She had felt the quick tingling in your belly when you see the person you're going to spend the next few minutes in very close quarters with. She had batted her eye lashes at a boy, knowing that her coy smile and teasing would only make it better in the end.
But Lily Evans never knew snogging could be like this. She knew that it could be fun. She knew that it could make you dazed. But she never thought it could shift your way of thinking.
Never before this moment had she thought of it as anything more than something fun you do with your boyfriend. She never thought that a single kiss could change her. A couch of skin on skin could make her quiver all over. Hot breath on her neck could make her want to melt.
That was until she saw him. She batted her eyes lashes and sent him a smile. He grinned at her and she felt the butterflies and excitement building. He slowly lowered his head, and she brought hers to his. When their lips touched her world shook. She had lost all her ability to think. Her legs were jelly and her lips quivered. She melted.
Blood pounded in her head as she felt the heat explode over her body, the incurable need to touch him, to be touched. As his lips moved over hers for the first time her chest tightened. When his tongue slipped out and brushed her bottom lip she moaned. When her brain finally sent her mouth the message, she kissed back and felt only ecstasy.
As his hand caressed her lower back underneath her shirt and pulled her closer, she could only think it wasn't close enough. As his mouth traveled down her neck and across her shoulder, she could only think it that this couldn't last long enough. And finally when his mouth returned to hers, she could only think that this was it. Her snog wasn't just a snog. It was a moment. A turning point.
Even though Lily Evans had snogged one or two other boys, she had never felt like this. And knew she never would feel it like this with anyone else again.
It could have been just another snog, but it wasn't. It was her first snog with James Potter. And thank god it wouldn't be her last.