A/N: I originally wanted to something about James and Lily's fist kiss, since the last one was about Severus and Lily's first kiss. This was what ended up happening instead, and I like it a lot more than what I had first planned. This is going on before James and Lily got together (because I would seriously hope that they stopped having "battles of words" when they started dating)


Maybe it was wrong, but James still thought that Lily was at her most beautiful when she was angry with him.

Sometimes he would start fights with her, solely for this reason.

He loved the fire that ignited in her eyes when her temper finally snapped. He had memorized the stance that she took; every time she gave in to his teasing and decided to combat him. She would put her hands on her hips and stand there, livid. They were nearly the same height, but she seemed to tower over him during their rows.

He loved the way that they fought. A true battle of words. She always had a retort, another arrow in her arsenal to shoot back at him. He would deflect, and try to make his own blow, but she would simply dodge and attack him again. During these frays, he admired how her intelligence shined through, even when she was too mad to even think straight.

He loved watching her mouth move, forming the words of her argument. There was something mesmerizing and sexy about watching her yell. Half of the time, it was all he could do to suppress the urge to run over and press his own lips against hers, just to finally know what they would feel like. But he contented himself with watching, and remembering, so that he could day dream about it later. He wondered if her mouth would move like that when he was kissing her.

But most of all, James love fighting with Lily because when they fought, she was focusing all of her attention on him. Everything else fell away, and it was just the two of them, together, in their own world. For as much as she said that she didn't care about him, they spent a lot of time together in this realm. And he was greedy. He wanted as much time alone with her as he could get. He wanted to feel like he was the only one that she was thinking about, the only one, at that moment, who mattered to her.

He only wished that she would focus on him because she loved him, instead of loathed him.