Sometimes Hidden Dreams Do Come True
Lily wakes early with a shudder as she remembers the dream she just came out of, her entire body affected by it. She rolls from the bed and walks to her truck rummaging for her robes, then looking out the window. The early morning light just beginning to show. It was early, really early, she could tell. She grabs her robes and heads for the showers. Stripping down she steps in. The warm, inviting water cascades down onto her body. Her eyes close, tilting her head back as the water runs though her hair. She loves taking showers early in the morning, when everyone else is sleeping, left her to her own thoughts. Though morning was not a good time for that.
Lips crashing together, his hands, his amazing hands touching her. His fingers gliding swiftly down her arm, her skin tingling at the contact. She pulls her lip between her teeth biting down hard as she remembers the dream, so real it was. His teeth grabbing at her lip, his tongue gliding over her skin. The warm water was nothing compared to the heat running though her body at the moment at the mere memory of a figment of her imagination. She groans inwardly to the feelings it causes, and she knows she will have to pay up on her side of the bargain soon. She can only hope that she can hide how much she wants this. How many times she has dreamed of this, and more. Her face flushes a deep crimson at the thought of the -more-.
Maybe if she just give in this once. Maybe he will not say anything. Maybe, just maybe she can take what she wants in the name of fulfilling a bargain and get away with it. What if she threatened him? She pushes away the thought. He is no where even close to being scared of me. It's worth a try though, isn't it? Her mind screams for a way through this. To taste what she dreams of almost every night with no consequences. There was no way she agreed to this for Severus' sake, or even James' for that matter. This was purely her desire to feel his lips on hers, his hands on her face. She blushes deeply as she thinks of her desire for his hands and lips to touch every part of her.
Her breathing picks up as her thoughts keep running through it. She sees the images from her dream. Running her hands through her hair, she jumps slightly as she hears the door open and pulls her thoughts from the dangerous direction they where headed and grabs the shampoo beginning to wash her hair quickly, desperately trying to calm her excited body. She scrubs her hair furiously, then rinses out quickly running her hands though her water darkened red hair, chasing away the shampoo. Bending down she grabs the soap and begins to lather her body. This touch does not help the already excited state she is in. Lillian Evans! For Merlin's sake you are taking a shower! She scolds herself and rushes through the rinsing, hearing the shower beside her start up.
Shaking off the feelings she cuts off the stream of water that has recently turned a bit cold and wraps her towel securely around her, before stepping out, walking to were she left her robes. Eager to get clothes on she dresses rather quickly. Loads quicker than she normally would. Smiles to herself in the mirror straightening her red and gold Gryffindor colored tie and folds down the front of her robes she nods in approval and exit's the bathroom with her night clothes in hand.
James grins as he heads towards what is by far his favorite subject, Advanced Transfiguration. Already being able to transform himself into a stag he was an old hand at this, but the up coming class was not the reason he was grinning, in fact it was far from it. Today he would corner Lily. Today she would kiss him. He knew she would never back down on her word and would have to. He knew this would prove once and for all her true feelings towards him. The feelings he catches glimpses of when no one else is looking. Those slight flashes in her eyes that tell him she feels something more than contempt for him, something deeper.
He stops in front of the large wooden door to Professor Mcgonagall's class room, running his hands furiously through his hair back and forth really quickly making it stick up at odd angles in all directions and checking his appearance in the trophy case mirror, approving of his look he pulls open the door and strides in. Casually late as usual.
"Mr. Potter," Professor Mcgonagall is obviously holding back a smile at the site of her favorite student. While she would say she thought the same of all of her students, this one she is exceedingly fond of despite his disregard for the rules. "So nice of you to join us. Next time you will attempt to make it at least somewhat on time?"
"Yes of course, Professor Mcgonagall," James grins widely at the beloved teacher before taking his seat next to Lily sending a wink her way when she looks up from her notes, not missing the flush that rises in her cheeks.
"Now, where was I before the…-interruption-" Professor Mcgonagall shoots James an almost playful glare, used to his antics and finds her place in her notes before continuing the lecture as James attempts to find the page everyone is on. Eventually giving up and closing the book receiving a reproaching glare from Lily, to which he returns with another wide grin. Lily rolls her eyes, a hint of amusement in the bright, emerald spheres, along with something else that James wasn't sure of. He turns, attempting to pay attention, a feat he always found nearly impossible.
Two hours of lecture and attempts to perform a new transfiguration skill, which James and Lily were of the few who actually got it. James being a natural at it, much to Lily's annoyance when it took her forever to turn her hair color to a light pink color, which in fact was not that far from her natural auburn color. Rolling her eyes at James' bright blue hair before he effortlessly changes it back to his normal jet black color. He gains great praise from Professor Mcgonagall as usual, Lily getting mere, "You're getting there, Evans," from the teacher.
After the buzzer, signaling the end of the session sounds, Lily grabs her things quickly leaving the room. Part of her hopes James will follow and demand her side of the bargain, but still a small part hopes to get out of it. The part that is too prideful to admit how she really feels about him. The part that still wants to hold the rest of her back. She turns a corner and feels a hand catch her elbow leading her towards the stairs. She looks up at James, a silent determination on his face, stopping once they reach the first landing away from the rest of the students leaving the class room and backs her into the wall moving inches from her face.
Lily's breath quickens, she is dead sure he's about to kiss her. Her eyes search his as her lips part in slight pants, feeling his also rapid breaths on her face as he gazes, almost amused now, down at her. Her eyes slide shut in anticipation, waiting eagerly for the touch of his lips to hers. A feeling she has only ever dreamed about. Briefly she wonders if the real thing is better than her dreams. Is it worse? Her mind races, then loses all thought, before racing again. Wait! Her mind shouts at her. What in Merlin's name are you doing! You could get caught, detention, or expulsion. "N….n…no…wait," Lily breathes. "Not h…h…here." She brings her hands up pushing slightly on his chest.
James backs away, surprised by the change in her. He watches her face as her eyes open slowly and taken in his. Her eyes now hungry, wanting. Wanting what? Him? No way. He had always thought she did, but now that he sees it he can't believe it. "Where?" His question is almost a whisper.
"Come on," she breathes, slipping her hand in his, much to James' surprise, and leads him up the stairs and down the corridor of the seventh floor. She comes to a stop in front of a wall pulling her hand from his she starts to pace the length of it, her thoughts on what she needs, then opens her eyes catching James' shocked expression before grinning despite herself to him and grabbing his arm pulling him inside.
James is astounded. What is this place? Why did I not know of it? His eyes search the room, it's virtually empty other than a large very comfortable looking couch in the middle. He looks over to Lily, who he is happy to see is still holding his hand. He notices a slight flush in her cheeks. Embarrassment? Excitement? He can only guess at it before he is pulled over to the couch and pulled down to sit next to Lily who has now sat and folded her legs beneath her looking anxious. James settles beside her, watching her, leaving the control in her hands.
Lily takes her lip between her teeth, biting down on it as all the memories from her dream come flooding back when their suppressing barrier breaks. Her lips part in an almost gasp, she can not take it anymore. The waiting, the wanting. Hiding it. Her eyes close tightly as she takes a steadying breath before lifting a hand, eyes opening following the shaking limb. Her finger spread widely as they move over James' forehead and into his mass of messy hair. She chews on her lip as her fingers move through the black mane. So much softer than she had imagined.
James, rather surprised by this, watches her. Feeling her hand in his hair makes it hard to keep his eyes open. He finds that he rather enjoys this feeling and hopes this time goes well and maybe she will do it often. Of their own accord his eyes close, leaning his head down submitting more of his hair to her exploration. Her fingers moving against his scalp causing it to tingle. Her hand ruffles his hair a bit causing it to stand on end more, his eyes open slowly to find hers. Her eyes a flame with something he can not place. He swallows hard, as her hand makes its way back out of his hair then her fingers trail down the side of his face.
Lily's breath hitches, feeling the soft skin of his face as her fingers caress his cheek. She moves her hand over his ear and into the back of his hair, fingers closing in the locks as she pushes slightly on the back of his head. Her eyes flutter closed, her breaths quick. Nipping at her own lip once more before leaning towards him. She feels his warm inviting breath on her face, knowing she is near she moves the fraction of an inch left to press her moist, eager lips to his.
James inhales sharply, he had watched her lips move all the way until they were about to touch his then closed his eyes as well, but watching that did not prepare him for the electricity sparking and rolling uncontrolled down his spine and spreading through out his entire body. He has snogged his share of girls. Most just to make Lily jealous of course. Nothing, no one has ever compared to this. Slowly his lips part a bit leaning forward, more into the kiss as his lips close over her bottom lip he can feel her hesitancy, he knows she has never done anything like this.
Gasping slightly against his lips, Lily tightens her hand in his hair. Other than his lips he has not touched her. Her breath even quicker as his lips part and force hers to part. Briefly she wonders if it always fells like this. If it did she could not blame him for kissing all those girls. She grimaces at the thought or at least tries to. Hard to make a face with someone else's glued to your own.
All thought drifts away as she feels a hint of his tongue touching her lips, then she assumes his has pulled it back quickly as it disappears drawing her own out. She feels him jerk in surprise as her tongue shyly runs over his bottom lip, then she pulls it back hesitantly, amazed by the feelings coursing though her body. Needing to feel more than just his lips on hers she grabs his hand and pulling it to set it on her waist. She inhales quickly against his lips as his fingers curl around her side lightly, giving it a gentle squeeze.
James, taking the hint, lets his other hand drift to her hair, running it through her crimson colored locks slowly. He fists her hair wrapping it around his clenched hand. His lips moving slow and deliberate. His breathing ragged against her lips, breathing into her mouth as her parted lips move instinctively against his. He feels her grip in her hair loosening, and her lips starting to pull away. Not wanting it to end he pushes forward holding tighter to the back of her head, his lips pushing into hers.
A low moan escapes Lily's lips, where it came from she did not quiet know. She had guessed from the tightening in her chest at the feeling of his lips pushing into hers keeping her from breaking the kiss. She would love to stay here and do this for hours but they had class, homework, it would be lunch time shortly. Her mind makes hundreds of excuses while her heart makes even more. This feels right, too good. We can wait till dinner to eat… The list goes on and on. Her mind fighting with her heart, making more excuses like… You know who he is, you know how many girls have been here. He only sees you as a conquest. What will everyone else think if they find you are going with James Potter. She growls lightly against his lips and puts her hand on his chest, pushing him back.
James reluctantly releases her hair and pulls his lips from hers, not taking his hand from her waist, looking at her with a questioning gaze. Her grip on his hair still tight, her hand resting on her chest. Emerald eyes blazing, green flames burning through him as he gazes deep in her eyes searching. Confused but the abrupt ending, breath quick and deep from the exhortation. He watches her silently, waiting for her next move.
Lily closes her eyes tightly, her heart beating fast and hard. Her breathing just as fast. Wanting to turn away from him, to run from this room, but at the same time wanting to throw herself in his arms and resume the kiss she just broke so abruptly. Her eyes open, and once they do Lily greatly regrets it. They meet James' dark boring eyes and she all but melts into the couch at the look he is wearing.
Unable to help himself, James leans forward and presses his lips to hers. It was all it took to help Lily make up her mind. Her arms wrap tight around his neck shifting even closer to him as her lips press eagerly against his. James grabs her waist as she leans up on her knees pressing into him, his arms encircling her and pulling her even closer. Kissing her with more passion, and less control than he has ever with anyone else. His hand clenches again in her hair feeling both her hands moving though his making it even more messy than it would be normally. Loving the feel of her fingers playing in his hair, he tells her this in a slight humming moan of pleasure against her lips.
Surprised by the sound of James' moan all movement on her part stops. She pulls her lips quickly from his with a loud smacking sound echoing through the empty room and gazes down at him emerald eyes ablaze again. Her gaze drops realizing just how close she had gotten. Mortified to find herself practically in his lap. She mutters low under her breath, though swollen lips, "I'm sure that is plenty to fulfill the terms of our agreement." One hand leaves his hair grabbing the hand that is in hers and pulls it out before pulling away, the other hand absentmindedly trailing down the side of his face. Saying way more than she wished to say. She stands from the couch and says to his confused and amazed expression, "No one is to know of this. I find out you so much as let the fact that we were here slip, I will hex you." With that said she turns and exit's the room leaving behind a very muddled James.