I = Impossible
This was impossible. Unbelievable. Lily is perched on the end of my bed, her hair cascading around her shoulders, a big grin upon her face as she read down our list. Our inappropriate list of cup sizes. I don't even remember giving them to her. She's hypnotized me she has, with that dancing gleam in her eyes, teasing me, saying the forsaken blush across my cheeks was becoming on me.
Cheeky girl
She laughing at me, again, and I can't help but grin, rather stupidly. She looks so damn gorgeous and so full of life in comparison to a few days ago. She's playing with her necklace above the collar of her slightly unbuttoned shirt where I can see a tantalizing peek of cleavage, her glossy lips cracked wide to make way for a toothy grin, her pools of emerald, and I'm drowning in her gaze. Merlin…
I love you.
I froze. I so totally did not just… I can't have… I… uh… oh bollocks. I think my brain has stopped functioning. Lily seems a little shocked, but she's definitely not laughing now as she scrutinizes me. Then the list, then… herself…
She's speaking to me, timidly. I blink dumbly, trying to turn my brain back on. I lean closer, so I can hear her when she repeats. 'Doesn't fit into my requirements?' What on earth are you talking about? I know you're not a 'D'… oh. My mind switches back on. Convenient timing… sarcasm, make with the sarcasm.
This is the second time she's been vulnerable in front of me. I won't have this, this isn't my Lily. I cup my hands around her face, lifting her gaze to mine and opened my mouth. I know, bad idea, but I have to say something, to make her understand I love her for who she is.
And now I'm babbling. I give up. I'll just sit here and enjoy gazing into her emerald depths while I sit here and make a fool out of myse… mphf?
Oh Merlin. She just kissed me. And not a little sweet peck like first kisses are. She has full on pinned me on the bed and snogged me somewhat senseless. I'm finding difficult to wrap my head around this, in fact I'm finding it difficult to think anything at all with her sugared lips pushed firmly to mine.
Lily Evans is kissing me, James Potter. And some dared to say it would be impossible.
A/N: Sorry to say but that's the end folks! Hope you all had as much fun reading this as I had typing it! Thanks to all the people who reviewed!
I'm not JKR *wibble*