Day Twelve: Making Out


they were young and they were so, so in love


Lily was laughing, trying to push James away from her.

"James, this is uncomfortable," She said, working to move her hair out of James' way as he kissed her neck.

"You aren't the one standing up," He mumbled against her, moving up to her jaw. Her usually pale skin was pink and blotchy.

Lily craned her neck, grinning at the ceiling. "I'm sitting on figurines from trophies, you ass."

"Ass? Getting kinky, Lily?"

"Not in your wildest dreams."

He smirked, cupping her chin and pulling her lips to his. She ran her fingers through his hair, down his neck, letting her hands rest of his shoulders. His hands were on her waist and his long fingers dipped under her waistband. He guided her off the trophy shelf and held her up by her thighs, wrapping her legs around him.

"I love you," he said suddenly, pulling his mouth away from hers. Lily quirked an eyebrow, searching his face.

"Is this a heat of the moment thing to make me sleep with you?"

James frowned, shaking his head.

"No. It just came out."

She shook her head, smiling, and kissed him again.


A/N: It's short. I was watch Les Mis, realized I had an hour to write, and now I have a minute to publish. r&r