pairing: LilyLysander
prompt: "My dad's going to kill you."
for: Julia Claire

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His kiss, when he finally works up the courage to do it, feels a little like fireworks exploding in her mind and butterflies dancing in her stomach and every daydream she's ever had, and Merlin, it feels like magic.

Lysander's hands drift down to her waist as they pull apart, a sheepish grin on his face. "Uh, sorry?"

Lily raises an eyebrow, her own hands still tangled in his blond hair. "Sorry? Whatever for?"

"For kissing you...?" he hazards, looking a little confused (and she'd be lying if she said she didn't melt at the adorable expression on his face).

"Why on Earth would you be sorry for that?" Lily demands, trying not to smile when a blush fills his cheeks.

"Because your brothers are going to kill me," he murmurs.

Lily giggles and yanks him down for another kiss. "Oh, don't worry about my brothers, Ly. My dad's going to kill you."

Lysander blanches. "You'd make a horrible girlfriend, Lily-flower."

"Are you asking me?" she teases.

He looks her in the eye, forest-green into bright hazel. "I am."

"Oh." Lily leans up so their lips are brushing but not kissing. "The answer is yes."

And then she kisses him again and, really, she doesn't care one whit about her overprotective brothers or father. All that matters is Lysander.


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