James' POV

I don't know what got into me to send that text, but I did. I've always had a problem with people taking my things, and I know Lily is a person, and not mine. However, I want her to be mine.

I want to take her to room alone and show her how much I want her to be mine. I want to kiss and mark every square inch of her skin so that no one could touch her.

However, here I am instead ordering pizza for her and waiting until she gets here. She's at her place right now, I suspect she wants to put her stuff away and wash up after her days work.

She makes her way down the street, towards my porch and I open the door before she knocks.

"Hello" I greet her with a smile

"Hi" she smiles shyly. She's so adorable,

"Come in, please." I step away to allow her access, I offer to take her coat and help her take it off. I take that moment to properly look at her, she was wearing a grey sweater, leggings, and white converse, the clothing was simple but with her hair braided into a French braid, I believe they call it, she looks beautiful as ever.

She must have noticed my gawking because she blushes crimson when she sees me. Get it together James, she's a woman, not a toy to enjoy looking at her. She deserves respect. I mentally scold myself.

I lead the way and sits down on the couch while I fetch us some drinks. Firewhiskey it is then.

"So, is there any particular reason you invited me over tonight?" She says when I hand her the glass. I down mine quickly and pour another.

"Well, I mostly wanted to thank you for what you did to Remus. We owe a huge favour." I tell her honestly

"It's really not a problem, I would do it anytime. Remus is a great man, and doesn't deserve this." She mutters and takes a sip of her firewhiskey

"What's the other reason?" she asks, What? "You said you mostly wanted to thank me. What's the other part?" Shit

"I guess, I just wanted to see you." I answer truthfully definitely feeling a lot bolder from the whiskey. She looks taken aback from my answer, but then blushes and smiles.

Then the bell rings and the air of the room is broken, the food.

"I think I should text Steph to tell her not to wait up then." She mentions,

"I'll go the same with Sirius as well." I smile and head to the door.

Lily's POV:

Merlin, I don't think I'll ever stop blushing tonight.

I grab my plate and head to the sink, we had just finished eating the pizza he so kindly ordered for us.

"What are you doing?" he asks with a frown

"The dishes…" I point to the plates in my hand, he shakes his head and walks towards me taking the plates from me and brushing his hands in mine in result. My breath catches in my throat.

"You're the guest of honour, you don't do the dishes." He says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I think we're past formalities. I want to help you, you've done too much for me tonight." I retort and I could swear I heard him say 'I haven't done enough' under his breath.

"Evans, how about you get us some whine. That would be very helpful. It's in the cupboard over there." He suggests, I sigh in defeat and head for the cupboard he pointed out.

There is a problem, I'm too short, I can barely reach the cupboard and I hardly managed to get it open. Now I have to grab a bottle from the inside. I stretch as much as my body possibly can, and I even try to jump. Just…a little more, I stretch my fingers, almost reaching the bottle when I hear a low chuckle behind me. I turn around to find James looking at me with an amused expression while drying his hands, he finished doing the dishes.

I place my hands on my hips, "Do you find the considerable height difference between the cupboard and myself amusing, Potter?"

He holds up his hands "I would never." He says in a mock-sarcastic tone. And walks forward towards me but I stop him.

"I got this," I tell him and turn around to continue my stretch on my tiptoes. He lets out a breath of laughter and continues his walk to me then gently places his left hand on my waist while he grabs the bottle, easily, with his right. And hands it to me.

He's so close to me I instantly become engulfed in his smell, and he smells divine. I look up to see his eyes dilated and filled with raw emotions, I swallow hard. He makes me nervous, my heartbeats are irregular, and my body is a mess. His hand is still on me and I've never been more aware of my body.

He's so close, there's only a small gap between us and I don't want that gap present anymore. My eyes stray away from his and land on his lips that look so kissable. I instinctively bit mine.

His eyes darken considerably, but something is stopping him. Why isn't he making a move? What if he's not interested in me? All those thoughts ran through my head at once and pull back a little, he quickly takes his hand off my waist and I miss the heat instantly.

I clear my throat, and he nervously runs a hand through his hair.

"Sorry about that," he mutters "you're with someone and I shouldn't have." He says quickly and tries to busy himself doing anything. What? That's news.

"I'm not with anyone…just saying." I mention innocently, I open the wine with a corkscrew, and reach up to grab two glasses, when I look back at him he's looking at me with a weird expression.

"But….George?" he stutters

"What about him?" I ask and pour us some wine.

"Aren't you together?"

"No, he's like my brother." I frown and look into my glass of wine.

He swallows hard, then moves slowly towards me, gently taking the wine away from my hand and placing it on the counter near me. He's so close, again. He looks at me with that face again, and I think I melted.

He slowly, hesitantly dips down, giving me time to pull away if I want to. But how can I? instead, I meet him halfway there, and our lips clash.

So much emotion is poured out, it started soft and steady, our lips dancing together slowly, relishing in each other's arms. His hands cup my face and my hands grab his shirt pulling him closer to me.

Urgency grew and I feel his tongue on mine and a moan escapes, encouraging him even more.

Our hands aren't satisfied anymore and they roam around, looking for skin, contact, anything to set the fire burning inside me.

But before I could reach the hem of his shirt, he pulls away slowly. I look at his eyes, searching for an answer.

"I think we should slow down." He says, catching his breath. I feel hurt, why, is it something I did. He seemed to sense it

"Merlin, Lily, I want this" he grabs my hands "I really do. But not like this, not now. You deserve better than this, so much better." I blush at his words

"Okay, slow it is then." I let out a breath, I can practically feel his lips, and I really do want more.

"Now…do you want to watch a movie?" he asks filling in the silence.

"Sure." I smile, feeling amazing.

A/N: So sorry this was a long one. But was it worth it? I really enjoyed writing this, I'm getting some action in. I hope you liked reading this, and your reviews would be amazing. Thank you all J