Lipgloss and Cologne, chapter thirty-seven.
Thanks for sticking with me through this story. My plot bunny has returned, with little baby plot bunnies! I named one Draco! Isn't he cute? Yeah? Awe! Anywho, before this idea hops away, here's chapter thirty-seven :)
--
Butterflies.
--
The fluttering in her stomach was enough to drive her wild. She placed a slender hand on her abdomen, and sighed. She looked at the retreating back of her crush. Once again, she had turned him down, and once again, he had looked heartbroken. But, the difference between turning him down this time and the last, was that she had obtained a genuine crush on him. As much as she wanted to say 'yes,' she couldn't. She was stubborn. She had to keep up her facade, and she couldn't say yes. Her heart screamed at her, and when her emerald eyes met his hazel ones, her stomach just exploded. The caterpillars in her belly broke out of their cocoons, and attacked the tissues of her vital organ. She looked at the ground, and scuffed her feet against the soft, spring grass. The bright green blades bent under the pressure she put on it. With another sigh, she walked towards the castle where she resided.
–
"No, Potter!" She screamed in his face. He felt hurt, and tried to cover it with a cool expression. But, his eyes told the story. His eyes was the window to his soul. He could have the blank facial expression, but his eyes were the giveaway. He didn't respond to her cruel scream. It was a rude awakening, actually. He then realized she wasn't going to say yes. Ever. He picked up his dignity, and walked away from her. He walked through the slippery grass, and into the beautiful castle. With a sad sigh, he scrambled up the hundreds of stairs, and into the Gryffindor common room. He ignored his best friends, and went straight to his bed. He was heartbroken. 'Forget her,' his mind screamed, but, his heart, his soul, and his body screamed 'go get 'em, tiger!' He didn't know what to do. He chose the latter, and hopped out of his comfy bed.
–
She was curled into a ball in a big plush armchair by the warm fire. She had a book in her hands, and her eyes were moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He watched her from the shadows. Yes, he looked creepy. Yes, he was feeling like a stalker. No, he didn't care. He plucked up the courage, and walked over to her. Tapping her shoulder, she lifted an arm. Lazily, she waved him off, using the same hand to turn the page to her book.
"No." He said to her. His lips were dry, his mouth felt numb. He licked his lips.
"Potter?" Lily looked dazed and confused. James nodded, and then he stared into his eyes. She felt her stomach do flip-flops. Her head went dizzy, and her lips went numb. She bit her lip, and stared at him. She knew what was coming, she couldn't let it happen. She wouldn't allow it. But, she imagined her lips pressed against his. Their lips and tongues dancing in perfect harmony. A moment that would be incredible, and indescribable. The two in their own little world, and nobody else in there, or out. Just the two of them.
"No.." she sighed. Why did her mind get the best of her? She looked downcast. She couldn't bare to look into James' eyes, and see the depths etched with sadness. The sadness that she created by every saying that dreaded one syllable word, every single time.
James shook his head.
"No isn't good enough for me, Lily." He said simply. She stared at him, her eyes wide. She wished him away. She wished the butterflies in her belly would just die or something.
Lily didn't say anything. She looked at her hands, and James put a finger under her chin, urging it upwards. She looked into his eyes, and nodded. He leaned in, and she leaned in, too. They both gulped. His lips came crashing down on hers. Her lips were numb. It was better than she had imagined. The fireworks were unbelievable. It was like Disney World. The lights, the sparks and the heat. James' tongue prodded Lily's lips, and she opened her lips for access. He dove his tongue into her chocolate-flavored mouth. She was exotic. He was painstakingly amazing. It was magical. The loving bliss that exploded in Lily's chest was enough to make her whimper. He felt as if he would be awoken by the annoying shuffling of Remus getting ready for classes.
Their tongues were dancing to the bass of their hearts. She crashed into him, and flung her arms around his neck, stroking the fine, silky hairs on his head. He pulled her close, with his hands on the small of her back. His feathery touch made her shiver. Her back burned where his fingers were stroking. Her lips were fire-hot. His lips tingled from the love that was being poured out in that simple kiss. What seemed like decades, but not nearly long enough, they pulled apart. They looked at each other, gasping for breath. Lily's lips were red and swollen. James' hair was messed up more than usual.
Lily felt the butterflies in her tummy, bouncing against the walls. She bit her swollen lip, and smiled shyly. She had never been so glad for those butterflies.
–
Love? Hate? I need feedback! I've come this far, and I need to know if it's still liked! Thanks for reading chapter thirtyseven!!