A/N: updated without the mess! Thank you breanie for letting me know!
It might make him a prime target for the teasing of his best mates. But James's top 'I'm finally dating Lily Evans For Real' revelation was her hands.
If there was a way to not sound creepy while doing so, he would admit he's always had a bit of a thing for her hands. The few sparse freckles that decorate milky skin, her perpetually painted (and almost as perpetually chipped) nails, the rings that grow from a single small opal First Year to a whole collection, from fancy to plastic. The latter a gift from Sirius in gratitude for the impromptu muggle field trip they strong armed her into the summer before Seventh.
Now though, now she holds his hand and yeah, it's clammy at times (whose clammy he's not sure) but mostly it's just heaven. The softness of her palm, the callous where her quill rests against her middle finger (and resulting purple stain), the way her thumb absently rubs against the back of his hand. The way she…
Grinds his knuckles into oblivion.
"This is ABSOLUTELY your hell spawn clawing out from my grudging womb."
James brushes his thumb over the back of her hand (he learned from the best) and grins. "Love you too, Evans."
"Potter."