WANTING MORE
That night, after James had showered and dressed for bed he lay down on his four-poster with the curtains drawn back and waited for Lily. He stared at the ceiling, his hands locked behind his head, and thought about things. Mainly, Lily. He'd done that a lot lately.
Soon Lily knocked at the door, and he told her to come in. She looked incredibly snug and fresh in her navy drawstring pants and white t-shirt. Her hair was tied back loosely at the nape of her neck, and she was barefoot. She started to come in, but then noticed he was lying down in his bed, and hung back shyly.
"Come here," James said, smiling slightly. Lily took a step back.
"No, I er -- I ought t-to --"
"Lily," James cut her off. He patted the sheets beside him "I won't hurt you."
"Oh . . ." She softened and came over to stand by the bed. "It's just . . . I'm not allowed to be in here at all, and we're Head Boy and Girl, and . . . if we were caught. . ."
"Lie down with me, Lily. Just for a little while?"
She wanted to, James could see that, but she was afraid to. He recalled his fantasies about her that afteroon on the couch in the common room, and forced them to the back of his mnd. He took her hand and their fingers interlocked, and she sighed and crawled under the covers next to him.
He pulled her closer, his arms firmly holding her against him. Be careful with her, he ordered himself. Her eyes shined into his, full of bright happiness and innocence. He kissed her softly. Be careful. Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to his kiss. Be careful. The kiss became fervent, and his hands moved down her back and lifted her shirt just enough to feel her bare skin. He tried not to kiss her quite so intensely, but he didn't think his heart -- or his lips, for that matter -- was connected to his brain at all, and Lily did not seem to have a problem with his passion.
His lips left hers and he kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, and her skin got softer and softer the lower he went. It was getting difficult not to lose his head completely -- be careful. He fought a sudden desire to move on top of her -- be careful -- but then his lips found Lily's again, an she kissed h with such ardency, her hands around his neck and caressing his hair that he felt something inside him would burst unless he obtained from her what he most passionately desired, or unless he stopped kissing her.
He chose the latter, wisely enough, and fell away from her back onto the bed, panting slightly.
"James?" Lily whispered. He shook his head slightly, suddenly wishing she wasn't there, so that he could be alone with his thoughts and try to make sense of the storm brewing within him. "James, what's wrong?"
He looked at her silently. She didn't know, did she? She didn't feel what he felt when he was touching her . . .
"James, don't look at me like that. You're scaring me," Lily said softly, her green eyes troubled.
He sighed and put one hand to her cheek. "I'm sorry . . ."
LIly gave him a bewildered gaze. "For what?"
For thinking about you like this. And the more innocent you seem, the more I want you . . .
He said nothing.
Lily put her hand on top of his and held it. "James, what is it? What are you thinking?"
He liked it when she whispered his name.
"Something I shouldn't be," he answered.
~* [ -- A/N: Do you guys get this? It's a flower. *~ I say it's a Lily ^-^]
The following Monday it was cold and blustery again. Wind was blowing the falling snow right on their faces, and filled their coats with wetness up to their necks. It was so unbearably cold that they took only a short walk around the grounds and then went back inside after about a half an hour. The Common Room was empty again. As always, they separated to their separate dormitories to change into warm, dry clothes, and, as always, James finished and got back down to the Common Room before Lily did. His cheeks and fingers were still slighly numb from the cold so instead of sitting down on the couch near the fire he sat down on the floor right in front of it and let the warmth flow over him.
Finally Lily came down wearing her navy sweatpants, and a black camisole. She actually looked very sexy, James thought. He had ever seen her look sexy before. His heart always raced when she entered the room; now it was jumping out of his chest.
She stood at the bottom of the stairs timidly and he silently admired her for a bit. And for a moment as he looked at her, her shyness and uncertainty were swept from her face, as though she temporarily understood fully the extent of his love for her, and her expressoin of admiration mirrored his.
"Come here," James said quietly. Her face regained its familiar shyness as she came over to him and sat down next to him, Indian-style. James, laughing at her timidity, pulled her into his lap.
"Ow! What are you ong?" Lily giggled. James wrapped his arms and legs arund her and covered her face with kisses. Their lips met and they kissed ardentyly
"Oh, it's hopeless . . . I'm hopelessly in love with you," James murmured.
"Hopeless?" Lily said.
"Hopeless. I'm so in love I don't even know what to do with you anymore."
Lily felt a tugging in her lower body. She wanted to lie down with him. How did he do that? Every time he kissed her now, she felt like she wanted to lie down with him.
"James?" Lily whispered. James had suddenly grown quiet and still, his forehead resting against hers. "What is it?"
"Will you marry me?"
~*
How many tmes had he thought that question? How many times had he imagined her possible answers? He imagined her getting angry with him, for thinking about marriage when a Dark Lord was coming to power. He imagined her being unsure, afraid to make hat commitment to him. He imagined her crying with happiness and throwing her arms around his neck. He imagined her laughing at him, thinking it was a joke.
What he had not, what he could not imagine was what really happened. For a moment her eyes shone so beautifully and brightly he felt he should shade his eyes from their light. Then she answered, simply, "Yes."
For a while James could only look at her. Whe he finally grasped the meaning of her answer, the world was perfect.
"Urgle!" he said. He buried his head in her neck and left it there, unable to say or do anything else.
"Urgle?" Lily exclaimed with a ringing laugh. He nodded, rubbing his lips against her skin; he hooked his thumbs underneath the straps of her camisole and pulled them down off her shoulder and kissed her, and they fell back on the floor laughing.
"What does 'urgle' mean?" Lily asked, smiling from ear to ear.
"It means, 'You will? You'll really marry me? When? Are we going to live at Godric's Hollow or somewhere else? Are we going to have children?
"Yes to everything."
"Yes to when?"
"Yes to you." James was lying on top of her, but he felt none of the lust he'd felt before, only love -- pure, happy love.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: One reviewer of this story, or maybe one of my other L/J stories, said this plot is overwritten and that it's just like everyone else's. I'm not angry with the person who wrote that -- I thank them because I really DO want to know what you think, so, actually, THANKS!! But I want to say that I know other people have probably written all of the above before, but I PROMISE, I PROMISE OTHER THINGS WILL START HAPPENING!! So bear with me! I beg you! I've just finished a future chapter called DEATH; but you have to read the next chapter, titled "Beginning of the End" first! So you gotta come back soon! And, as always, I BEG YOU TO REVIEW! pleasepleaseplease ^-^ miao Love, Emlyn]
That night, after James had showered and dressed for bed he lay down on his four-poster with the curtains drawn back and waited for Lily. He stared at the ceiling, his hands locked behind his head, and thought about things. Mainly, Lily. He'd done that a lot lately.
Soon Lily knocked at the door, and he told her to come in. She looked incredibly snug and fresh in her navy drawstring pants and white t-shirt. Her hair was tied back loosely at the nape of her neck, and she was barefoot. She started to come in, but then noticed he was lying down in his bed, and hung back shyly.
"Come here," James said, smiling slightly. Lily took a step back.
"No, I er -- I ought t-to --"
"Lily," James cut her off. He patted the sheets beside him "I won't hurt you."
"Oh . . ." She softened and came over to stand by the bed. "It's just . . . I'm not allowed to be in here at all, and we're Head Boy and Girl, and . . . if we were caught. . ."
"Lie down with me, Lily. Just for a little while?"
She wanted to, James could see that, but she was afraid to. He recalled his fantasies about her that afteroon on the couch in the common room, and forced them to the back of his mnd. He took her hand and their fingers interlocked, and she sighed and crawled under the covers next to him.
He pulled her closer, his arms firmly holding her against him. Be careful with her, he ordered himself. Her eyes shined into his, full of bright happiness and innocence. He kissed her softly. Be careful. Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to his kiss. Be careful. The kiss became fervent, and his hands moved down her back and lifted her shirt just enough to feel her bare skin. He tried not to kiss her quite so intensely, but he didn't think his heart -- or his lips, for that matter -- was connected to his brain at all, and Lily did not seem to have a problem with his passion.
His lips left hers and he kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, and her skin got softer and softer the lower he went. It was getting difficult not to lose his head completely -- be careful. He fought a sudden desire to move on top of her -- be careful -- but then his lips found Lily's again, an she kissed h with such ardency, her hands around his neck and caressing his hair that he felt something inside him would burst unless he obtained from her what he most passionately desired, or unless he stopped kissing her.
He chose the latter, wisely enough, and fell away from her back onto the bed, panting slightly.
"James?" Lily whispered. He shook his head slightly, suddenly wishing she wasn't there, so that he could be alone with his thoughts and try to make sense of the storm brewing within him. "James, what's wrong?"
He looked at her silently. She didn't know, did she? She didn't feel what he felt when he was touching her . . .
"James, don't look at me like that. You're scaring me," Lily said softly, her green eyes troubled.
He sighed and put one hand to her cheek. "I'm sorry . . ."
LIly gave him a bewildered gaze. "For what?"
For thinking about you like this. And the more innocent you seem, the more I want you . . .
He said nothing.
Lily put her hand on top of his and held it. "James, what is it? What are you thinking?"
He liked it when she whispered his name.
"Something I shouldn't be," he answered.
~* [ -- A/N: Do you guys get this? It's a flower. *~ I say it's a Lily ^-^]
The following Monday it was cold and blustery again. Wind was blowing the falling snow right on their faces, and filled their coats with wetness up to their necks. It was so unbearably cold that they took only a short walk around the grounds and then went back inside after about a half an hour. The Common Room was empty again. As always, they separated to their separate dormitories to change into warm, dry clothes, and, as always, James finished and got back down to the Common Room before Lily did. His cheeks and fingers were still slighly numb from the cold so instead of sitting down on the couch near the fire he sat down on the floor right in front of it and let the warmth flow over him.
Finally Lily came down wearing her navy sweatpants, and a black camisole. She actually looked very sexy, James thought. He had ever seen her look sexy before. His heart always raced when she entered the room; now it was jumping out of his chest.
She stood at the bottom of the stairs timidly and he silently admired her for a bit. And for a moment as he looked at her, her shyness and uncertainty were swept from her face, as though she temporarily understood fully the extent of his love for her, and her expressoin of admiration mirrored his.
"Come here," James said quietly. Her face regained its familiar shyness as she came over to him and sat down next to him, Indian-style. James, laughing at her timidity, pulled her into his lap.
"Ow! What are you ong?" Lily giggled. James wrapped his arms and legs arund her and covered her face with kisses. Their lips met and they kissed ardentyly
"Oh, it's hopeless . . . I'm hopelessly in love with you," James murmured.
"Hopeless?" Lily said.
"Hopeless. I'm so in love I don't even know what to do with you anymore."
Lily felt a tugging in her lower body. She wanted to lie down with him. How did he do that? Every time he kissed her now, she felt like she wanted to lie down with him.
"James?" Lily whispered. James had suddenly grown quiet and still, his forehead resting against hers. "What is it?"
"Will you marry me?"
~*
How many tmes had he thought that question? How many times had he imagined her possible answers? He imagined her getting angry with him, for thinking about marriage when a Dark Lord was coming to power. He imagined her being unsure, afraid to make hat commitment to him. He imagined her crying with happiness and throwing her arms around his neck. He imagined her laughing at him, thinking it was a joke.
What he had not, what he could not imagine was what really happened. For a moment her eyes shone so beautifully and brightly he felt he should shade his eyes from their light. Then she answered, simply, "Yes."
For a while James could only look at her. Whe he finally grasped the meaning of her answer, the world was perfect.
"Urgle!" he said. He buried his head in her neck and left it there, unable to say or do anything else.
"Urgle?" Lily exclaimed with a ringing laugh. He nodded, rubbing his lips against her skin; he hooked his thumbs underneath the straps of her camisole and pulled them down off her shoulder and kissed her, and they fell back on the floor laughing.
"What does 'urgle' mean?" Lily asked, smiling from ear to ear.
"It means, 'You will? You'll really marry me? When? Are we going to live at Godric's Hollow or somewhere else? Are we going to have children?
"Yes to everything."
"Yes to when?"
"Yes to you." James was lying on top of her, but he felt none of the lust he'd felt before, only love -- pure, happy love.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: One reviewer of this story, or maybe one of my other L/J stories, said this plot is overwritten and that it's just like everyone else's. I'm not angry with the person who wrote that -- I thank them because I really DO want to know what you think, so, actually, THANKS!! But I want to say that I know other people have probably written all of the above before, but I PROMISE, I PROMISE OTHER THINGS WILL START HAPPENING!! So bear with me! I beg you! I've just finished a future chapter called DEATH; but you have to read the next chapter, titled "Beginning of the End" first! So you gotta come back soon! And, as always, I BEG YOU TO REVIEW! pleasepleaseplease ^-^ miao Love, Emlyn]
