It's hard not to notice how much James has matured over the summer break. He has matured physically - he's shot up three or four inches (is he a tree or something?), his skin is now sun-kissed and tanned (that gives her a complex) and he has definitely gotten toned - not like a body-builder, but just a subtle bulge against his shirt (and oh, when he rolls up his sleeves, she dies and goes to heaven. Those forearms are so - so -)
But it's not just all physical. If it were just that, she would've gotten over it a while ago. But the part that sticks to her the most - his mental maturity.
He takes notes for her when she falls asleep - which is more often than not, because somehow her schedule has more patrol hours than it should - and he painstakingly coaches her as she does her homework, sitting up late with her and explaining the theorems with utmost patience. All so she wouldn't fall behind. And somewhere, he'd stopped accosting her for a date.
And fucking hell, that makes her more attracted to him than ever before.
(Secretly, she hopes he's the one who ignites her soulmate mark.)
Somewhere along the line, that attraction manifests into oh god I've got to fuck you before I die. It pulses through her veins, fills her entire being, to the point where it interferes with her attention span - she can't go a single class without envisioning dirty scenarios, in which he takes her heart, mind, and virginity with one go.
(Yes, she's still a virgin, not every girl has to be taken by sixteen.)
It only gets worse as time passes. He becomes more and more snog-able and she has to fight back the rising wave of desire.
It all reaches the climax (ha, see the pun there? She really is sexually frustrated) in the library - the most sacred of places.
He's sitting across from her, engrossed in some equation, and drumming his fingers on the table. Her eyes are drawn to the movement, entranced by the slender curve of his fingers.
Merlin, is it really so easy to be turned on by fingers?
Her eyes climb up to his shoulder (thank Godric his forearms aren't exposed) and tiptoe to his neck, and then pull up to his face. His jaw is relaxed and the corner of his mouth is quirked upwards.
Her eyes then crawl down to his shirt, where he's popped open a few buttons, so she can see straight down it, and holy shit is his chest sexy.
(Oh my god, she is so turned on.)
Lily squeaks, shutting her book with a loud thud and earning her a reproachful look from Pince. James looks up, his hazel eyes sparkling with interest.
"Something on your mind?" he inquires innocently, not privy to the sexual fantasies she has in mind. "You seem distracted."
Lily fights back a flush. "Ummm," she stalls, searching her brain, "I have to go - look for a book."
"Ooookay," James draws out the word, raising his eyebrow.
Lily loses it then. "Come with me," she orders, grabbing him by his stupid, stupid shirt collar and dragging him from his chair. She pulls him into the back of the library, behind the history bookshelves, and abruptly releases him.
"Er, Evans?' James's forehead is creased with uncertainty. "Are you-"
"Shut up," she orders roughly, and he looks startled but complies. "You don't have any idea how much you're tormenting me, are you? With your stupid unbuttoned shirt and your bloody hair-ruffling and your goddamned smirk and - mmph!"
The timing is weird, she's in the middle of her tirade, but it doesn't matter anyway, because she forgets all about it.
Buggering hell…
And he's pushed her up against the bookshelves and snogging her senseless, his front grinding against hers and her hands tangling in his hair, and fuck, this isn't enough, she wants more, more, more-
"POTTER! EVANS!" Lily has never moved so fast, but she rips herself away from James to meet the scorching glare of Madam Pince.
Great. Now everyone will know what she did and she will a horrible, terrible slag for acting on her whims, snogging James Potter behind the bookshelves.
But she finds that she doesn't care. Her soulmate mark is aflame, burning like an inferno.
It's James, who'd lit her up like a lantern, and she's couldn't be happier.
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Romance Awareness Month - You don't realise that you've met your soulmate until you're having a VERY intimate moment with them. However they realise that they've met their soulmate is up to you, but they KNOW. (I tweaked the last part a bit? He doesn't know anything.)
