Sorry if the different Point of you confused you, I'm going to do it
alternate. Anyway, thanks to the reviews, they were great. I know the
chapter is quite short but I think that I finally know where I'm going with
the story so it should be updated sooner from now on.
Home is where the heart is
'A very long mission.'
*****Lily POV*****
Eyes closed, breathing quiet, slow down thoughts........... Shouldn't I be asleep now?
Sighing in frustration I open my eyes and turn on to my side looking over the side of the bed, only to see James looking at me intently and for some reason a smile automatically becomes present on my face.
"Can't sleep," he asks me quietly, even in this dreadful light; in this dreadful place, I still find him absolutely amazing.
"Neither can you by the looks of it," I reply quietly, before turning my gaze to Sirius sleeping on the couch. "He doesn't seem to behaving any trouble," I say grumpily, with my eyes narrowing. As soon as I say it, I hear a chuckle coming from James and my anger disperses instantly.
We were all sharing a room in 'Wallmen's holiday inn', thanks to some stupid art festival in town and no other rooms were available. I took the bed instantly and Sirius then called couch. James said he'd sleep on the floor. Naturally I offered to share the bed as soon as Sirius was out of earshot. But James had confessed that sleeping next to me on a bed without being allowed to touch me would be worse than having to sleep on the floor; this was going to be a long mission. And besides it was only for one night, we were going to leave in the morning, as this was when the next coach left for the area we were assigned too. The death eaters wouldn't pay attention to muggle transport, unless they were going to attack it.
"I hate this," he whispers quietly.
"So do I, but hopefully soon, when we get the right Intel we can stop the death eaters and..." I reply.
"Not that. This; us." He interrupts me waving his hands around, and I swear my heart stops. He can't be saying.... Because he promised me, earlier today he would never leave.
"What? Do you...you not want us to be together," I somehow mange to say, as breathing is becoming harder.
"Of course I want us to be together," he replies immediately and I could feel hurt in his reply, as though he was hurt that I doubted us. He gets up and kneels by the bed grabbing my hand. "I just hate that we're not supposed to be together."
"I hate it too," I admit softly.
"I hate not being able to hold you and kiss you," he carries on. "I hate having to pretend that we're just friends and having to maintain a casual space between us when we're talking or even sitting near one another in public. That's what I hate about us Lil'."
I take a deep breath and let it out, not once taking my eyes away from his. "I've been in love with you for years, since I was fifteen and when we started going out, I was over the moon; I was happy. It didn't matter to me that we were keeping it a secret, but its getting harder Lily; it's getting harder to stop kissing you and harder to let you go."
"I know what you mean," I whisper in conformation and the silence that follows feels deadly.
Thank Merlin Sirius' mumbling cut through the silence. "Don't let the frogs escape."
"What the..." I say to James,
"Do not ask me to interpret the thoughts of my best friend, it's too disturbing," James replies complete with a fake shudder. I laugh, glad of the tension breaker.
"We should really get some sleep," I say.
"Yeah, we should." He replies, but makes no move to do so. Still kneeling by the bed, looking deeply into my eyes.
I close my eyes and say, "Night James"
"Night Lil'," he replies and I feel him place a kiss on the top of my head. Then he whispers into my ear, "don't let the bed bugs bite."
For some reason sleep comes a lot easier to me now; now that James has tucked me in, to a certain extent.
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"How much longer?" Sirius replies, mimicking a whining kid that was sitting a few seats in front of us on the coach.
"Not long now son," James replies, and I feel giggles threatening to erupt at the interaction. It's been going on for an hour at least, Sirius the kid, James the doting Father. I bet James would make a great dad. He'd be the loose one and I'd probably be the uptight Mother.
Where did that come from? I've never even thought about kids before; I've never even thought of James being the Father type before. Great if I'm thinking things like this, it must be getting serious. But, it's not a problem until I start thinking of baby names.
"Lily!" I hear a voice say interrupting these thoughts.
"What?"
"We're here," James replies. I hadn't even realised that, the vehicle had stopped moving, and I smile sheepishly.
James stands up and grabs my hand luggage from the overhead carrier, which he then offers to carry for me.
"Sirius is sorting the accommodation out," he says, walking with me off the coach. So that's where he's disappeared too.
Knowing that we won't be interrupted, I pull James by the arm to a secluded area. I stand on my toes and brush my lips across his. He drops the bags' he's carrying and winds his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him, opening his mouth wide against mine. I needed this, a kiss, a kiss from James. And I know the analogy is dreadful, but I needed James in the way I need oxygen to breathe. And as my hands run through his hair, he subtly pushes me to lean against the wall, never letting his lips stay longer tan a second away from mine.
Unfortunately, whatever we had going on would have to wait as I could hear Sirius calling our names. James pulls away and whispers, "This is definitely going to be a long trip." He squeezes my waist slightly before letting me go and then he drags a hand through his hair and I laugh at him, he'll never break that habit.
Home is where the heart is
'A very long mission.'
*****Lily POV*****
Eyes closed, breathing quiet, slow down thoughts........... Shouldn't I be asleep now?
Sighing in frustration I open my eyes and turn on to my side looking over the side of the bed, only to see James looking at me intently and for some reason a smile automatically becomes present on my face.
"Can't sleep," he asks me quietly, even in this dreadful light; in this dreadful place, I still find him absolutely amazing.
"Neither can you by the looks of it," I reply quietly, before turning my gaze to Sirius sleeping on the couch. "He doesn't seem to behaving any trouble," I say grumpily, with my eyes narrowing. As soon as I say it, I hear a chuckle coming from James and my anger disperses instantly.
We were all sharing a room in 'Wallmen's holiday inn', thanks to some stupid art festival in town and no other rooms were available. I took the bed instantly and Sirius then called couch. James said he'd sleep on the floor. Naturally I offered to share the bed as soon as Sirius was out of earshot. But James had confessed that sleeping next to me on a bed without being allowed to touch me would be worse than having to sleep on the floor; this was going to be a long mission. And besides it was only for one night, we were going to leave in the morning, as this was when the next coach left for the area we were assigned too. The death eaters wouldn't pay attention to muggle transport, unless they were going to attack it.
"I hate this," he whispers quietly.
"So do I, but hopefully soon, when we get the right Intel we can stop the death eaters and..." I reply.
"Not that. This; us." He interrupts me waving his hands around, and I swear my heart stops. He can't be saying.... Because he promised me, earlier today he would never leave.
"What? Do you...you not want us to be together," I somehow mange to say, as breathing is becoming harder.
"Of course I want us to be together," he replies immediately and I could feel hurt in his reply, as though he was hurt that I doubted us. He gets up and kneels by the bed grabbing my hand. "I just hate that we're not supposed to be together."
"I hate it too," I admit softly.
"I hate not being able to hold you and kiss you," he carries on. "I hate having to pretend that we're just friends and having to maintain a casual space between us when we're talking or even sitting near one another in public. That's what I hate about us Lil'."
I take a deep breath and let it out, not once taking my eyes away from his. "I've been in love with you for years, since I was fifteen and when we started going out, I was over the moon; I was happy. It didn't matter to me that we were keeping it a secret, but its getting harder Lily; it's getting harder to stop kissing you and harder to let you go."
"I know what you mean," I whisper in conformation and the silence that follows feels deadly.
Thank Merlin Sirius' mumbling cut through the silence. "Don't let the frogs escape."
"What the..." I say to James,
"Do not ask me to interpret the thoughts of my best friend, it's too disturbing," James replies complete with a fake shudder. I laugh, glad of the tension breaker.
"We should really get some sleep," I say.
"Yeah, we should." He replies, but makes no move to do so. Still kneeling by the bed, looking deeply into my eyes.
I close my eyes and say, "Night James"
"Night Lil'," he replies and I feel him place a kiss on the top of my head. Then he whispers into my ear, "don't let the bed bugs bite."
For some reason sleep comes a lot easier to me now; now that James has tucked me in, to a certain extent.
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"How much longer?" Sirius replies, mimicking a whining kid that was sitting a few seats in front of us on the coach.
"Not long now son," James replies, and I feel giggles threatening to erupt at the interaction. It's been going on for an hour at least, Sirius the kid, James the doting Father. I bet James would make a great dad. He'd be the loose one and I'd probably be the uptight Mother.
Where did that come from? I've never even thought about kids before; I've never even thought of James being the Father type before. Great if I'm thinking things like this, it must be getting serious. But, it's not a problem until I start thinking of baby names.
"Lily!" I hear a voice say interrupting these thoughts.
"What?"
"We're here," James replies. I hadn't even realised that, the vehicle had stopped moving, and I smile sheepishly.
James stands up and grabs my hand luggage from the overhead carrier, which he then offers to carry for me.
"Sirius is sorting the accommodation out," he says, walking with me off the coach. So that's where he's disappeared too.
Knowing that we won't be interrupted, I pull James by the arm to a secluded area. I stand on my toes and brush my lips across his. He drops the bags' he's carrying and winds his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him, opening his mouth wide against mine. I needed this, a kiss, a kiss from James. And I know the analogy is dreadful, but I needed James in the way I need oxygen to breathe. And as my hands run through his hair, he subtly pushes me to lean against the wall, never letting his lips stay longer tan a second away from mine.
Unfortunately, whatever we had going on would have to wait as I could hear Sirius calling our names. James pulls away and whispers, "This is definitely going to be a long trip." He squeezes my waist slightly before letting me go and then he drags a hand through his hair and I laugh at him, he'll never break that habit.