Jily: First kiss. For anon.
“It has to be romantic.” Lily Evans randomly blurted as she followed James away from the middle of the Qudditch pitch after a long morning of watching him practice. Their hands were joined and Lily gently swung their hands back and forth as they walked. Balanced on James’ opposite shoulder was his broom.
“Hmm?” James asked, glancing over at her with his eyebrows raised.
Realising that she’d blurted out her thoughts, Lily’s cheeks coloured. “Our first kiss, I mean. It has…it has to be romantic.”
James nodded, using his free hand to brush a lock of sweaty hair from his forehead. His shirt was also slightly damp from perspiration, making it cling to his figure more.
‘So then, darling Lily, what did you have in mind?” his eyes sparkled mischievously as he continued, “I was just going to snog you against the wall of the stands, in all honesty. You seem to have some grand plan though, so do tell, my love.”
The first response he received from the girl was an eye roll, followed by a shake of her head. She finally replied, “You’re obviously not the romantic type, Potter. Merlin, you tried to get me to go out with you for all those years, I was hoping for perhaps a little bit more effort. Like, Notebook grade romantic.”
James couldn’t suppress that cocky half smile of his. A plan appeared to be hatching right before her eyes. “Oh? So basically, you want me to pick you up and snog you senseless in the rain, Evans?”
“Oh merlin n-“
Lily was cut off as James scooped her around the middle, putting her straight over his shoulders. The broom was dropped to the floor and he rushed through the club-room, straight to the showers.
“See now, Evans, it is the middle of May and there hasn’t been any rain for quite a while. So…I’m improvising.” James called back to her, his tone gleefully playful.
Finally, her feet touched the ground once more and Lily had a split second to take in her surroundings. They were in one of the showers, James’ hand poised on the taps.
As soon as the water started, James moved closer to her. The two of them were drenched from head to toe in seconds and Lily was left gaping at him.
His hands wrapped around her waist, the other cupping her cheek. She opened her mouth to argue, but he shushed her and brought their lips together.
It was like everything before then had been in black and white. Lily could see colours, she could feel her heart soaring, and even though the water was cooler then she would have liked, his lips on hers made heat rush through her.
And Merlin, was James Potter a good kisser.