My words are the kisses I wish I’d said, but they say kisses don’t last, and words are never dead.
Her first kiss was with Remus Lupin in the halls heading to DADA, in first year. They had left lunch early so they could study, but had misjudged the distance between the library and the classroom and now were rushing to get to McGonagall's class before they were marked late. Remus's robes were a bit too long and Lily wasn't watching where she was putting her feet, her cheeks flushed with nervous excitement as they rushed through the corridors, avoiding being stepped on by older and larger students. Lily had caught the hem of Remus's robe under her shoe, pulling him down and then stumbling over him as he fell. Their books went every which way, her skirt flipped up almost to an embarrassing degree, and Remus looked absolutely mortified when he saw one of his books had fallen so a few pages were crumpled.
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Remus, I'm sorry," Lily blathered, her blush deepening as the two of them gathered their books and quills and ink -- luckily nothing had broke. At least that section of the hallway was relatively empty and they didn't have to worry about getting their fingers stepped upon.
Biting his lip and trying quickly to smooth out the pages in his History text, Remus smiled hesitantly over at the girl. "It's okay. We just, um, had better hurry up or else we'll really be late." He offered a hand up to Lily, the young boy's face earnest and open, a few years too early to feel awkward about touching a girl so pretty in any way.
Lily, though, felt her heart give a little leap as she took his hand and pulled herself up, clutching her books to her chest, a quill stuck behind her ear. On impulse, taking the courage that had put her into Gryffindor, she tipped forward as she stood and kissed Remus full on the lips. "Thanks!" The girl smiled happily, tilting back and pulling his hand as she started to run down the hallway again. If they didn't talk about it, if she kept them moving, then it'd just be a friendly gesture between friends.
And although Remus stilled for a moment or two before he allowed himself to be tugged along, he didn't bring it up again. And although Lily, later that week, confessed to Severus that she had kissed Remus Lupin, she never tried it again. Not after how upset Severus seemed or how good a friend Remus insisted on being. But it was a good kiss, for being so short and sweet and thoughtless.
Her last kiss with James was just as brief, but with a touch more feeling.
"So I'm coming over tonight," Lily warned with an arched eyebrow, tucking fingers through James's unruly hair and trying to smooth it down. "You had better clean up your flat at least a little, Mr. Potter."
Sirius whined even as he nuzzled Remus's neck in a manner that made the shorter boy flush and try to twist away. "Lily, he's only got a set amount of time left to be a bachelor. Let him live it up."
"It's clean! Clean-ish. Clean-ly," James protested, looking at Lily with hurt in his gray eyes. "Anyway, you don't come to see my kitchen floor, you come to see me! Right?"
Remus spoke up, then, saying easily, "Don't worry, Lily. I was there last night and they actually did a decent job cleaning up."
"It was supposed to be a surprise! Stop ruining all my surprises, Moons!" James complained, pushing his head into Lily's fingers.
"Are you two going to be there tonight?" Lily casually asked, glancing at the other couple.
Shaking his head, Sirius looked up from Remus's neck. "Nah, Lupin and I are going to the cinema. James warned me that there will be plenty of socks on the doorknob tonight, so I'm crashing with him."
"Wormtail might join us, too. For the cinema, I mean. Is that alright?" Remus asked, turning in his boyfriend's arms.
Lily, for her part, turned away from the other boys and looked James in the eye. "So, we'll be alone tonight, Mr. Potter?" She grinned, biting her lip, and he returned the lascivious look eagerly. "Not that I want to distract you from your upcoming game, but," Lily leaned in, whispering in James's ear as she lightly trailed her fingernails down his neck. "I've a surprise for you tonight. And I'm already wearing it."
The quiet, strangled noise from James was all the response Lily needed. She pulled away, her mischievous smile growing as she watched James try to regain his composure. "Well, sweetie, enjoy riding your broom." She darted in for a quick kiss, humming into it as he pulled her in with a rough hand on her hip.
"Ew, get a room! Gross, gross," Sirius complained loudly.
James let go of Lily, glaring at his flatmate. "Says the one basically making love to Remus's neck in the middle of the park. Get off, mate."
For his part, Remus grabbed Lily's hand and sighed. "Right, well, we don't want to keep you. Call me when you're done, Pads. Come on, Lily, I want to show you that bookstore."
Sirius blew a kiss, which Remus grabbed out of the air with a show of rolling his eyes, and Lily waggled her lingerie clad bum at James, who choked a little. Then the boys went to their Quidditch game, and Lily and Remus headed downtown.
It was almost cliche, the way Pietro murmured Italian as he kissed down Lily's neck, but she didn't mind. She ran her fingers through his short brown hair, breathing quickly as the man tongued her ear for a moment before whispering quiet phrases that she assumed were loving and poetic, before returning to kiss her deeply on the mouth.
Lily stopped herself from arching into him, pushing her back against the wall of his hotel room, sliding her hands down his back and -- fuck it, grabbing his ass, pulling their hips together. Oh, she needed this, she wanted this. Their tongues darted together and she breathed out his name, already feeling almost on the edge of everything.
Pietro was good at this. Not that Lily had much else to compare it to, since she had only slept with James before this, but a little while later, as she clutched at the sheets and bit at his lip, Lily was pretty convinced that Italians had a natural gift for sex. His fingers dancing down her sides, pinching a nipple, rubbing her clit -- right now, in the midst of things, Lily could even admit to herself that this might be better than any of the times with James. Later she would refuse that thought, because she had been in love with James and that made even the fumbling first times amazing, but right now? Oh Merlin, he knew where to go and what to do and --
But it was his kisses that really made the night. His tongue lightly swirling against hers, his lips soft but demanding, the feel of his breath and vibration of his words. Lily tried to keep up, to echo his masterful maneuvers. Luckily, over the next few days, she got a lot of practice.
Lily laughed suddenly, covering her mouth and ducking her head, at something Len had said. He looked pleased with himself, in that quiet way only he could. She grinned, quipping back, enjoying herself more than she had in the past -- well, probably since the last time the two of them had holed up for a quiet dinner.
The wine was good. A dark red, heavy, but more grounding than oppressive. It made her aware of herself, feel more in touch with everything around them. Like Len's lips. She felt very aware of his mouth as he talked, gesturing slightly with his fork, explaining something or other. Not for the first time, Lily wondered what it would be like to kiss Leonard McCoy. His lips really were great. Just beautiful and soft and -- oh, he had asked her a question.
She blinked, sitting up and replying as best as she could before distracting herself with a hefty bite of the coconut cake they had decided upon for dessert. Lily hoped the wine would serve as a good excuse for the flush rising in her cheeks, making her skin tone almost match the red of her hair. She knew better than to think on silly topics like that for too long. Len had been one of her most constant friends since she moved to San Francisco, and they had never even come close to going past that level of friendship. She should have dropped her silly crush years ago, but every time she tried, the man did something stupidly adorable and heartwarming, making it near impossible for her to move on. Maybe she ought to find another Pietro.
But, for now... Lily hugged her knees to herself, grinning into her glass of wine, as she listened to Len expound on the latest newsread that had pissed him off, watching his hands fly around and his eyes and -- oh, those lips.
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Remus, I'm sorry," Lily blathered, her blush deepening as the two of them gathered their books and quills and ink -- luckily nothing had broke. At least that section of the hallway was relatively empty and they didn't have to worry about getting their fingers stepped upon.
Biting his lip and trying quickly to smooth out the pages in his History text, Remus smiled hesitantly over at the girl. "It's okay. We just, um, had better hurry up or else we'll really be late." He offered a hand up to Lily, the young boy's face earnest and open, a few years too early to feel awkward about touching a girl so pretty in any way.
Lily, though, felt her heart give a little leap as she took his hand and pulled herself up, clutching her books to her chest, a quill stuck behind her ear. On impulse, taking the courage that had put her into Gryffindor, she tipped forward as she stood and kissed Remus full on the lips. "Thanks!" The girl smiled happily, tilting back and pulling his hand as she started to run down the hallway again. If they didn't talk about it, if she kept them moving, then it'd just be a friendly gesture between friends.
And although Remus stilled for a moment or two before he allowed himself to be tugged along, he didn't bring it up again. And although Lily, later that week, confessed to Severus that she had kissed Remus Lupin, she never tried it again. Not after how upset Severus seemed or how good a friend Remus insisted on being. But it was a good kiss, for being so short and sweet and thoughtless.
Her last kiss with James was just as brief, but with a touch more feeling.
"So I'm coming over tonight," Lily warned with an arched eyebrow, tucking fingers through James's unruly hair and trying to smooth it down. "You had better clean up your flat at least a little, Mr. Potter."
Sirius whined even as he nuzzled Remus's neck in a manner that made the shorter boy flush and try to twist away. "Lily, he's only got a set amount of time left to be a bachelor. Let him live it up."
"It's clean! Clean-ish. Clean-ly," James protested, looking at Lily with hurt in his gray eyes. "Anyway, you don't come to see my kitchen floor, you come to see me! Right?"
Remus spoke up, then, saying easily, "Don't worry, Lily. I was there last night and they actually did a decent job cleaning up."
"It was supposed to be a surprise! Stop ruining all my surprises, Moons!" James complained, pushing his head into Lily's fingers.
"Are you two going to be there tonight?" Lily casually asked, glancing at the other couple.
Shaking his head, Sirius looked up from Remus's neck. "Nah, Lupin and I are going to the cinema. James warned me that there will be plenty of socks on the doorknob tonight, so I'm crashing with him."
"Wormtail might join us, too. For the cinema, I mean. Is that alright?" Remus asked, turning in his boyfriend's arms.
Lily, for her part, turned away from the other boys and looked James in the eye. "So, we'll be alone tonight, Mr. Potter?" She grinned, biting her lip, and he returned the lascivious look eagerly. "Not that I want to distract you from your upcoming game, but," Lily leaned in, whispering in James's ear as she lightly trailed her fingernails down his neck. "I've a surprise for you tonight. And I'm already wearing it."
The quiet, strangled noise from James was all the response Lily needed. She pulled away, her mischievous smile growing as she watched James try to regain his composure. "Well, sweetie, enjoy riding your broom." She darted in for a quick kiss, humming into it as he pulled her in with a rough hand on her hip.
"Ew, get a room! Gross, gross," Sirius complained loudly.
James let go of Lily, glaring at his flatmate. "Says the one basically making love to Remus's neck in the middle of the park. Get off, mate."
For his part, Remus grabbed Lily's hand and sighed. "Right, well, we don't want to keep you. Call me when you're done, Pads. Come on, Lily, I want to show you that bookstore."
Sirius blew a kiss, which Remus grabbed out of the air with a show of rolling his eyes, and Lily waggled her lingerie clad bum at James, who choked a little. Then the boys went to their Quidditch game, and Lily and Remus headed downtown.
It was almost cliche, the way Pietro murmured Italian as he kissed down Lily's neck, but she didn't mind. She ran her fingers through his short brown hair, breathing quickly as the man tongued her ear for a moment before whispering quiet phrases that she assumed were loving and poetic, before returning to kiss her deeply on the mouth.
Lily stopped herself from arching into him, pushing her back against the wall of his hotel room, sliding her hands down his back and -- fuck it, grabbing his ass, pulling their hips together. Oh, she needed this, she wanted this. Their tongues darted together and she breathed out his name, already feeling almost on the edge of everything.
Pietro was good at this. Not that Lily had much else to compare it to, since she had only slept with James before this, but a little while later, as she clutched at the sheets and bit at his lip, Lily was pretty convinced that Italians had a natural gift for sex. His fingers dancing down her sides, pinching a nipple, rubbing her clit -- right now, in the midst of things, Lily could even admit to herself that this might be better than any of the times with James. Later she would refuse that thought, because she had been in love with James and that made even the fumbling first times amazing, but right now? Oh Merlin, he knew where to go and what to do and --
But it was his kisses that really made the night. His tongue lightly swirling against hers, his lips soft but demanding, the feel of his breath and vibration of his words. Lily tried to keep up, to echo his masterful maneuvers. Luckily, over the next few days, she got a lot of practice.
Lily laughed suddenly, covering her mouth and ducking her head, at something Len had said. He looked pleased with himself, in that quiet way only he could. She grinned, quipping back, enjoying herself more than she had in the past -- well, probably since the last time the two of them had holed up for a quiet dinner.
The wine was good. A dark red, heavy, but more grounding than oppressive. It made her aware of herself, feel more in touch with everything around them. Like Len's lips. She felt very aware of his mouth as he talked, gesturing slightly with his fork, explaining something or other. Not for the first time, Lily wondered what it would be like to kiss Leonard McCoy. His lips really were great. Just beautiful and soft and -- oh, he had asked her a question.
She blinked, sitting up and replying as best as she could before distracting herself with a hefty bite of the coconut cake they had decided upon for dessert. Lily hoped the wine would serve as a good excuse for the flush rising in her cheeks, making her skin tone almost match the red of her hair. She knew better than to think on silly topics like that for too long. Len had been one of her most constant friends since she moved to San Francisco, and they had never even come close to going past that level of friendship. She should have dropped her silly crush years ago, but every time she tried, the man did something stupidly adorable and heartwarming, making it near impossible for her to move on. Maybe she ought to find another Pietro.
But, for now... Lily hugged her knees to herself, grinning into her glass of wine, as she listened to Len expound on the latest newsread that had pissed him off, watching his hands fly around and his eyes and -- oh, those lips.