New Drabble: a better fate than wisdom
Title: a better fate than wisdom
Author: liebedance
Pairing: James/Lily
Rating: PG
Word Count: about 467
Warnings: None
Summary: Lily and James' first kiss
Author's Notes: Written for this prompt at lilyjames_fest. Not beta-ed, so all mistakes are my own.
When Lily imagined her first kiss with James - something she imagined more often than she would've liked - she thought of secluded corridors, midnight strolls on the shores of the lake, and stolen moments during Head duties. She imagined flowers and extensive displays of romance, mouths that worked in perfect synchrony and tongues that danced exquisite choreography.
She did not imagine this. Not the fumbling near misses or the awkward collision of her forehead with his glasses.
She hadn't planned it when they'd sat down to work on a Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment in the crowded common room. But James was staring down at his parchment, slight frown on his lips as he absent-mindedly tapped his quill against the table, and the oh-so-familiar thoughts of those lips on her lips started flowing through Lily's mind. And so, she stared, could not stop staring, could not bring herself to tear her gaze from those gorgeous, frowning lips and back to her drab Defense assignment.
It was when James looked up and caught her staring that Lily was finally able to avert her eyes. Blushing, she glanced deliberately at the floor. But, not before she saw James' frown slip easily into the familiar cocky smirk.
"Lily?" he asked, his voice full of amused questioning. "Staring at me again?"
"No," Lily stammered, her gaze fixed on the place where the carpet met the hearth, trying to force those thoughts from her mind. "I was just… looking… to see if…"
"Oh, okay," James quipped, widening his smirk to a grin and returning to his parchment. Seven seconds - seven extensively long seconds - later, and just as Lily was about to open her mouth to get his attention, James turned his head back to her.
"You sure about that?"
For reasons Lily didn't quite understand, those words sent another wave of imaginings through her mind. She could almost feel his lips on hers, their mouths moving in a complicated dance, her hands running through his characteristically messy hair, his hands the small of her back.
And, then, before she knew quite what she was doing, Lily was leaning forward, bringing her face closer to his. And James was turning his head - only, left instead of right - and her lips landed on the corner of his mouth. And as he moved to the right, Lily's temple clipped the side of his glasses.
Blushing more furiously than ever, Lily pulled back. James was staring at her intensely - eyes full of hope and desire and amusement.
"Rubbish kiss, that was," James whispered, a sincere smile forming on her face. "We should probably try that again."
"You wish," was Lily's response, but she was smiling, too.
No, this was nothing how Lily imagined it. But, then again, none of her fantasies had been nearly this good.
Author: liebedance
Pairing: James/Lily
Rating: PG
Word Count: about 467
Warnings: None
Summary: Lily and James' first kiss
Author's Notes: Written for this prompt at lilyjames_fest. Not beta-ed, so all mistakes are my own.
When Lily imagined her first kiss with James - something she imagined more often than she would've liked - she thought of secluded corridors, midnight strolls on the shores of the lake, and stolen moments during Head duties. She imagined flowers and extensive displays of romance, mouths that worked in perfect synchrony and tongues that danced exquisite choreography.
She did not imagine this. Not the fumbling near misses or the awkward collision of her forehead with his glasses.
She hadn't planned it when they'd sat down to work on a Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment in the crowded common room. But James was staring down at his parchment, slight frown on his lips as he absent-mindedly tapped his quill against the table, and the oh-so-familiar thoughts of those lips on her lips started flowing through Lily's mind. And so, she stared, could not stop staring, could not bring herself to tear her gaze from those gorgeous, frowning lips and back to her drab Defense assignment.
It was when James looked up and caught her staring that Lily was finally able to avert her eyes. Blushing, she glanced deliberately at the floor. But, not before she saw James' frown slip easily into the familiar cocky smirk.
"Lily?" he asked, his voice full of amused questioning. "Staring at me again?"
"No," Lily stammered, her gaze fixed on the place where the carpet met the hearth, trying to force those thoughts from her mind. "I was just… looking… to see if…"
"Oh, okay," James quipped, widening his smirk to a grin and returning to his parchment. Seven seconds - seven extensively long seconds - later, and just as Lily was about to open her mouth to get his attention, James turned his head back to her.
"You sure about that?"
For reasons Lily didn't quite understand, those words sent another wave of imaginings through her mind. She could almost feel his lips on hers, their mouths moving in a complicated dance, her hands running through his characteristically messy hair, his hands the small of her back.
And, then, before she knew quite what she was doing, Lily was leaning forward, bringing her face closer to his. And James was turning his head - only, left instead of right - and her lips landed on the corner of his mouth. And as he moved to the right, Lily's temple clipped the side of his glasses.
Blushing more furiously than ever, Lily pulled back. James was staring at her intensely - eyes full of hope and desire and amusement.
"Rubbish kiss, that was," James whispered, a sincere smile forming on her face. "We should probably try that again."
"You wish," was Lily's response, but she was smiling, too.
No, this was nothing how Lily imagined it. But, then again, none of her fantasies had been nearly this good.