fic: harry potter, lily/james, g, 409 words
we need to feel breathless with love (and not collapse under its weight)
harry potter. lily/james. g. 409 words.
her body burns with the electricity and she wants to fly up, up, up.
she’s never liked to lie on the grass, reminds her of that time her father and her spent the entire afternoon rolling on the grass and couldn’t sleep later than night because all her body prickled with the memories of it. now it’s not her father, but her boyfriend, and he’s already there, resting on the blanket of green, his arms folded, resting his head on them. eyes closed and soft breathing, it’s a treat too tempting for her to resist: she kneels down to peck him on the lips, such a cute little boy that he is, but he peers through one of his eyes and catches her before she has time to shout; arms and hands and hair all tangle up and become one messy, intangible thing. she’s trapped, lies beside him, unable to get out of his arms that hold her like a prison’s cell, and she can’t help but wonder - when did he get so strong?
she feels his breath and pants and gasps on the back of her neck, the hot air leaves goosebumps all down her spine. he pulls her closer, just a little bit closer, never losens the grip he has on her, and murmurs in her ear. "you," he breathes, “are the only thing that makes sense, lily.” can he notice that there are so many other things than the words he speaks, there are lives and hearts and universes hanging in the air around them? her body burns with the electricity and she wants to fly up, up, up. her toes curl involuntarily and she can hear, above everything else, the faint whistling from inside the kitchen, the water she put for tea boils and sings in reminder. the birds chirp, the leaves rustle and if she squints her eyes a little bit, she can see a rainbow behind those pines, even if the sun reigns the sky on his own today.
she shifts, turns, faces him, looks at him, blinks, hesitates, caresses him, batts her eyelashes, giggles, blushes. quietens.
breathes. sniffles. even weeps a little bit, because the world seems to be so full of lies and green lightning and death and it’s all too devastating.
but she lives.(lives, lives, LIVES.) is alive. kissing and moving and singing and just living.
her heart beats, and she remembers.
(that those three words are said too much
but not enough.)
"i love you."
she had forgotten how nice the grass smells.
title and quote from snow patrol's it's beginning to get to me.
harry potter. lily/james. g. 409 words.
her body burns with the electricity and she wants to fly up, up, up.
she’s never liked to lie on the grass, reminds her of that time her father and her spent the entire afternoon rolling on the grass and couldn’t sleep later than night because all her body prickled with the memories of it. now it’s not her father, but her boyfriend, and he’s already there, resting on the blanket of green, his arms folded, resting his head on them. eyes closed and soft breathing, it’s a treat too tempting for her to resist: she kneels down to peck him on the lips, such a cute little boy that he is, but he peers through one of his eyes and catches her before she has time to shout; arms and hands and hair all tangle up and become one messy, intangible thing. she’s trapped, lies beside him, unable to get out of his arms that hold her like a prison’s cell, and she can’t help but wonder - when did he get so strong?
she feels his breath and pants and gasps on the back of her neck, the hot air leaves goosebumps all down her spine. he pulls her closer, just a little bit closer, never losens the grip he has on her, and murmurs in her ear. "you," he breathes, “are the only thing that makes sense, lily.” can he notice that there are so many other things than the words he speaks, there are lives and hearts and universes hanging in the air around them? her body burns with the electricity and she wants to fly up, up, up. her toes curl involuntarily and she can hear, above everything else, the faint whistling from inside the kitchen, the water she put for tea boils and sings in reminder. the birds chirp, the leaves rustle and if she squints her eyes a little bit, she can see a rainbow behind those pines, even if the sun reigns the sky on his own today.
she shifts, turns, faces him, looks at him, blinks, hesitates, caresses him, batts her eyelashes, giggles, blushes. quietens.
breathes. sniffles. even weeps a little bit, because the world seems to be so full of lies and green lightning and death and it’s all too devastating.
but she lives.(lives, lives, LIVES.) is alive. kissing and moving and singing and just living.
her heart beats, and she remembers.
(that those three words are said too much
but not enough.)
"i love you."
she had forgotten how nice the grass smells.
title and quote from snow patrol's it's beginning to get to me.