This is my first every fic so I hope you enjoy. Its a cute little pre-dating jily fluff fic
Christ, put some clothes on - Jily
School had only been back for two weeks and due to their new shared living quarters, James had already had his fair share of embarrassing encounters with Lily. From leaving his boxers in the common room (don’t ask him how they got there) to almost walking in on Lily in the shower, the past fortnight had not been easy on James’s poor heart. This however, this situation right now, might perhaps be the worst.
Following a particular hard training session, James simply wanted to sit on an armchair by the fire and finish the prefect round schedule. He was walking down the stairs after a shower when he saw her.
“Hi James” she states, her voice like honey.
“Er – hullo, hi Lily” James manages to stumble out.
“How was training?” she asks, making herself a cup of tea. She nods to James in question in which he shakes his head in response.
“It was… good. Yeah, and wet. Obviously, you can see that because it’s raining and yeah, so it was cold as well… because of the rain.” Honestly James is impressed he was able to reply to Lily at all given her state of dress.
She is just wearing a faded grey shirt that falls to her thighs and if she is wearing pants, James cannot tell. Not that that’s not okay, its night and if she doesn’t want to wear pants she doesn’t have to. She is allowed to wear what she wants. She lives here too, why should she be made to wear clothes that make her uncomfortable just for his sake?
They’re just pants.
It doesn’t bother James at all. Doesn’t bother him that he can see all of Lily’s pale legs with the firelight bouncing off them. That her legs travel all the way –
“Yeah, I can see that it’s raining.” She is smirking at him. Like she knows exactly what is going on inside his head. “What are you doing now?”
“Oh, I’m just finishing off the prefect schedules before our meeting in the morning.”
Lily smiles at this, and James cannot help the flutter the passes through him knowing that he caused that. The way her eyes crinkle slightly lets James know that the smile is genuine.
“Thats great! Let me know if you want me to look over it once you are done” she responds, crossing her arms. That is when James notices that she is not wearing a bra. This is officially too much, between her long golden legs and the fact that he is now confronted with her breasts James, needs a minute or two to himself.
“Christ, put some clothes on” he mutters to himself. How does anyone expect him to function as a head boy if he is to be confronted with this sight on a daily occurrence. Lily is simply gorgeous, and it is going to be an extremely long year if she looks like this every evening.
“Pardon”
Lily cuts through his thoughts and he realises he may have been a bit louder in his complaints that he anticipated. “Nothing, nothing” he can’t even look her in the eye. “Just talking to myself.”
Slowly she takes a step forward, and then another, until she is right in front of him, holding his eye contact, not giving him any option to look away. He can’t think straight knowing her breasts are right there and that there is only two thin layers of fabric between their chests and that she is not wearing a bra. And that she is not wearing pants, which means her legs keep on going, unprotected.
“Does my current outfit make you uncomfortable James?” she asks.
He gulps. “No, no, of course not, you can wear whatever you want, whatever you are most comfortable in. What I think shouldn’t matter.”
“And what is it that you think?” she is so close that he can count the number of freckles that are dusting her nose, and her green eyes are looking at him so intently that he can’t possibly lie to her.
“I think you are beautiful, but I think this outfit may be a bit too much for me to handle.” He blurts out.
She laughs, stepping back, and the coolness James feels at her loss of proximity, is remedied by the sound of her happiness.
“Well, I’ll have you know that I am wearing pants at the moment, so you don’t have to worry about that” he glances down to her legs again, slightly sad now that he knows they are not completely bare.
“But I’ll make sure I where a bra in the future” she whispers, walking past him towards her dormitory, giving him a whiff of her freshly washed hair. “Goodnight James.”
“Night Lil” he responds, sinking into the armchair, wonder how he will ever survive this year living with this temptress.
Here you go! Fair warning, there’s a bit of smut in this one.
Secret
The snogging starts almost by accident.
That’s what he’ll tell himself later anyway. He’ll be damned if he admits that he moved first in that moment.
James isn’t sure what triggers it exactly. All he knows is that one minute they’re arguing about an unresolved Heads issue, teeth gritted and tempers flaring, and the next he’s got her pressed up against a wall.
High against a wall.
Her legs are wrapped around his waist and his hands are gripping at her thighs. He’s kissing her like he intends to bruise her. Like he’s trying to break her, he’s so frustrated.
But that quickly melts away with the way her hand moves to tenderly cup his jaw, reining him in and making his movements slow until each kiss becomes longer than the last.
He’s aware after sometime that their eyes are open — having never shut in the first place — and he maintains eye contact as he opens his mouth, her own responding in kind, and watches the way the emerald green he’s been so fascinated with for years now starts to slowly give way to black.
She is gone for him.
He has been that way since fifteen.
A sudden movement catches them off guard, causing them to break apart in alarm. James turns, not letting Lily down just yet, but finds nothing there but an empty corridor.
“It’s probably just Peeves,” he reassures her because he can feel the way her legs are trembling around him.
She’s coming back to her senses and he hates when she does. He’s never in senseable territory when it comes to her judgments.
“Let me go,” she says, patting his shoulder. “Please, James.”
She rarely calls him James. Even after their newly established friendship last year, they had stuck to calling each other by their surnames out of pure habit.
He lets her down gingerly.
They stand there a bit awkwardly for a moment, Lily tugging the hem of her skirt to readjust it, before either of them speak again.
“I would like it very much if we never spoke about this again,” Lily says, her eyes downcast towards the stone floor. “I just — I can’t… I’m not in the right place for this.”
She gestures at James and he swallows his intensity for her.
My old man once said to me, “your thoughts are so random and unconnected. We were just talking about the carnival- how did you get started on wasps?”
So, I told him, “they’re not unconnected- we were talking about going to the carnival, and the carnival is on the same fairgrounds they used to use for the rodeo, and one time at the rodeo my brother spilled sprite on himself and a bee went up his shirt and stung him, and bees die when they sting, but wasps don’t, and I was wondering why, so I asked you.”
And he said, “that makes no sense,” and for the life of me I can’t understand how anyone thinks of anything if not by this exact process
This is how my mind works! I had a friend tell me they love talking with me because we start on one topic that leads to a tangent to another tangent which comes back to the original topic and then more tangents. He said its weird because somehow it all flows but the entire time he is there trying to figure out how.
Styling and Creative Direction: Mario Ville (Kattaca)
Makeup design and make up artist: Lewis Amarante for Kryolan and
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Makeup and hairdressing: Sergio Jiménez
Models: Ricardo Nkosi, Mary Ruiz, Lewis Amarante, Aya Gueye, Juana Mum, Karina Soro, Ruben Buika, Virginia Buika, Isabella Menam, Oliver
Lewis, Megane Mercury, Mendes Vieira, Claudia
Duharte, Taylor Oscar Ruiz, David Durrant, Marina Gomes, Oscar Chibuike, Guille Gibbs, Lil Bambina, Elian Coiscou and Tigi.
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