Jily Micro-Fic.
Prompt: Glasses
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James felt his breath catch as Lily Evans sat directly next to him at breakfast.
This had been an on and off event.
Most days she sat across from him, sending him small smiles and engaging in conversation with all of their now combined friends.
But then there were mornings like this.
Mornings she plopped down into the seat beside him, looking irritated and so completely exausted.
She didn't speak much these days, but James could feel her reactions, like a shift in her energy. And Godrick was he so in tune with her.
Every once in a while their shoulders would press together and neither of them would pull away. He waited, amazed with thrills of anticipation shooting through him. And she stayed, leaning against him as though she needed him for support.
It was especially her bad days that she sat directly next to him.
It didn't even matter who was on her other side, he was the constant.
He tried not to spin too many theories about what it could mean.
And today being one of those days, he waited for the moment their shoulders would touch, for the moment he could feel that thrill he'd been waiting half of his lifetime for.
But it didn't happen.
He felt a different sort of pressure on his shoulder that made him freeze.
Every cell in his body screaming, his lungs refusing to draw in a breath for fear of moving her.
She was resting her head on his shoulder.
She melted into him, like the action was familiar and comforting to her.
And he let her stay there for what felt like ages.
He had no idea what his expression must have looked like, but he was dimly aware of the amused smiles he received from their friends.
He couldn't bring himself to care.
Evans, Lily Evans, was laying on his shoulder.
After a particularly loud portion of conversation- which James could only participate in with stiff nods- Lily finally leaned away again, yawning and stretching her arms over her head.
Oh Merlin.
She'd fallen asleep on him.
He felt his heart thumping wildly in his chest.
"James?" Her quiet voice immediately drew him in and he turned, a reply to Remus' question dying on his tongue. It was rare she called him anything but Potter.
"Lily?" He tried the name, loving the way it felt to say out loud.
"I think I'm in love with you."
And just like that, his world was resting in her palms.
He couldn't pretend it wasn't always, but he definitely couldn't deny it now as he stared, wide-eyed and gaping at this girl, this beautiful girl that he loved ever so much.
"You do?" He whispered.
She nodded, "And I'd really like it if you would kiss me right about now."
A slow smile graced her face and he was struck. Struck with the need to have her in his arms, to hold her close to him and never let her go.
He waited a moment longer, searching her eyes to make sure she was certain.
When he found nothing but earnestness in their emerald color, he did.
He held her face between his hands, kissing her with every bit of love he could manage to pour into it.
They kissed for a long time, he couldn't even begin to guess how long, before she giggled quietly against his lips.
His glasses had slid down his nose, bumping against her cheeks.
He pulled away just long enough to tear them off his face, not caring where they landed as he tossed them on the table and pulled her back to deepen the kiss.
Her hands found themselves in his hair and his around her waist.
When they finally broke apart they stayed there for a while longer, leaning their foreheads against each other, breathing in every little detail they could.
"I love you, Lily Evans." He whispered.
She beamed up at him, "I know."
And nothing could break this moment, nothing could enter this little world they placed themselves in.
Nothing until Sirius cleared his throat,
"Uh... Prongs? You dropped your glasses in the oatmeal."
He exhaled a shaky laugh, leaning his head on her shoulder.
She laughed too, holding him close and running her hands along his back.
It would seem sudden to others, they knew that, but the space between them had been shifting for a long time now, and James was grateful to finally have the chance to hold her the way he'd always imagined.
In a world with every kind of flower imaginable, he could only ever see her.
Well, until he needed to clean off his glasses. He really couldn't see without those.
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