What he'd been expecting, he couldn

What he'd been expecting, he couldn't be sure, as he pressed his lips to the other's, ignoring the stifled question and swallowing the undignified yelp. He continued the chaste kiss, wondering at the dryness, the slightly chapped quality of Severus's lips and the clean, crisp scent of his skin, offset by the dull, almost floral scent of his hair. It reminded him of fall – a scent of decay, but not unpleasant. The prickling beneath his skin intensified, then subsided abruptly when the other began to pull away insistently. Suddenly hyper-aware of the other, he leaned back enough to breathe across his face, meeting his wide eyes solemnly, scanning his face for his reaction. Shock was predominant, but it was quickly giving way to eye-brightening anger. Colour rushed to his cheeks as he yanked away from the Gryffindor, tripping over himself to stand and move away from him. James rose shakily, stepping forward, one hand half raised in supplication.

"Severus-"

"What the hell are you playing at, Potter! W-what are you – why-" He tripped over the pile of books and stumbled back into the tree; James capitalized on his unsteadiness and pressed forward, pinning him to the tree, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Stop," he breathed, eyes running over his features.

"Stop," he repeated, leaning forward until their foreheads touched and he could smell the other's breath.

"I didn't...didn't mean anything by it-" He stopped, and shook his head, a broken laugh burbling up from his chest.

"No, that's not true. It wasn't..." He took a shuddering breath and licked his lips, aware of the other's harsh breathing and mounting panic.

"I wasn't planning on kissing you, Severus." He read the panic in his eyes clearly and swallowed hard past the lump that appeared in his throat, fingers closing around the other's wrists.

"This isn't a joke, Sev-"

"Then what the hell is it!" hissed the Slytherin, craning his neck away from the other as much as he could.

"It can't be anything but a sick prank, knowing you!" he continued in hushed tones, eyes darting around them, looking anywhere but at the Gryffindor, his entire form tense. James carefully released him and stepped back, but not far enough for him to bolt, hands hovering near his arms.

"It's not a prank," he replied slowly, searching the other's eyes.

"It's...not a joke, or a prank, or anything like that," he reiterated, stepping closer again and raising a hand as if to touch Severus's cheek, hand hovering just above his skin but not touching.

"I just wanted to," he breathed, leaning in. The Slytherin's eyes widened again, but he didn't lean away as the Gryffindor pressed another hesitant kiss to his mouth. He didn't move, barely breathed, as if afraid of encouraging the other. James gently cupped the back of his head and pulled him closer, lacing his fingers slowly through his hair, one arm winding around his waist. He finally pulled back, sliding his arms around Severus's waist and staring into his eyes, his breathing shallow.

"Kiss you..." he murmured belatedly, eyes dropping. The Slytherin remained stiff in his embrace even as he manoeuvred them to the ground, carefully spooning the other. He barely moved, even when the other tried to coax him closer, or even loosened his grip, silently inviting him to flee if he was truly too scared to stay, but he couldn't bring himself to. James pressed hesitant kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders, occasionally pulling his hands away to massage his shoulders, murmuring incoherent nonsense under his breath in as soothing a tone as he could manage.

They didn't move; the sun was setting and James knew his friends would be looking for him, possibly already were, but the lulling fog in his mind was gone, leaving behind an odd contentedness he could only attribute to the Slytherin in his arms. He let one hand wander out until it brushed old parchment, and carefully dragged the book over, glancing over Severus's shoulder at the faded text.

'We will find a brighter sun

As our secrets come undone

Now the boundaries of our love need a new heaven, a new earth

Our hearts in the hands of time'

"He says it came to him in a dream," came a muffled comment from in front of him. He looked down at the Slytherin.

"Hmm?" Severus shifted in his arms, forcing him to sit up some.

"Sunroyale. He said it was proof of his theory that we can hear the echoes of the future, paradoxical as it may be, because magic grants us an eternal bond through time. Never says why, just that it's true," he explained, trailing his fingers over the ancient parchment. James hummed in reply and dropped his head to nuzzle Severus's hair absently, startling a baffled laugh from the other. He grinned and hugged him close, letting his eyes drift closed and inhaling leaned away, twisting awkwardly to meet his eyes. James stared back at him, unwilling to relinquish the other to the world just yet, but sensing the questions, the unease, the wariness in the other as if he fel

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Những gì ông đã hy vọng, anh ta không thể chắc chắn, như ông ép đôi môi của mình cho người khác, bỏ qua các câu hỏi stifled và nuốt undignified yelp. Ông tiếp tục những nụ hôn còn trong trắng, tự hỏi lúc khô, chất lượng hơi nứt nẻ môi của Severus và sạch, sắc nét mùi da, bù đắp bởi ngu si đần độn, hầu như hoa mùi hương của mái tóc của mình. Nó nhắc nhở ông về mùa thu-một hương thơm của phân rã, nhưng không phải khó chịu. Prickling bên dưới làn da của mình tăng cường, sau đó giảm xuống đột ngột khi khác bắt đầu kéo đi insistently. Đột nhiên siêu nhận thức khác, ông cúi trở lại đủ để thở trên khuôn mặt của mình, gặp đôi mắt rộng đã long trọng, quét khuôn mặt của mình cho các phản ứng của mình. Cú sốc đã chiếm ưu thế, nhưng nó đã nhanh chóng đưa ra cách để sáng mắt tức giận. Màu đổ xô vào má của mình như ông yanked từ Gryffindor, tripping qua chính mình để đứng và di chuyển ra khỏi anh ta. James shakily, tăng bước về phía trước, một tay một nửa lớn lên ở supplication."Severus-""Những gì các địa ngục là bạn chơi ở, Potter! W - những gì bạn có-tại sao-"ông vấp trên đống sách và vấp trở thành cây; James viết hoa trên unsteadiness của mình và ép về phía trước, pinning anh ta để cây, bấm một ngón tay để đôi môi của mình."Dừng lại", ông hít, mắt chạy trên các tính năng của mình."Ngừng," ông lặp đi lặp lại, nghiêng về phía trước cho đến khi trán của họ xúc động và ông có thể ngửi thấy hơi thở của nhau."Tôi không biết... không có nghĩa là bất cứ điều gì bởi nó-" Anh ta dừng lại, và lắc đầu, cười vỡ burbling từ ngực của mình."Không, đó là không đúng. Nó không phải là..." Ông lấy một hơi thở shuddering và licked đôi môi của mình, nhận thức của người kia là khắc nghiệt hơi thở và gắn kết hoảng loạn."Tôi đã không lên kế hoạch hôn bạn, Severus." Ông đọc hoảng loạn trong mắt rõ ràng và nuốt khó khăn qua một lần xuất hiện trong cổ họng của mình, ngón tay đóng cửa quanh cổ tay của nhau."Đây không phải là một trò đùa, Sev-""Sau đó những gì địa ngục có!" hissed Slytherin, craning cổ của mình ra khỏi khác càng nhiều càng tốt, ông có thể."Nó không thể cứ một prank bệnh, biết bạn!" ông tiếp tục trong âm hushed, mắt xuôi xung quanh họ, tìm kiếm ở bất cứ đâu nhưng tại Gryffindor, mình thì toàn bộ dạng. James một cách cẩn thận phát hành anh ta và bước trở lại, nhưng không đủ xa cho anh ta để bolt, tay lơ lửng gần cánh tay của mình."Nó không phải là một prank," ông trả lời chậm, tìm kiếm khác của mắt."It's .không phải một trò đùa, hoặc một prank hoặc bất cứ điều gì như vậy," ông khẳng định, bước tiến gần hơn một lần nữa và nuôi một bàn tay như thể để liên lạc Severus của má, tay lơ lửng trên làn da của mình nhưng không chạm vào."Tôi chỉ muốn," ông hít, nghiêng trong. Đôi mắt của Slytherin mở rộng một lần nữa, nhưng ông đã không gầy đi như Gryffindor ép một nụ hôn do dự để miệng của mình. Ông đã không di chuyển, hiếm khi hít, như thể sợ khuyến khích khác. James nhẹ nhàng cupped phía sau đầu của mình và kéo anh ta gần gũi hơn, dải may nẹp các ngón tay của mình từ từ qua mái tóc của mình, một trong những cánh tay uốn lượn xung quanh eo của mình. Ông cuối cùng đã trở lại, Trượt cánh tay của mình xung quanh eo của Severus và nhìn chằm chằm vào đôi mắt của mình, mình thở nông."Kiss you..." he murmured belatedly, eyes dropping. The Slytherin remained stiff in his embrace even as he manoeuvred them to the ground, carefully spooning the other. He barely moved, even when the other tried to coax him closer, or even loosened his grip, silently inviting him to flee if he was truly too scared to stay, but he couldn't bring himself to. James pressed hesitant kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders, occasionally pulling his hands away to massage his shoulders, murmuring incoherent nonsense under his breath in as soothing a tone as he could manage.They didn't move; the sun was setting and James knew his friends would be looking for him, possibly already were, but the lulling fog in his mind was gone, leaving behind an odd contentedness he could only attribute to the Slytherin in his arms. He let one hand wander out until it brushed old parchment, and carefully dragged the book over, glancing over Severus's shoulder at the faded text.'We will find a brighter sunAs our secrets come undoneNow the boundaries of our love need a new heaven, a new earthOur hearts in the hands of time'"He says it came to him in a dream," came a muffled comment from in front of him. He looked down at the Slytherin."Hmm?" Severus shifted in his arms, forcing him to sit up some."Sunroyale. He said it was proof of his theory that we can hear the echoes of the future, paradoxical as it may be, because magic grants us an eternal bond through time. Never says why, just that it's true," he explained, trailing his fingers over the ancient parchment. James hummed in reply and dropped his head to nuzzle Severus's hair absently, startling a baffled laugh from the other. He grinned and hugged him close, letting his eyes drift closed and inhaling leaned away, twisting awkwardly to meet his eyes. James stared back at him, unwilling to relinquish the other to the world just yet, but sensing the questions, the unease, the wariness in the other as if he fel