AN- okay, this is a little two-shot, it is based on the song Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer. if you read the lyrics, it might be a little more clear... have fun with it!

DISCLAIMER- HEEEEY, i dont own Harry Potter or the DNA that created him! and...even though the ong isnt in here, im disclaimering it too, just in case. i dont own the lyrics to Addicted to Love, either.

Lily Evans was an addict. That was the fact of the matter.

Right now, her eyes were focusing in and out as she closed them, then opened them. The world was spinning and too small, it closed in on her, her chest didn't have enough room to expand with each breath. She struggled to move, fighting against the fabrication of the universe, stuck to her fix, moving with it.

Somewhere in her subconscious, Lily understood. This controlled her mind. She couldn't use it anymore. But this feeling was so muted, buried within tunnels and colors and swirling, spiraling down…

In this suspended, half conscious state, Lily could feel her heart sweating with need and passion. Her body was shaking, violently, yet pleasurably. Just one more…and she would be lost forever.

The past few days she hadn't been able to sleep for thinking about this. No food interested her. When she didn't have a headache or wasn't depressed, pacing, or trying to get her mind off it, she would sit, digging her hands in her hair, facing the reality. She was in so deep.

Back to the present, Lily was still fighting for breath, what with the world constricting her and then the fact her throat was so tight she couldn't even breathe through her nose. Her conscious observed, the final jumping point was about to arrive.

Before her first time, Lily knew that she would never fall for such folly. This wasn't for her, she enjoyed watching her friends dabbling with it, and helping them with their problems, but she never thought her mental immune system would crash like this.

Then he had told her the truth, she couldn't get enough of the stuff. Lily had gotten angry, more upset than she usually did. She had gotten close, about to let loose a fly of furious rebuttal, when he did anything before she could exhale. Then she was hooked.

He had dauntingly told her to face the facts, which made her blush and grin before half-heartedly resuming the battle.

She had seen the signs, she was seeing them now. Except now, her senses were buried, so she couldn't even read them.

Like she wanted to. Which James knew very well. Not that he was complaining, as she was the one making out with him on the couch.

And as he knew this, he could grin against her lips, he could feel her heart beating double fast beneath him. He knew about the jumping point too. One more kiss...

That boy has a one track mind.

Lily broke contact and sucked in the little air she could manage as James began to attack her neck. All of that trying to retain a sane thought was beginning to affect her judgment. She half wished someone would come, save her, bring her back to reality. But as James moved to just below her jawbone, she knew there was no saving her. She was a lost cause.

All she wanted was another searing kiss. That was what she needed, she needed a piece of James' crazy, taking her straight off the deep end.

James smiled against the skin her off-the-shoulder shirt exposed. No harm in finally getting what they both wanted. Lily felt his smile, his lips tickled a little bit, making her shiver. Taking this as an opportunity, James moved up and proceeded to kiss her a bit more sweetly, but with no less fire.

And Lily was gone. Her heart was set, irrevocably. She didn't mind too much.

AN- YAAAY! okay, there's a second little one after this.