As he felt Lily's touch run down his arm, he turned to look over his shoulder just in time to catch her yell 'GOTCHA! Blake's face bursting into a wide smile. He turned his broom around and sped off after her, finding it rahter difficult to keep up with her; she was a great flyer. Feeling his hair ruffling in the wind as he sped off, he couldn't help but gaze at Lily longingly, with every hint of admiration. Keeping his focus set on trying to catch her, he zoomed to her the right side of her and kept up with her speed, with some great difficulty too. Turning to steal another glimsp of Lily, with her hair billowing through the wind, and noticing the way her face was set in a manner of comforting ease [godmoding i hope not..?]. Letting his left hand free of the broom handle, he reached over, leaning slightly on his broom, and tapped any inch of Lily he could reach. Lost of any sense of words to say just then, he hoped she'd felt that because he dived under, did a U-turn and sped off down the opposite direction. A move he'd seen Lily perform during teir last Quidditch Practice. Turning to look back at her over his shoulder, he yelled, "YOU'RE IT!!" just to be sure. Sneering slightly to himself, he sped off jeering left and right in an attempt to through her off, had she been following him or not.