Holding Hands - Day One
Mannd1068
I do not own Harry Potter, shocking isn't it!
Snape scowled as he threw down the magazine he had been reading and sighed. He was tired; it had been a long day of teaching and grading, he was very glad tomorrow was Saturday. His eyes strayed over the bathroom door wondering what was taking her so long. The door opened and he caught his breath.
She was turning from flicking off the lights and froze at the look in his eyes. She smiled gently at him, and said very mischievously, "Like what you see Severus?"
The man growled and threw back the blankets as a clear invitation, "get in bed woman, I am tired."
"Oh!" She gave a mock pout, "Well if you're tired, maybe I should go and read in the living room." She began to turn to the bedroom door. Snape growled again and quickly got out of the bed and picked up his mischievous wife and put her on the bed, "why Severus, I thought you were tired." She blinked at him with 'innocent' eyes. He snorted and slowly began roving his hands over her thin nightgown and she groaned softly at his touch. His eyes glowed as he touched her, watched her and his hands were like fire as they drifted over the fabric and finally found the bottom of the nightshirt and drifted under it to the silky skin beneath.
Her hands drifted up to gently touch his back as he finally lowered his head to kiss her. The kiss was languid just as his hands were, his eyes going from drifting closed at the touches to watching her. He loved this time. Their honeymoon had been hot, frenzied and while satisfying, not as close to their relationship now. Before it had been an almost ham-handed groping, exploring each other to find all the hidden gems, now it was the gentle touch of a sure lover.
He broke the kiss to pull the nightshirt over her head and throw it somewhere over his shoulder and she opened lust darkened eyes to equally lust filled eyes, "Make love to me Severus," she said softly.
"With pleasure, wife," he said, his voice gravelly with his passion as he settled inbetween her thighs and pushed forward. They both moaned with equal pleasure at the sensation. Snape caught her hands with his and intwined their fingers as they moved together like fine orchestrated instruments.
Snape discovered he loved the afterglow just as much as the buildup and the act. He kissed forehead and rolled over onto his back, pulling her against his side, closing his eyes in contentment. She snuggled up against him, "I thought you were tired," she said teasingly and his lips quirked up in a smirk, she pulled herself closer to him and leaned her head up on one elbow to watch him. He opened one drowsy eye and looked at her. She reached over with her free hand and gently ran it down his large nose, "I love you, my potions master," she whispered and lowered her head back down to his shoulder, her arm settling on his chest. He reached up and covered her small hand with his much larger one and they both drifted off to sleep.