Severus hummed quietly to himself, while preparing dinner for himself, and his husband Sirius Black, technically Sirius Black-Snape now, but we won't be picky. Sirius, who was currently sitting out in the living room, in front of the nice cozy fire. Severus wondered how anyone could sit that close to a fire, and still complain about it being cold.
"A love you, a bushel, and a peck, hmm hmmm," he continued to hum and sing while he was making dinner, not used to the pleasant sound, Sirius came to investigate.
"Severus what are you doing?" Started Severus whirled around, not hearing Sirius enter.
"Nothing," he tried to cover up, but Sirius wasn't buying it. "I was singing, I don't know why the song just popped into my head, and once it was in I couldn't get it out." Sirius wrapped his arms around Severus' waist, and Severus leaned back into his lover, fitting perfectly.
"How does the rest of it go?" Severus blanched slightly, caught in this very embarrassing situation, but Sirius was breathing on his neck, placing light, deliberate, kisses up and down, making the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up; he started to sing.
"I love you, a bushel, and peck. A bushel, and peck, and a hug around the neck. A hug around the neck, and a barrel and a heap. A barrel and a heap, and I'm talking in my sleep; about you, about you." He ended the short, but very sweet song, lovingly, he really did have a wonderful voice, so deep, and rich, and, caught up in the moment, Sirius kissed him again.
"Where did you learn that love?" Severus blushed, and it had nothing to do with the breathing from his singing.
"My grandmother used to sit me upon her lap, and sing it to me; were she still alive today, she might still try to do that." Sirius laughed lightly. He got a sudden epiphany, and scooped Severus into his arms, walking carefully into the living room, and sitting down with Severus in his lap.
"Sirius, what are you-"
"- I love you, a bushel, and peck. A bushel, and peck, and a hug around the neck. A hug around the neck, and a barrel and a heap. A barrel and a heap, and I'm talking in my sleep; about you, about you."
He kissed Severus, and Severus was astounded he remembered the song only listening to it once. "I certainly never did that when my Grandmother sang me the song," Severus chuckled.
"I should hope not." Sirius said pretending to be scandalized, but the grin on his face gave him away. There was a loud beep from the kitchen.
"Sirius, let me up I have to finish dinner before it burns." He wiggled, and squirmed trying to get free, but Sirius only held tighter, and finally Severus admitted defeat.
"You're not going anywhere," and Sirius kissed him again passionately, licking Severus' lower lip, and Severus, immediately, instinctively opened his mouth. They stayed, lips locked, tongues battling, until the timer on the kitchen stove became to annoying for either to stand. Severus finished cooking, getting there just in time to save the food from burning. All through dinner Severus and Sirius both hummed the song now stuck permanently into their heads.
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Sammie: Hmm, I think the song is cute!
Joceline: *slaps forehead* you got that from our IM conversation, I was singing that all day.
Sammie: and I profited from it, thank you.
Joceline: *leaves*
Sammie: MEHH! PLease people REVIEW SO I DON'T HAVE TO KEEP SAYING IT!