Chess
Severus was intent on a book about chess stratagems - however disdainful he might be of it - when Harry flopped onto the couch, disrupting his progress by making Severus - and, indeed, the whole couch - jump.
Severus slowly closed the book and set it aside before folding his hands together and looking down his nose at the man sprawled messily next to him. "Why, Harry! Is there something wrong?" he asked, his tone dripping concern and sweetness.
Harry's eyes snapped open as he scrambled out of the line of fire. "No, um, you know what, it wasn't really that big a deal I'll just let you get back to your book - I'm really tired I think I'll just go straight to bed sorry for disturbing you!" The last part of his sentence rushed together as he backed towards the bedroom door.
Severus snorted, picking up his book again and temporarily dismissing his lover's oddness from his thoughts.
Around the time he started to have difficulty resisting the urge to throw the book across the room, he decided to call it a night as well.
Severus cuddled up - though he would never call it that - to Harry's back, dropping a kiss on his shoulder. Harry woke slightly, turning in his arms, wrapping his arms around Severus' waist and tucking his head underneath his lover's chin.
"Was there anything truly disturbing you, love?" Severus murmured quietly, feeling a little guilty for dismissing Harry so summarily earlier.
Harry groaned softly before answering, having been more asleep than awake. "No, Sev. Knew that book would infuriate you eventually, and thought you might abandon it sooner if I annoyed you first."
Severus smiled into Harry's hair. "I really do love you, you know that?" he asked.
Harry hummed, shoving his face into Severus' shoulder absently, already asleep.
~Fin~