Minerva could feel the heat of Albus' gaze on her face. Her eyes were closed but Minerva could sense, with her acute feline instinct, her husband's long fingers approaching her cheek deliberately to caress her skin.
"Albus?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Stop it."
"I'm not doing anything!"
"I'd like to sleep in peace, and you make it very hard to do so."
"Why sleep when it's bright and a beautiful day?"
Minerva opened her eyes and the piercing emerald of her eyes seemed to burn like acid into Albus' eyes. Albus cocked an eyebrow down at her and she glared at him. Oh, but this was quite a pleasant sensation, Albus decided. Quite...electrifying.
"I was up until 3 amgrading , and I'll be damned if I have to be woken up at..." Minerva waved her wand and glowing digital numbers flashed the time: 6:30 am. "SIX THIRTY IN THE MORNING!" She thundered.
"Now, Minerva, the early phoenix catches the worm."
"Are you insinuating that I am a worm?"
"Oh, no! No, no, ah, I- I meant the happy kitty gets...ah...treats."
"What treat, may I ask?"
Albus did not answer her; instead, he leaned down and kissed her lips softly.
Minerva's lips had been parted slightly in confusion before, and when his mustache gently tickled her skin, she seemed to melt into the bed sheets.
Her eyes had closed and a drowsy smile lit up her angelic face.
"A very sweet treat Albus," Minerva said quietly, her voice coming out slightly muffled.
"Are you having a good time?" he murmured.
"The best," Minerva whispered.
AN: Well-written fluff always merits lovely reviews! Am I right? :)