"…might as well have just jumped into his lap, Hermione! He didn't seem at all opposed to the idea to the idea. I daresay he expected it, as did everyone else in the room."
"Severus, you're overreacting. I haven't seen the man in seven years. Excuse me for thinking I was allowed to catch up with an old friend!"
The bedroom door of the previously silent house flew open, revealing a couple in the middle of a full blown argument. The man was tall, with black hair and pale skin, scowling stormily as he dropped his shoes and began to unbutton his cloak. The woman who followed him was removing her pearl earrings, which she threw at her dresser as she stalked by on her way to the bathroom.
"Oh, Tadley," he mimicked her voice, viciously tearing the last few buttons off of his robe when it didn't seem quick enough to remove it manually. "Remember that time our friends locked us in a closet when we wouldn't admit we were dating, and we spent the afternoon playing boggle? Or the time we went swimming and you lent me your shirt when my towel fell in the water? And aren't all of our childhood memories are so bloody adorable they make me want to vomit!" By this time he was shouting, no longer imitating her voice. Hermione appeared in the doorway, tugging at the zipper of her shimmery black dress until it fell away from her shoulders, pooling around her feet.
"Jealous, sweetie?" She asked, snatching her dress up and draping it over the hanger on the doorknob. When she stepped back into the bedroom he was standing in the middle of the room, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and giving her his best cool teacher glare.
"Should I be?" he asked calmly, his tone belying the anger still shining in his eyes.
"No," she scoffed as she stepped back toward her dresser leaning against it as she began to shimmy out of her tights. "No, you shouldn't be. He's married, as you may recall—."
"So are you!" Pulling his shirt away from his body with a jerk.
"Exactly! I'm married to you! Do you really think I would ever cheat. On. You," She jumped up and down as she spoke, flailed for balance and tugged the tights off her feet, panting. "Especially with six other people sitting in the room?"
He didn't answer immediately so she turned and rescued her earrings from where the cat was batting them in circles, setting them safely on her bureau as the bedsprings creaked behind her. One sock, followed closely by its fellow sailed past her, landing perfectly in the open laundry bin.
"How should I know what sort of strange exhibitionist fantasies you harbor? You've only allowed me into your mind thrice." Severus Snape had said many stupid things in his life, but this was one of the few he wished he could take back, just suck the words back inside and swallow them as his wife slowly turned to face him. It was pure instinctual self-preservation that made him stand when she stalked toward him. Standing practically chest to chest with the backs of his knees pressed against the edge of the massive bed, he actually felt a flicker of fear of this wild haired, ferocious creature. One delicate hand stretched up to between them, fingers splaying across his bare chest. A small smile played over her mouth before she shoved hard against him, sending him flying backward onto the bed. Before he could do more than huff as he landed and blink, she had clambered over him and settled herself on his hips, catching his lips in an angry kiss. He didn't bother trying to stop her from pushing her tongue into his mouth but he refused to respond, keeping his hands resolutely fisted at his sides. After a few moments she withdrew, giving a sharp bite at his lower lip before attacking his ear.
"Your insecurities about our relationship are usually endearing but you'd better pray that you're intelligent enough to never question me about this again. If you like, I will swear right now that you can marry me again in my next life, you greedy bastard. Sound good?" She growled, flexing her pelvis against his lightly. He groaned and moved finally to place both hands on her lower back. She chuckled and the air slipping along his skin made him buck against her unconsciously.
"Sounds good to me, too, love. Now, take off your pants so I can spend the rest of the night showing you how unwise it was for you to doubt me."
He did as he was told, of course. It really was his favorite form of fighting.
