Convince Me
Severus' hands made their way from her neck to hook underneath her shirt collar. Hermione gasped as she felt his fingers play lightly on her skin.
"Severus?"
A low groan came from somewhere deep in Severus' throat. Clearly, he did not want to be interrupted but Hermione could not let the niggling thought inside her head rest until she had been completely reassured.
"I know we're married but… you don't have to… you know."
The black mass of hair beneath her chin looked up and revealed a pallid face.
"Hermione, does it look like I don't want to you know?"