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The Inamorata on the Threshold
The apricot tree was laden with the first fruits of the season, all peachy and gold in the evening light. Elaine led the way up the walk, smiling and swinging shopping bags from the market.
"It's so good to be home," she breathed, turning to catch Severus's dark eyes.
He merely smiled and, leaning his cane against the porch rail, reached around her to unlock the door. She curled back into the embrace.
"Welcome home," he murmured, as the lock clicked and he pushed it open.
She leaned back to press a tender kiss to the underside of his jaw.
Apricot, #44