Dirty deeds

10 January – continued

Having spent afternoon in bed was not feeling particularly energetic when it came to preparing the evening meal. Have discovered that after about the eighth orgasm – so hard to keep track, and do multiple orgasms count as one or should I be awarding bonus points? – after the eighth orgasm legs turn to jelly. Rest of me fairly limp as well.

By early evening was lying in bed next to Severus and kept lifting arm up in air going “whee! Look, its all floppy.mittmittedly not the most sensible of things to be saying but not really appropriate time to be discussing magical theory either. Fortunately he didn’t take it as some sort of impugning of his manhood. Ron would have done. Mind you, in Ron’s case would have been meant as insult to manhood (if could find it without microscope) and the only thing that would have been floppy would have been his dick.

Must stop going on about Ron’s inadequacies, but when you think that I wasted four years on the ginger twat when I could have been having high quality, earth shattering sex on a regular basis, is it any wonder that I’m a touch bitter about the whole thing.

Severus just smiled at me. Not a smirk, or a sneer, but that soft smile that only I am privileged to see. Told him as entirely his fault that being so silly as he had obviously shagged my brains out. And am very bright girl so that’s an awful lot of shagging. Then he did smirk.

Reason for silliness not sex, though sex is fabulous. Rather that no longer have to worry about blurting feelings out or whether reciprocated. Everything out in the open so can relax.

Decided to practice saying it. Severus obviously enjoyed hearing it again. Probably take a lot of hearing it before he really believes it. Could be a lifetime project.

Wonder how serious he was about getting married?

Bugger.

So that means everything not out in open. Now have new thing to worry about. Then when we get that sorted out will have to worry about whether he wants children. Not fried or roasted either, but and and wriggling. Wonder if he would change nappies or would he insist on a house elf. Hopefully the latter. When confronted with prospect of cleaning pooey nappies can only say BUGGER SPEW and long live slavery.

Have been spending too much time with Ginny and have become shallow. Once would never have put own comfort above moral principles. Must read improving book to make sure get mind back on higher matters and regain moral authority.

Was pondering what weighty tome to peruse to get mind back into shape when stomach rumbled. Would probably have drowned out Severus’s snoring which is saying something.

Decided that best thing would be take-away.

Have introduced Severus to several new things – bubble bath, rubber ducks, shampoo, happiness, can now add curry to the list. Suspect that marathon shagging should also be on the list, but good manners prevent me from asking whether he had performed endurance shagging with other parties. Like to hope not. Mind you he must have been practicing on someone to get this good.

He was fascinated by the process of ordering dinner over the fellytone. Ordered wide selection as was unsure what he would like. Had to wait an hour for delivery so we decided to get dressed. Severus did wonder whether he would remember how to wear clothes but seemed to come back to him. Probably one of few people in world who has been privileged to see Severus in mufti. No repressive buttons, no stiff jackets, but loose silky lounging robe. Very sexy. Even sexier out of it but didn’t think eating chicken madras in the nuddy was a very good idea. One mistake with the vindaloo and he could be out of action for HOURS.

Initial impressions were apparently unfavourable. Cannot be denied that curry has tendency to look like something Sirius would have produced in his animagus form on a bad day. Obviously I am used to it but Severus uncertain.

Could see Slytherin paranoia beginning to rise and that wondering whether I am trying to poison him. Point out that can have anything in kitchen he wants if he’s prepared to cook it – relieved to discover that love does not make me want to cook and clean and wash and iron. Must tell Ginny as she has always worried that she would revert to type if actually fell in love. Domesticity not inexorable consequence, just make sure that you fall in love with sexual athlete.

Then it hits me.

Lucius.

Lucius and Ginny.

Would be perfect for each other. Must make an attempt to set that up.

She likes shoes; he can afford to buy her lots of shoes. She doesn’t want to lift a finger in the way of housework in her entire life; don’t think he chooses girlfriends on basis of skill with a feather duster. Well, he might, but not if it’s being used for actually dusting. Suspect he is even worse than your average bloke at knowing anything about running a house, because in his case the socks do magically make their way from the bedroom floor to the sock drawer.

However in his case magnificent indifference to vulgar matters like dusting is not accompanied by hypocritical view that girlfriend should therefore take care of these things. Shouldn’t think Narcissa lifted a finger during her married life other than to summon a house elf to take care of it for her. And she probably had a house elf to take care of that for her as well.

Adopt practice of eastern potentates and I act as taster. One mouthful later and he is a convert. He likes curry. He likes lager. He is fishing around in the bag for the menu, matching the names to the dis and and trying to work out what the ingredients are.

Have new hobby in life – treat Severus to something new and interesting every time we meet. Food obviously good idea. Shall try Thai next I think though will mean going out and so leaving clothes on for longer than usual. Sacrifice will be worth it to see all that appetite for life being put to good use.

Retire to bed relatively early for well deserved rest.