Unbelievable

Severus subtly crept his fingers up his wife’s negligee as he felt his erection harden to his discomfort.

“I thought I told you I wasn’t in the mood,” his wife admonished.

“I can’t help it,” he rejoined, “you’re lying too close and I’m still a bloke.”

“Then you better get some ice or you’re a bloke sleeping on the couch.”

Hermione felt her husband withdraw, but not too long before hearing the sounds of skin flapping wildly against skin. She whipped around to see avid strokes working beneath her husband’s sheets.

A deviouin sin stretched across his face.

“You are un-believe-able!”