For My Wife on Valentines- You Will Always Be Mine

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters (although I like to play with them). All belong to JKR.

For my Wife -on Valentines

Why You Will Always Be Mine.

HOW do I love you?

Let me count the ways...

On the bed, the headboard, the footboard,

on the couch and all the chairs (in one evening),

on all the major appliances,

on the kitchen table,

on MOLLY WEASLEY'S kitchen table,

on my Teacher's desk (THAT was a fantasy come true),

in the forest (I LOVE things forbidden),

in Albus' office (after I covered the potraits),

in Slytherin Common Room,

in GRYFFINDOR common room,

in the halls after hours,

and all the other usual suspects.

WHY do I love you?

Because I want to fuck every part of you. Repeatedly.

Your nipples-They pucker so tightly from my tongue or my TEETH. Your breasts are so soft and your nipples so hard when I come up behind you during the day and reach around and play until you give in and lean back against me. Your butt is so round and soft and turns so delightfully PINK from my hand. Your pussy is so hot and slick and willing, sometimes you squeeze my cock with muscles I didn't even know women HAD until I can hardly stand it. Your eyes are so knowing, so understanding, so loving, and sometimes so HOT. I want to fuck your eyes.

For your innocence.

You've seen the worst of me. I told you I wasn't good before you married me. I've taken my worst out on your small, soft, warm body and you LIKE IT. I've taken you every which way (including TIED UP) and when I'm done you STILL snuggle up to me and go trustingly to sleep.

For your intelligence and will.

You're the only woman I've known who stands up to me. You stand a foot shorter than me and tell me off and when I smirk at you, you threaten hexes. You're not afraid to tell me NO. And, of course, you have the good sense to STAY with me.

For our sons.

I thought I hated children. I had no idea how it would feel to see myself stamped on another face, to find my own slipperiness and stealth used against me by a TEN-YEAR-OLD. Sometimes I find myself feelng more in leaugue with them than like their father. Our eldest has more Slytherin in him than you give him credit for, my Gryffindor wife. And our youngest is as subtly sneaky as they come.

For your faith.

You believe in the light, you believe I AM part of the light, and you believe the light will ALWAYS win out over the darkness. The Slytherin part of me sneers at your naivete, but there is a part of me buried deep that stands in awe of a faith so unshakeable that it can move heaven and earth into alignment. If hell itself can't stand against your faith how could I. I bow to your will, my sweet. I will be good (RELATIVELY speaking).

And you will always be mine.