Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon

Sundays were Harry’s favourite day in the week. For on the Seventh day the Man-Who-Killed-Voldemort rested! Summer Sundays were particularly idyllic. Not only was this the one day he refused to entertain any aspect of his work as a Curse-Breaker, but his School Teacher wife had no prep-work for the next day to do.

So they had no plans. Other than doing as little as humanly possible. And more often than not would spend the day napping in their huge mahogany sled bed. Dozing on and off, talking about nothing and soft slow love making was as strenuous as the activity was likely to get.

Currently the room was infused with the hazy warmth of early afternoon. They were cocooned in a mound of blanket and pillows. Harry lay on his back, while Gilraen was on her side. Their legs were tangled and her head rested on his shoulder. Harry couldn’t help a small smile as he tangled the fingers of his right hand with her left. The slight movement causing the gold and opals in the wedding band and engagement ring to catch the light.

It was ridiculous really. How the glint and gleam of the relatively simple jewellery filled him with such warmth every time he saw it. Practically giddy at the mere sight. He really was getting soft now that he wasn’t being persecuted by a Homicidal Megalomaniac.

Rae shifted and heaved a soft sigh. The one Harry knew was accompanied by a tiny kitten smile. And Harry hid his own growing smile in her mass of wavy black hair.

“Yer bein’ a sap again Mr. Potter.” She chided.

“Only for you Mrs. Potter.” he murmured back. His grin turning lascivious as Rae shifted till she straddled him. And Harry would really have to remember and return to the shop where he’d found this particular scrap of purple silk naughtiness.

Reading his train of thought as only a wife could Gilraen smirked down at him. Resting her hands on his shoulders as his own hands rested on her thighs. “Before we get to doin’ what yer thinking’ about, Potter.” She drawled. “I’ve got ye a present.”

“Really.” Harry growled arching up to snatch a kiss only for the firm pressure on his shoulders sending him back to the bed. “Is it something I can….unwrap?” He teased, flirting his fingers with the hem of the lingerie.

“No babe.” She drawled. “It’s nothing’ t’do wi’ sex. Well…Not anymore anyway.” And she tangled her fingers with his once more. And laid his hand over her stomach. Her rings glinting in the light, like the hint of a secret gradually being unveiled.

And the world froze.

And then it sped up after an hour long minute.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“….”

“ My baby-Daddy. Always so eloquent!”