The Passion Potion

It had been a year since the final battle at Hogwarts and life was slowly getting back to normal. Most had spent the last year celebrating the Dark Lord’s demise and mourning the loss of loved ones. One that wasn’t lost in the battle was Severus Snape. Which was thanks to the quick thinking of Hermione Granger and her classmates they were able to save their Potions Master. Recovery had been a long road for him, but he vowed to make the most of his second chance. He had taken the role of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and had also resurrected the Dueling Club. Severus was coming into his own, thankful not having to live a double life anymore. He was still a hard and intimidating professor, but he worked on breaking the old stereotypes of the houses. He was living proof that not every Sytherin turns out bad. He was often found squashing skirmish between clashing houses.

His recovery was slow however, it required constant evaluation and potions to help counter act the poison from Nagini’s bites. That evaluation was administered by Hermione herself. Hermione filled the position of Potions Master which helped her work on the medicines for Snape. She was instrumental in rebuilding the school along side with the new Headmistress Minerva Mcgonagall. Hermione had been driven to get the school back to the former glory that she remembered. She wanted to make the Hogwarts experience amazing for all the young witches and wizards coming into the school, all the while hoping they never have to go through what she and her classmates went through during their seven years. She also started a witches empowerment group as well as working on the tensions between pure bloods and muggle borns. All this work and trying to keep up with her friends has left her little time for herself.

After the war Harry went to work as an Aura which he was very passionate about. It was also a good way to keep at bay the flock of witches clamoring for the hero’s attention. Harry and Ginny had made several trips to Hogwarts to help and to reconnect with Snape. Harry became very close to Snape, looking up to him and marveling at everything he had done for him and for his mother. Ron spent the year with his family mourning the loss of his brother Fred. He had recently moved on to become an Aura. Working has become important for him since his break up with Hermione, who had spent all her time nursing Severus Snape.

Hermione finds herself staring off into space during her potions class. Her class seemed extremely bright except for one Ravenclaw who’s inability with potions rivaled that of Neville Longbottom. She should have been keeping an eye on him but she has been finding herself more lost in her own thought. Her mind drifts, longingly trying to capture something she had wanted for so long but seemed to have forgotten it. A loud pop from the front of the class brought her out of her daydream. She went over to the Ravenclaw Duncan McDougal. She scowled down at the student who was covered in blue liquid.

“Congratulations, you managed to make a blue putty with no magical properties,” she said, trying not to be too hard on him. “Unfortunately, today’s assignment was to make a simple Voice Manipulating potion.

“I’m sorry, Professor,” the young third-year said sheepishly.

Pinching the bridge of her nose she replied “Get cleaned up, boy. Class dismissed.”

The room scattered as the third-years were happy to be let out of class twenty minutes early. She was left with the mess. Luckily, this was the last class for today so she had the rest of the evening to clear her head. She realized that the mess that McDougal made was going to take some solvent to remove. With a sigh she trudged to her personal stores to find the ingredients that she would need to make the solvent.

Her mind was still foggy as she searched through the bottles that lined the shelves. Her hand reached over the worm root when her eye caught a red glass bottle in fingers reach. It was a Passion Potion. She wasn’t very familiar with this potion, but it always peaked her curiosity. She paused momentarily and stared at the bottle. Something inside of her made her wish she could indulge in this - to just let go and become a wild passionate beast, but she would be afraid. What if the wrong person crossed her path after she used the potion. It could lead to a lot of trouble.

Before she had time to think on it any further, she heard the door to the store room open, followed by the sound of sweeping material. She instantly knew who it was and stumbled, knocking the red bottle off of its shelf. She desperately tried to grab it so it didn’t break but in her haste she spilt some of the liquid on her hands and neck.

She fumbled around like a fool and hid the bottle behind her back as she turned to face him. Severus stood before her as stoic as ever, his eye brow raised as he examined her demeanor closely.

“Everything alright, Hermione?” He asked.

They had become quite close in the last year. He felt indebted to her for all she had done to help him physically and emotionally. He hadn’t become this close to anyone for many years. Despite their age difference, he found a like spirit in her. He found himself protective over her and worried about her working so much.

“Yes, just trying to clean up the mess I was left with out there.”


“I saw…McDougal?”

“McDougal. I should have been paying more attention to him,” she said sighing.

“You look like you need some rest. I’ve noticed you have been working yourself too much,” Severus said taking a few steps toward her.

A strange sensation began to stir inside of her. She was very comfortable around him now. He wasn’t this dark menacing figure whose allegiance she questioned anymore. He was a trusted friend who had opened himself up to her. She knew all about his past and why he is the way he is. He had been a source of strength for her during this transition in her life. Now as he stepped closer to her she felt a heat fill her. Feelings she had held back, buried, and blocked. These feelings were now bubbling up inside of her. Panic raced through her mind as she realized that the Passion Potion must already be taking affect. She hoped she could be alone and take care of this by herself, but alas she is confronted with this tall, dark stoic image of desire. She needed to get out of there before she made a fool of herself.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, “Let me attend to this and you get some rest. You’re looking a little flush.”

She sucked in a staggered breath when his hand touched her. Her body stiffened under his hand and she froze in the stare of his black eyes. Severus may not be a spy anymore but he could tell something was going on. Hermione quickly slipped from his hand and scrambled to put the bottle back on the shelf.

“Thank you, Severus. I believe you’re right. I think I’m going to go back to my chambers.”

She scurried away in such a haste, and he was left trying to figure out what had happened. He looked to the bottle she had placed back on the shelf and found the source of her odd behavior. It was Passion Potion that she had spilt on herself. This was truly intriguing to him. He felt a sudden increase in his heart beat. Had she been acting that way because of the potion? Does she even really know what the potion really does? Many people believed this potion turned you into and uncontrollable animal, that using this potion would make you have uncontrollable sexual desires. However, this wasn’t true. The potion brings out your true sexual desires and your need to have them fulfilled by the person you want the most. The way she had looked at him made him think about what her real desires were. He quickly dismissed the idea as foolishness, and went to clean up the mess. He thought he would give her some time to take care of the effects of the spell before he would check on her.

Hermione tried taking a cold shower, reading potion texts, and even calling her mother. It was no use, nothing stopped the urges she was having. She knew the potion was supposed to bring out a sense of deep desire, but Snape was the first person she saw after spilling the potion. Now all she could think about was ripping his long black robes off and letting him take her there on her desk in the potions room. Could this be what she really wants deep down inside, or is this some kind of side effect of the potion, since he was the first person she came in contact with after spilling the potion on herself. She paced back in forth trying to do odds and ends but nothing could hold her attention. After about an hour, there was a knock on her chamber door that caused her to jump. She slowly and cautiously inched her way to the door, as if death itself were standing behind it. She opened it just a crack and saw the man she had been fantasizing about.

“Everything alright?” he asked, with his trademark deep voice and in his methodically slow sexy cadence of speech.

The mere sound of his voice caused her to gasp. Naturally he took notice, tilting his head slightly, his wolf like eyes studying her reaction.

“May I?”

She opened the door slowly, opening her chambers to him. He swept in guardedly, closing the door behind her. Hermione took a few steps back from him as he entered, afraid to get too close. He pressed his back against the door watching her longingly as if he were waiting for something.

After a few moments of silence she managed to say, “Thanks for your help today. I appreciate it.”

His lips turned up slightly in a painful smile, “Of course.”

“Would you like to sit down?” She started to become more comfortable and needed to remember her manners. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble for you .”

“No, not at all,” he said following her to the sofa.

Before she could sit down, Severus gently took her arm and spun her around to face him. Her bright golden brown eyes were taken aback by the intensity of his brilliant black eyes. Her lips parted a little, the power of the potion making his touch very dangerous for her. What was left of her will power was quickly fading away.

“I know what happened when I disturbed you today. I know what you spilt on yourself.”

His voice sent vibrations of intense arousal through her body. It was almost too much with his touch, his smell, and his voice. She wanted to grab him and toss him back onto the sofa and climb on top.

“You do?” she asked with a shaking voice.

“Do you know what the potion is?”

“No…yes. I’m not familiar with it if that’s what you mean. It was an accident. I didn’t intentionally spill it on me.”

“It’s alright,” he said to quiet her. “Remember I saw what happened. This potion brings out what you desire, for whomever you want deep down inside…your passions…sexually.”

Her eyes widened when he spoke. She had only assumed the powers that this potion possessed. Her deepest sexual desires were finally bubbling to the surface and they all involved Severus Snape. She had admired him, there was no denying that. She found him to be incredibly brave and honorable based on his past actions. There were few people, if any, that she really looked up to more than him. His dark and cold demeanor had only made him that more appealing to her. She had told herself it was just hero worship and nothing more. Could she have been wrong?

Severus hadn’t realized how desperate and vulnerable he had been feeling until she became silent after his confession. He wanted her to say something…anything. The brewing tension was too much. He hadn’t been affected by the potion, but he didn’t need to be. This beautiful witch before him, the woman who saved his life, had been a subject of his fantasies for months. He kept them in the back of him mind, only letting them out late at night. Touching her now made him burn inside with the desire to pull her to him. He was opening up a door to her that could never be shut again. Their relationship would never be the same after tonight, but the look she had given him back in the potion stores gave him hope that she felt the same way. He didn’t know what he would do if he were wrong.

Her mouth went dry at his words, so she gently wet her lips with her tongue which caused Severus’ eyes to focus in on her lips. His breath hitched as he tried to reign in what was left of his resolve.

She lifted her head in a very confident way and said, “I see.”

“Can I do something for you?” he asked and watched her expression change as she became a bit surprised.

“Excuse me?”

He dropped his hands from her and took a step back, “I can make a potion to counteract this if you would like.”

She felt a tight pull in her chest as he spoke. Deep down inside that’s not what she wanted to hear. She wanted him to say he would take care of her needs.
What she wanted more than anything was for him to release this energy that was building inside of her. She didn’t just want it, she needed it.

The silence between them was growing and it was killing him. Her eyes were still locked on his but he couldn’t read what she was feeling. He started to turn away to go make her an antidote when he felt her hand on his arm. He froze in his tracks, not sure if what he felt was real.

“Don’t” was all she could manage to say.

Her voice was just on the verge of being desperate. He couldn’t believe it so he turned his head slowly to her. His eyes peering at her through some loose strands of his wispy black hair. His lips parted slightly and she felt the power in his eyes. Her expression was open and wanting. Her heart pounded so furiously and she could no longer control herself.

He spun around back to her but she didn’t drop her hand. He stepped closer to her, his eyes searching hers for approval. His intense, once menacing, presence was now a powerfully sensual presence.

“What is it that you want from me, Miss Granger?,” his voice so dark and smooth like velvet brushing over her body.

“I want this to be taken care of,” she said a bit hesitant.

“But?”

“But…I don’t know what to do? I haven’t done something for myself in so long,” she tried to explained but gave a nervous laugh.

“You have done so much for me, Hermione,” his voice boomed. His earnest quality caused her nervousness to vanish as she allowed herself to get lost in his words as he continued. “You have done so much for so many. If you truly want me…want me to help you. I will do whatever it is that you wish.”

Her hands crept up to his chest, slowly stretching her fingers out as she felt the soft wool on her skin. Her eyes fixed on her hands as she pressed them even more firmly against his chest. She felt like a predatory cat who had her prey cornered.

“But is it what you want? Do you want…me?” asked Hermione.

She didn’t move her eyes off her hands so she saw his hands reach up and take hers. He didn’t move them away but lovingly enveloped them. The simple touch of their hands together caused a tremor between her legs that felt like electricity. Her eyes slowly went up to his again and a fire was lit in them. He took a small step forward holding her hands to his chest. She remained still, encouraging his closeness.

“I want this more than anything,” he said with such power in his voice.

A smile slowly crept up on her face as she began to relish in this new adventure. She was surprised by how relieved she felt knowing that he wanted her. The realization hit her that she had wanted him for the longest time and felt the largest wave of anticipation fill her. It felt so right.

“But I want to do this right. The way you deserve it,” he said darkly. “If you will allow me, I will give you a night of intense passion that you will never forget.”

She nodded expectantly, “I’m ready.”

“Not so fast,” he replied. “I intend to give you everything you have ever wanted from a man. That will take some time.”

He pulled out his wand and dissipated the light from the lamps with a flick of his wrist. With the casting of a spell, the fireplace instantly lit as well as a few candles that Hermione had scattered around her chambers. She reveled in the change in the rooms ambience. It only heightened the raging needs inside her. She didn’t want to take it slow. She didn’t want to drag it out another moment. Hermione needed Severus inside of her. Now. In a swift moment he took off his robes, tossing them onto the sofa, leaving him in his clinging black over shirt and long dark pants. She had removed her professional teaching clothes when she had came back to her room. Now she was wearing snug jeans and a flowing white button up top with short sleeves. Her outfit hugged every curve so delicately. Snape felt as if though he would be unwrapping a beautiful gift when he would finally undress her.

Hermione brought her hands back up to his chest and slowly moved them up toward his shoulders. She looked up at him expectantly hoping he would make the first move before she exploded inside. He slipped his hands around her waist and swiftly pulled her body against his. Before she had time to react his lips crashed down on hers in a powerfully sensual motion. Even though her eyes were closed she could swear she could see stars before her. A flood of sexual urges broke free. She clung to him, kissing him deeper, letting her tongue explore with his. His hands slipped up the back of her shirt. Her skin felt so warm and soft causing the bulge in his pants to grow even larger, begging to be released. Their kissing became more urgent and wanting. She turned Severus around and pushed him back onto her large dark red sofa. She admired him sitting there in the fire’s glow with lust in his eyes. It was more than she could have ever dreamed of. She regained her composure and climbed on top of him in a dominate fashion. The potion was doing wonders at keeping all of her insecurities at bay. Her animal instincts were taking over and she was loving every minute of it. His hand drifted from her waist to the swell of her bum. He pulled her forward to him, pressing his arousal against her. He felt her shudder on top of him and a wicked grin graced his lips. Hermione grabbed his face bringing his lips to hers once more. She laced her fingers up into his amazing black hair. She had wanted to do that for so long, but never admitted it to herself. The feeling of his dark locks in her hands was intoxicating.

This distraction proved to be the undoing of her dominance of Severus. He gracefully put her on her back on the sofa and loomed over top of her. His dark energy pulsated through her as she accepted this submissive state with great pleasure. He bent down and kissed her again, working his hand slowly up her stomach. As his lips dipped further down her jaw to her neck, his hand slipped up to her breast. He enveloped her soft creamy mound in his hand and firmly squeezed it as he nibbled on her neckline. A deep moan escaped her lips. The sound drove him mad with lust. He rubbed his thumb over her taunt nipple before moving up to the top button on her blouse. She arched up a little urging him on as he made swift work of the buttons. Once her shirt was undone he pushed the material to either side and gazed down at the wondrous sight. She had a taunt firm stomach and perky full bosom filled out a cream colored lace bra. His firm hand traveled over her bare skin causing her to bite down on her lower lip. He buried his face in her skin, kissing his way up her stomach to her chest, with his hair teasing her as it dangled down over her abdomen. She cried out softly as she raised one leg up, encouraging him to get even closer to her. The simple motion was enough to make Severus rip off the rest of his clothes and plow deep inside her, but he must maintain control.

Severus stood up quickly and stared down at the shocked woman. She followed, looking up at him timidly, her lips swollen from the kisses. Her chest was heaving from rapid breaths.

“Not here,” he said steely.

He swiftly reached down and grabbed her wrists, bringing her to her feet. She gasped at the sudden movement, her hair tangled around her face. Before she could fix herself, he reached down and scooped her up off her feet and took her into her bedroom. He laid her on the bed gently before using his wand to light the fire and candles in the bedroom. She scrambled up onto her knees and as soon as he got close again, she made quick work of his buttons.

“I want these clothes gone,” she said, as she worked over the long line of buttons.

He helped her and soon tossed his shirts onto the floor before moving on to her jeans. He skillfully unbuttoned them. never losing eye contact with her. Once undone, he pushed her down onto the bed with a sudden thud. Her hair swept out around her white comforter and her arms went up above her head. With a quick jerk he removed her jeans and crawled back on top of her.


He whispered sweetly into her ear as he pressed his rock hard arousal against her opening, “You are so beautiful, Hermione.”
The sound of his ragged voice in her ear was almost orgasmic. His lips dove down on to hers again. Severus reached around behind her back to undo her bra, and she arched her back to help him. Quickly it was freed and slipped off her body and onto the floor. He made quick work of the rest of his clothes, as did Hermione with her panties. Severus slowly slid back on top of her. He kissed her so painfully slow she felt like she was going to explode. He moved his kisses down her neck to her chest again . She reached down for his hair, but he snatched her hands, putting them back in place. He kept them there by uttering a binding spell which created invisible restraints around her wrists. Her eyes met his in such a playfully challenging way.

“Now the real fun begins,” he said with an evil grin.

She tossed her head back on the bed and cried out, “Damn it!”

His hands slid down the length of her body as he kissed her, moving down further and further. Soon she felt the chill of the absence his body . She tilted her head up to see him slink down on his knees at the side of the bed. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her legs and sharply pulled her to him. An excited giggle escaped her, she rather liked being tossed about by him. He took her left leg in his hands, kissing the soft inside of her thigh. He placed her left foot on the post of the bed to support herself. He then placed her right leg up on his shoulder. She was completely opened up to him now. For a moment she felt vulnerable, but then he began to kiss the inside of her right thigh while lovingly stroking the other leg up toward her hot wet center. This caused all her doubts to vanish under his touch.

His lips continued the trail of kisses toward her moist center, but his hand beat him there. His fingers lightly traced over the sensitive skin above her delicate folds. He admired the absence of hair but for a small strip in the middle. She shuddered at his closeness. His mouth had reached the top of her thigh. The sweet, clean smell of her natural scent was maddening. He cursed himself for wanting to takes things this slow. His fingers dipped down across her folds, separating them. She was wet and beyond ready, so he gently slipped one finger inside her. His eyes darted up to catch her expression. He watched as she sucked in a breath of air and held it. She was anxiously awaiting more. He pulled his finger out slowly and reentered adding another finger. He could tell it had been a long time since a man had been with her because she was tight against his fingers. She gasped and smiled, pushing her head against the bed. At first he slowly worked his fingers in and out of her passage before starting a firm, steady rhythm. She pushed her hips down, unconsciously pleading for more. Severus obliged and began a stronger rhythm. Adding a third finger, he thrust powerfully in and out of her. Nearing the point of climax, she squeezes the muscles in her leg that was draped over his shoulder. She wanted him closer, deeper.

“Oh…Sev…” she started to say breathlessly.

There was a dark force deep within him that wanted more from her. In a torturous fashion he pulled his fingers out slowly, causing her to hold her breath expectantly. The power he had over her was magical.

He vigorously rammed his fingers inside her again, holding them firm inside and commanded, “Say it.”

“Severus!” she cried out, as if him stopping were torture.

He began again. Thrusting his fingers in and out of her fast and hard. His own breathing was now rapid from just watching this young woman writhe with pleasure in front of him. He pulled one finger out leaving two inside, but this time he added a kiss, so light and gentle on her swollen wet skin that it caused her to shudder. It wouldn't be long. His tongue slipped down the length of her opening.

She pleaded. The slow torment was driving her mad and she pleaded with him, "Please."

He obliged her by plowing his face in. He suckled and flicked his tongue along her most sensitive of areas, taking in everything he saw, smelled, and tasted with such primal hunger. He worked his fingers in collaboration with his lips and tongue. Short bursts of pleasure-filled moans escaped her as she began to move her hips against his face in a grinding fashion. He felt her clench around his fingers. He sucked harder against her clit and pushed even harder with his fingers. The wave of climax hit her and she cried out, struggling against her invisible constraints. He held her firmly, letting her take in every sweet moment of it. As it passed, he used a counter spell to undo her hands. He got back on to the bed and she pounced onto him. She pushed him back, letting his head rest on the pillows. He marveled at how cat-like she was as she crawled her way up his body. She kissed his neck hungrily, brushing her breasts against him. He reached up to her sides and felt her smooth, toned body. As she moved her way down his body, he got the feeling it was his turn to be tortured. As she reached his stomach her eyes lifted to meet his and she pushed some hair away from her face. In between her kisses she had a sinister grin and her eyes positively glowed in the fire’s light. He felt her breasts brush over his erection so teasingly before she settled beside him. She pushed her hair to the side so he could watch her. He knew her intention was to make him suffer the way he had made her suffer. Her delicate hand wrapped around his long, hard member. She marveled at his firm girth. She, too, was beginning to hate taking this so slow. She loved the feeling of his pulsating shaft in her hand. The strong urge to sit on top the shaft, taking in every inch, was strong, but she controlled herself as she began stroking him. His breath quickened and he started moving his hips in time with her hands. He reached for her, his hand ran along her back before giving her a sharp smack on the bottom. Startled, her eyes flashed up to him. This was the first time her bare bottom had been struck, and she found it amazingly stimulating. She glared at him with a dark playfulness. She bent down and flicked her tongue across the head of his shaft. Slowly she drug her tongue down the shaft and back up.

“Damn woman,” he muttered reaching down for her hair with both hands.

She took his direction and slipped his member into her mouth. He guided her down with his hands, his fingers laced in her wild mane of brown curls. She slowly worked her way down and back up. The slow pace was killing him. He pressed on her head and she surprised him by diving down and taking in as much of his length as she could before the head of his shaft hit the back of her throat.

“Shit!” He cried out, not expecting that.

He was on the edge and barely hanging on as she worked her mouth up and down. Her hand cupped his sack massaging it gently, adding the intensity of this moment. His vision became blurred and a flash of white burst before his eyes. Severus had never had it feel like this before, and he needed to be inside of her. His orgasm was close and he wasn’t about to end it like this. With a firm tug on her hair he pulled her away from his painfully throbbing arousal. Gazing down at her, he was taken aback by how positively radiant she looked. Her wild hair swirled around her face and her body glistened with sweat. The sharp pain of her hair being pulled was anything but uncomfortable. She wanted him to try to take control from her. This back and forth game of power was tantalizing.

“On your back,” he ordered darkly.

She laid down where he had been and he moved to be on top of her. He lightly pressed his hot erection against her as she pulled her knees up. She gripped his shoulders as he began lightly biting along her neck and collar bone. When she felt his teeth on her flesh she tugged on his hair instinctively. He responded with a powerful thrust of his hips that caused her to cry out.

“Say what it is you want now, my pet.” he hissed his order.

“You.”

“You have me,” he replied breathlessly. “What do you want me to do.”

“Please. Put yourself inside me. Please.”

“As you wish,” he said as he guided the top of his shaft into her entrance.

He pushed in slowly. letting her get use to his large size in her tight passage. Her nails dug into his back as he pushed his way in. She wanted to feel as much of him as she could so she locked her ankles around his waist.

“I’m not as fragile as you think. Harder,” she spat in a commanding voice.

He glared straight into her eyes. Hermione’s ability to be a strong and powerful female had always been attractive to him, and now to hear her order him dominantly was driving him mad. They kept their eyes locked on each other has he began pounding harder into her. Her hand drifted down to his ass and she squeezed it tightly, glaring up at him. He felt his own release nearing but he wasn’t going to let her get the upper hand on him tonight. Swiftly he pulled out and flipped her over on her stomach.

“On your knees,” he said darkly.

She got to her knees baring herself to him again. He guided himself back into her then wrapped his hands around her hips. He began a steady, merciless rhythm. Her head dropped into the pillows in euphoria as she had never had sex feel this good in this position before. It was as if he were made just for her. The sound of their bodies slapping against one another only added to the heightened sensations they were already feeling.

“You’re perfect,” he said as he thrust hard into her.

Her body contoured to him in a way no other woman had. Everything from her mind to her body was absolutely perfect. She drove him to the edge like no other woman.
“Oh…Severus…yes!” she cried out.

He let out a soft moan at the feeling of her body clenching around his shaft. He didn’t deter from his powerful strokes. Her head flung back. She let out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm rippled out through her to him. He clung to her tightly as his own powerful release followed, giving her everything he had inside him. They both slumped onto the bed. He pulled himself out and laid beside her, as they both stared up at the ceiling. They were covered in sweat and gasping for air. She looked over at him not knowing what to expect now that it was over. To her great surprise, his expression had softened when he turned to look at her. His eyes burned with something more than lust this time. Hermione rolled over on her side and smiled at him. He turned to her and wrapped his arm around her.

“That was…you…I can’t believe how…” she struggled to say.

“Do you mean I have great Professor Granger at a loss for words?” he said with a sly smile.

She just exhaled with a laugh.

“I meant what I said you know. I honestly believe you are perfect.”

“I’m not,” she said shaking her head slightly.

“To me you are…and I can only hope that this isn’t our first and last evening together.”
He waited anxiously for her reaction to his words, but thankfully he didn’t have to wait long. She beamed her gorgeous smile at him.

“I hope it isn’t either.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, pulling her closer to him.

“Only next time I won’t let you get off so easy,” she said.

He arched his eye brow and said, "I'm always up for your challenge.”