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The incessant tapping on Severus’ back could not be ignored.  Groaning groggily from a sleep induced haze, he rolled over, only to be met with a jar of something smelling, oddly, of strawberries.

“Potter, what the –”

“I finally got the recipe down!” his grinning husband seemed to be, literally, bouncing with joy.

The strawberry scent settling into his nose, he finally caught on, eyes perking up.

“You mean that’s…”

“Yup!  Strawberry scented, and flavored, lube!”

“Really?” asked Severus as he rolled over, picking his wand up off the bedside stand.

Harry wriggled in anticipation as his mate rolled over, wand in hand, to light a few candles.

“Depulso!”

Harry let out an undignified squawk while looking at his husband in shock.  His jaw worked soundlessly while his vision switched between the now empty jar and Severus.

“Oops, wrong charm,” said Severus, rolling back over and fluffing his pillow, “G’night.”