God, you write the most beautiful stories. The Patronus play is sexy and kind of adorable, but you always cut to the heart of the emotions underneath the sex in a way that just...happy sob. And the end...happier sob.
Oh, and this, because YOW. "The nights when Severus’ late returns are Harry’s fault are filled with seductive whispers, purpling bruises on his inner thigh, and being claimed forcefully enough to have him wincing every time he sits down the next day."