Shadows flickered across his face in the candlelight. It was startling how relaxed he looked when he slept. Unable to resist, Hermione brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes, only to find her hand caught and a firm kiss pressed to the palm.
“So soon?” he asked with a sleepy smirk. “Perhaps you should have married a younger wizard.”
“I don’t want a younger wizard,” she replied, leaning in for a kiss and reaching under the covers to confirm her suspicion. At his appreciative moan, she added, “And you’re not as old as you seem to think, Severus.”