Hmm, James really should kiss his wife more often. Besides the fact she was positively the most lovely creature ever to roam the earth, she did this thing with her tongue that went straight to his groin, and uh, right, kissing, romantically, good for the soul.
Very, very, good for the soul.
His hand trailed her waist silkily, slipping around to slide along her back before pulling her roughly against him. He smirked down at her, quirking his brow in proper Potter arrogance. He cocked his head towards the bedroom. "Shall we?"