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severus loved mornings like this one, where he could see the outline of your body underneath the sheets, the soft glow of the sun peeking in through the windows, and your soft skin resting against the pillows as if they were clouds.
he simply loved watching you.
you both had come home from work the previous night, a bit drained from what your jobs asked of you, but looking forward to the weekend nonetheless. you had made an easy dinner as severus set the table, a small candle between the both of you and two glasses of wine beside your plates. after dinner, the dishes washed themselves and kisses were exchanged between you and your lover.
you both had laid on the couch - well, you laid atop severus - as he brushed your hair, talking about your days and the plans for the weekend. severus loved hearing you talk, almost as much as he loved feeling your fingers graze over his cheek once you noticed he had fallen into his thoughts.
he had leaned forward, catching your lips in a soft but passionate kiss, his thumb rubbing your cheek in a soothing manner. one kiss turned into two, and he made sure to lay his lips upon your cheeks, eyelids, nose - anywhere he could reach.
your soft giggles were the best thing he had heard all day.
soon enough, you awoke to his thumb rubbing your cheek once again and as your eyes opened, you let out a quiet laugh, "you have a serious staring problem." a yawn followed soon after.
severus hummed, "is it wrong to admire my wife?"
you laid on your back, pointer finger running down his nose, "I guess not, no - but why when I sleep?"
he answered quietly, kissing the palm of your hand, "because you look like the most ethereal being to walk this earth."
with a blush, you pushed his face away gently as he laughed, "you're such a sap."
after putting on one of his dress shirts and a pair of shorts, the two of you made your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and getting ready for the day. severus stood beside you, admiring your features as you made faces at him in the mirror; after rinsing, he grasped onto your hips, giving you a quick kiss.
with a hum, you wrapped your arms around his neck, "eggs and toast?"
severus nodded, "fried?"
you scoffed, "of course - dippy are the best."
soon enough, the both of you were in the kitchen, bread already toasted as you stood over the stove, eggs being placed on toast. reaching over the stove into the cabinets, severus grabbed 'everything but the bagel' seasoning, sprinkling it on top of your eggs and toast.
severus leaned over the kitchen table, laying a kiss upon your cheek, "thank you for breakfast, my love."
you loved mornings like this.
there were some mornings where you barely ate, mostly paying attention to the potions professor. how his nose crooked just the right way, the way his hair still looked like bedhead, the way he tried to stifle a yawn, and among others. you simply loved looking at him, enamored with how stunning he was.
he'd notice your staring and say with a soft chuckle, "you have a serious staring problem."
you stuck your tongue out at him.
later on, throughout the day, you'd accomplish many word searches as severus would do crossword puzzles, silencing enveloping the two of you. your feet would lay upon his thighs, and you two would be stretched comfortably upon the couch. if you wanted, a fire would be going along with soft music playing on his record player. he'd give a flick of his wand and once the vinyl was finished, another would be playing soon after.
severus loved hearing you hum the songs that played, as he adored watching your tongue lay between your lips in concentration. your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes scanned the page, a soft "yes!" escaping you as you found a word.
when he'd focus on his crossword puzzle, you'd love to watch severus as a focused frown would form on his face. he'd place the eraser side of his pencil between his teeth, talking to himself as he replayed the hint in his head. every once in a while, he would lean down, using your legs as a table to fill in his word; you'd try not to laugh as he did this.
flipping through the newspaper - or even a book as you read throughout the day - you saw a recipe for mini apple pies. feet wiggling excitedly, you looked through the ingredients, noticing you had everything you needed, having gone shopping the night before coming home.
severus would hum as your smile grew bigger, "another recipe I'm assuming, sweetheart?"
you bit your lip as you looked at him, "but they're mini apple pies."
he'd look at you with side-eye, "do we need anything?"
you shook your head, "we have everything here."
rubbing a thumb soothingly over your leg, severus would lean back in his spot on the couch, "are we sharing?"
"depends on how they turn out."
while you two were no professional bakers, the tiny slices severus had cut the apples in to came out pretty good, fitting perfectly within the dough you placed in muffin pans. with careful precision, and trying to ignore severus poking your hips as you sliced the dough to lace the top of the pies, the apple pies were "pretty damn good."
you ended up not sharing with anyone.
flour hadn't gotten everywhere - shockingly - and even as severus stood behind you when you mixed the apples, sugar, and cinnamon together, the ingredients had stayed in the bowl (and in the kitchen). once they came out of the oven, two glasses of milk were sat on the table and you both cheer'd to your baking skills.
you decided to leave the dishes for sunday's problem; though, it didn't take much convincing from severus. he washed his hands alongside you, making sure the flour and sugar remains were off your arms and such. grabbing a washcloth, he'd grab your hands, drying them with such care and gentleness that a small smile worked its way upon your lips.
you loved afternoons like these.
severus always loved dragging his fingertips up and down your legs, feeling the goosebumps rise just from him. there was nothing inherently sexual about what he was doing, no, as he just loved feeling you under him.
he loved evenings like these.
soon enough, you two found yourselves in the shower, making sure to wash today's remains from your bodies, shampooing each other's hair, and washing one another. severus loved laying kisses upon your skin, smelling the body wash or shampoo on you.
once you felt a fluffy towel covering your body, you sometimes felt as if you never wanted to leave. severus's body would always be so warm after a hot shower, and as he always stood behind you, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. after searching through your drawers, a new pair of underwear would be put on and one of your husband's undershirts would go along with it.
severus groaned, "I'm going to have no clean clothes on Monday, darling dove."
your heart always soared whenever he called you that, "I'll wash it before then, you big baby."
and by you washing it, you meant he'll wash it before Monday.
laying in bed together, facing one another, the only light coming from the moon and soft light from a bedside lamp, severus felt so at peace, as did you. he'd once again rub his thumb over your cheek, tracing your lips as you'd smile softly at him. leaning over, a kiss would lay upon your lips, cheek - wherever he could reach.
"I love you," you'd say before he could pull away from you. "you make me the happiest person on this planet, and I hope I tell you that enough."
severus would have a light blush over his cheeks, resting his hand on your waist, nose brushing with yours, "and I love you, my darling dove. i will love you until the end of my days, always."
"as long as I'm right behind you."
severus loved nights like these.