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"They say that I have the best ass be-low fourteenth street, is it true?" Hermione asked in a sing-song voice.
'What?" Severus replied, unknowingly giving the correct next line.
"You're staring again~"
"Hermione, what are you talking about? We don't have a 14th Street," Severus said, still confused, but enjoying the way his wife was twining her body around his.
"Would you light my candle?" she continued.
"That better be a euphemism," Severus growled, grabbing her swiftly and pressing his arousal against her. "Enough singing and teasing." He pulled her into an impatient kiss, lighting a fire in them both.