Title: Good Morning
Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net)
Pairing: W/SS
Genre: BtVS/HP Crossover.
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP
belong to JK Rowling, et al.
Distribution: Anyone who has "Victims of Circumstance" can have this, too.
Author’s Note: A sort of follow-up to "Victims of Circumstance".
Notes2: For Whispers, on her birthday.

~*~

The morning was cold, much colder than Willow would have preferred, and that
alone was the reason that she wanted nothing more than to crawl deeper under
her blankets, heated to perfection with a warming charm, and sleep away the
day.

Well, that was part of the reason, at least. The other half was most
definitely that she was tired and just didn’t feel like getting up. The same
could apparently be said for her husband, for he was still breathing deeply
beside her, his conscious mind abandoned to the deep clutches of sleep. She
was bordering on the edge of wakefulness for only one reason –

Sera was awake.

She opened her eyes just enough to peer into the darkness of her room, to
the open doorway across from her. The lights were lit in that common area of
the suite of rooms she shared with Severus and her daughter, and a child’s
shadow played across the floor as she moved about.

The question was only ‘what was she doing’?

And then, ‘will she make a mess doing it’?

Willow sighed softly, closing her eyes and forcing herself not to worry for
once. The child was nearly six years old now, definitely old enough to be
wandering around their suites without her mother worrying about every little
thing.

That nagging feeling just wouldn’t go away, though; and despite her wishes
to sleep past eight in the morning on a Saturday, just this once, she found
herself slipping from the bound with hardly a whisper of sound. Severus didn
’t even move as she did so, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He needed his
rest. Too many late night detentions served with defiant students were
taking his toll on him. It was difficult to remember, with as well as he had
kept his youthful appearance, that this man was almost old enough to be her
own father. It had never played a part in their relationship, and she
carried no ill feelings about it, but his health definitely worried her at
times. Especially when he didn’t get enough rest.

She pulled on a thick green robe, walking to the door of her room. She
paused, hand on the door frame, watching her daughter.

Sera was precocious, that had never been in doubt. When Willow had learned
about her father’s occupation and inherent intelligence, the child’s
formidable skills of reasoning and learning had been all that much more
understandable. As such, Willow was rarely surprised by anything Sera did.

So it was like any other morning when she watched as her daughter set the
small dining table for three people. There was a tray of food perched
precariously on the arm of the sofa and Willow could only assume that Sera
had asked the house elves for it. She held a hand to her mouth to fight back
a laugh over the contents of the tray. Strawberries and fresh cream,
pancakes and syrup – that was all fine. But. . . roast beef and mashed
potatoes? Fresh buttered rolls and apple pie?

"Are you going to eat that all by yourself, sweetie?"

Sera whirled, carefully folded napkin in hand, spoon in the other.

"Go back to bed!" She shrieked softly, mindful that her daddy had yet to
join them. "This is a surprise!"

Willow snorted. The only surprise would be if Sera actually expected them to
eat all of that food. Mashed potatoes for breakfast? She shuddered to think
about the stomach-churning combinations Sera could come up with using such a
wide variety of food items.

"But I’m not sleepy any more." Willow argued, still not moving from the
doorway.

"Well . . . " Sera frowned, face petulant. "Just go in there until I come
get you."

The red head knew better than to argue with her daughter – at least not when
the raven haired child could pull a resolve face that was ten times better
than her own.

"Fine." She shrugged, turning back to the room. She shut the door half-way,
blocking off most of the light that had been flooding in from the lit
sconces.

"What is she doing now?"

Willow laughed as Severus’ voice penetrated the darkness.

"She’s setting the table for breakfast."

She crawled into the bed, laying her body alongside his during the silence
that preceded his response.

"Will this ‘breakfast’ be something that I wish to eat?"

"If you don’t want to hurt her feelings, yes. I can’t comment on whether or
not you’ll really ‘want’ to eat it, though. She has an odd opinion on what
should be served for this most important meal of the day, apparently."

"I was afraid of that."

She could barely make out the shape of his body in the darkness, much less
his face, but she knew from the sound of his voice that he had at least a
little smile on his face. She reached up, feeling her way to his lips,
running a finger over their softness.

"How did a child with parents like hers end up being such a perky morning
person, hmm?" Willow murmured, slowly lowering her head towards the
approximate location of those lips she was currently reveling in the
softness of.

"Switched at birth, perhaps?" His lips moved beneath her fingers, tongue
snaking out to lure one into his mouth. He suckled gently on the digit
before releasing it. His hands were getting into the act, now, roaming with
sweet abandon over her body. She arched into his touch, eyes closing as she
contemplated his words.

She laughed lightly. "No dear, there’s no accounting for that face, that
nose. She is most definitely your child."
Her lips found his mouth a moment later, cutting off any reply he could have
made to her rather logical argument on her child’s parentage. With gentle
pressure she probed his lips, her tongue seeking access to the warm recesses
of his mouth. He granted it without a moment’s hesitation, and their tongue
came together, slick on slick, warmth on warmth. Like two pieces coming
together to be a whole, their mouths merged and mated, hands wandering upon
the other’s body.

"You certainly know how to say ‘good morning’ to a girl," she murmured into
his lips, before diving in for another kiss. Even as the back of her mind
said that this wasn’t a good idea with Sera in the next room, she found her
hands moving inexplicably lower, as if beyond her control. At any moment
Sera would be calling them in for her version of breakfast and they would
have to stop this delicious torture, postpone their mutual desire for
gratification until later that night, when Sera would finally return to her
room for sleep.

Laying half on his body, her hands wandering over his hips, his stomach, she
could feel the very evident state of arousal he was in. The fact that there
was nothing she could do about it made it that much more erotic. He wanted
her, she wanted him; and because of a twist of fate they couldn’t give in to
those desires until much later.

"You are a glorious tease, woman," he growled into her ear, roaming hands on
the inside of her robe, brushing the edges of her curves through the
softness of her nightgown.

"Am not," she argued, nipping at his neck before turning her talented mouth
to his earlobe. "We’ll finish this – just not right now."

"We have time. . ." He argued weakly, a moan interrupting his train of
thought.

"No we don’t. Any minute now Sera will come to the door and –"

"MOMMY, DADDY – BREAKFAST!"

"Or perhaps she will just scream from the other room?" Severus smirked,
laying one last kiss on her lips. "Please get up so that I may have a chance
of calming down in an expedient manner?"

Willow blushed and slid off of him, then off of the bed entirely. She
straightened her nightgown and robe before grabbing her wand from the
nightstand.

"Lumos!"

Light flooded the room from the magical sconces on the walls, giving her her
first look at Severus for the day. His hair was tousled; nightclothes were
out of place, and the over obvious evidence of his arousal was jutting out,
making the silk poke out in front rather amusingly.

"Must you giggle?"

"I must." She nodded, rounding the bed to stand in front of him.

"We will finish this later."

"Promise?" Willow grinned, touching him through his nightclothes before
wandering across the room.

"I swear it." He growled, as another scream came from the next room.

Willow grinned saucily and turned to the bedroom door.

"I can’t wait."

She heard, as she walked through the door, almost as if whispered for her
ears alone, Severus’ response in the pure silk of his voice that she loved
so much.

"Neither can I."

~*~The End~*~