The kiss, when it happened, was glorious.
Severus lightly touched his lips to Minerva's own, then slowly slid his serpentine tongue (he was not head of Slytherin House for nothing) between them, opening them like the petals of a flower.
She tasted to him of honey and hyssop and elderflower wine. He tasted to her of cinnamon and smelled of amber musk. Pressed together as they were, they could feel each other's hearts beating faster with each moment.
He broke away for a moment so he could study her face. Her eyes shone like sapphires and her entire face and neck were flushed. Just as, he reckoned, his own would be.
"How far do you want to take this right now?", he asked, stroking her hair away from her cheeks.
"As far as you want it to go," she replied, undoing the fastenings of his robe.
He smiled down at her. "I was hoping you'd say that," he said, running his hands along her sleek, sensual form. He suddenly stopped. "Oh, no!"
"Severus, what is it?"
"Young Aubrey. I left him down in the dungeons with some brewing asafoetida. He's probably half-dead from the stench by now."
"Oh, dear!"
Refastening garments as they ran, they went swiftly down to the dungeons....