Snitches and Quaffles

Chapter 33 -2008

-August 2008-

Liesel was baking when Alfons wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey love," he greeted his hot breath tickling her ear.

That still sent a shiver down her spine and she replied. "Hey Alfie."

"Have you thought about what you want to do for our anniversary?" Alfons asked.

"Maybe just stay home and be with the kids."

Alfons looked shocked." It's our ten-year anniversary, I was hoping we could go somewhere special."

"What were you thinking, Alfie?" she questioned.

Alfons grinned. "How about Paris, the City of Lights."

"That sounds good, what about the kids?"

Alfons smirked at his wife. "It's our anniversary trip, I kind of want to spend some alone time with my wife."

"In hopes you might be able to make love to me as much as you can," Liesel giggled.

"Precisely," Alfons said, nibbling her ear briefly.

Liesel nodded. "I'm quite okay with that."

Alfons smiled at her. They made arrangements for their kids to stay at their godparents houses.

"This is amazing!" Liesel exclaimed as they walked into the hotel room.

Alfons nodded. "It is but I know there's something more amazing."

"What's that, Alfie?" Lisel smirked.

Alfons walked closer to his wife of almost ten years. "Why you, Mrs. Herschel."

"Are you trying to charm me?"

Alfons stroked her cheek. "It depends is it working?"

"It sure is," Liesel smiled coyly at her husband.

And with that Alfons crashed his lips into hers and she moaned against his lips. He smirked, picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Liesel's hands started to undo Alfons' shirt and discarded it on the floor. Alfons laid her gently on the bed and began kissing down her neck.

"Merlin, I don't know anyone who looks as good as you do after three kids," Alfons complimented.

"I don't look that good, I have stretch marks everywhere. I never lost some of the baby weight," Liesel lamented.

Alfons shook his head and replied." You're still as beautiful as the day I married you almost ten years ago," he finished kissing each visible stretch mark on his wife's half- naked body his last kiss landing right above the waistband of her trousers causing her to slightly squirm under him and let out a moan.

"You do remember I was four months pregnant with Sera at our wedding, I couldn't be that beautiful."

Alfons smiled. "I beg to differ, my love."

"Cut the chit chat, Alfie," she said, reaching over and unzipping her husband's trousers deftly eying his growing erection.

"Someone's eager," he smirked, cockily.

"You're teasing me, how can I not be eager."

Alfons smirked playfully at his wife. "Am I?"

"Yes you are."

"I'm sorry, love," he apologized his hand hovering over the waistband of her trousers.

"Take them off."