It was Harry and Fleur’s anniversary and Fleur had, to Harry’s exasperation, insisted on a special roleplay. Of course, Harry was generally more than willing to indulge his wife’s more adventurous side, especially when the results looked to be so enticing. Unfortunately, he’d overlooked one minor detail. He was going to have to roleplay a bloody dark lord.
Or a sith, as the muggles called it. Fleur had recently gotten into the Star Wars series and dragged him along to watch. Harry always loved spending time with his wonderful wife, and honestly the movies had been good fun themselves. If he’d paid more attention however, he might have noticed the considering looks Fleur had started sending him. Which had led to his current predicament, with a robed Fleur chained up on the bed (good) and himself covered in dark, black robes (okay) saying a bunch of bunk about anger and hate and other such rubbish (not so good). Frankly, he felt like a tosser.
Noticing that his wife was starting to give him a bit of a stink eye after he’d perhaps rolled his eyes just a bit too much at the corny lines she’d given him, he sighed internally. Well, he supposed he had spent his formative years dealing with an actual dark lord, which made him as close to experienced as anyone he was aware of when it came to this sort of thing. He was just going to have to wing it.
In which Harry turns out to be far better at “sexy sith roleplay” than either of them were expecting.