Severus entered the kitchen and raised one eyebrow to see Hermione kneeling in the fireplace. He did enjoy her nesting phases, no matter what brought them on. Having it off, however, seemed called for under the circumstances, and by the time Hermione had realised that she was no longer alone, Severus had disrobed and was standing advantageously behind her.
"That's not a scrubbing brush I feel," she said, her voice echoing up the Floo.
Encouraged, Severus placed his hands on Hermione's hips and rubbed his prick against her, asking, "Perhaps you'd prefer another form of catharsis before your parents arrive?"