Post by TartanPhoenix on Feb 21, 2005 22:44:12 GMT -5
Albus simply stared into the dark room as a sliver of light filtered through the partially open door and across the bed. She had stirred ever so slightly when the light had danced across her face, but she had settled again back into dreams with a soft smile and a sigh. Her raven hair, that during the day never could find release, was fanned out across the pillow and her pale skin seemed translucent in the faint light. In a single word she was perfection.
He had seen her face and nothing else in his dreams for the last two weeks, but nothing could have compared to the view he now had of her. This last mission for the Order had taken longer than was expected; he should have been home almost a week ago, but nothing goes as you expect it seems.
Shaking his head to clear the haunting thoughts from his mind, he stepped into the room and let his heavy, worn traveling cloak fall silently across the back of his favorite chair. Even in the darkness his steps were sure as he made his way toward the bed, removing his clothes as he walked. His thoughts were filled with nothing but her, the way she laughed, that knowing smile that she had only for him.
He carefully slid in between the warm sheets and he was immediately surrounded by the subtle smell of vanilla that seemed to follow her everywhere. Even in her sleep, she seemed to recognize his presence as she turned toward him and snuggled against him. His arms automatically wrapped themselves around her slender frame and cradled her to him as her head came to rest against his chest. He leaned forward ever so slightly and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead before laying back against the pillows. It was just before he fell asleep that he heard her soft voice. "Welcome home Albus. I love you."
"And I you my love, my Minerva."
He had seen her face and nothing else in his dreams for the last two weeks, but nothing could have compared to the view he now had of her. This last mission for the Order had taken longer than was expected; he should have been home almost a week ago, but nothing goes as you expect it seems.
Shaking his head to clear the haunting thoughts from his mind, he stepped into the room and let his heavy, worn traveling cloak fall silently across the back of his favorite chair. Even in the darkness his steps were sure as he made his way toward the bed, removing his clothes as he walked. His thoughts were filled with nothing but her, the way she laughed, that knowing smile that she had only for him.
He carefully slid in between the warm sheets and he was immediately surrounded by the subtle smell of vanilla that seemed to follow her everywhere. Even in her sleep, she seemed to recognize his presence as she turned toward him and snuggled against him. His arms automatically wrapped themselves around her slender frame and cradled her to him as her head came to rest against his chest. He leaned forward ever so slightly and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead before laying back against the pillows. It was just before he fell asleep that he heard her soft voice. "Welcome home Albus. I love you."
"And I you my love, my Minerva."
An absolutely adorable little story! And a wonderful way to start my day! Thanks for sharing!!!!
I feel all fuzzy now. 
