Post by Kalex on Jan 31, 2005 14:32:51 GMT -5
A New Stage- Challenge Response
Albus Dumbledore sat on an uncomfortable stool beside the examination table his wife lay on. Minerva insisted on seeing muggle doctors for her yearly checkups. She was adamant that every healer and mediwitch at St. Mungos was either a former student, former classmate, parent of a current student, or parent of a former student and she intended to keep her private affairs just that, private.
Albus didn’t mind venturing into muggle London during winter holidays. There was something about the way muggles celebrated the season that always tugged at his heart. He also had the opportunity to ride in the elevator again.
Right now he was distinctly uncomfortable. Minerva was dressed in a paper gown, which hid very little from view. Her doctor, a Melissa Fairchild, was extremely competent and he was properly awed at the degrees that hung on the wall in her office. He looked into Minerva’s eyes as she closed them with a slight grimace.
The doctor had her at the edge of the table and was performing a thoroughly invasive examination. Was this really necessary? He tried to ignore what was happening at that end of the table and concentrated on Minerva’s face. Her eyes were open now and she smiled at him.
“It’s over, Albus,” she reassured him and sure enough the doctor had moved away and handed several objects to her nurse. She urged Minerva to sit up and parted the front of the gown. The doctor’s hand moved over Minerva’s breast and Albus’ eyes widened. What was she doing?
He cleared his throat nervously but neither paid attention to him. The doctor repeated her actions on the other breast before closing the gown again and tying the ends together.
“Nothing out of the ordinary there, Minerva. Have you been experiencing any discomfort in your breasts?”
“No, nothing. Not even during my monthly,” she answered. Albus colored as the topic turned to such an intimate subject.
“Are your periods regular? Any changes in flow or duration?”
Minerva shook her head. “I haven’t had one for about seven weeks now but I’ve skipped a month before on occasion.”
“Any chance of pregnancy?” The doctor asked. Minerva shook her head but the doctor felt she should draw some blood and run a test all the same.
Albus watched as the doctor inserted a needle and filled a vial with Minerva’s blood. Muggles certainly did strange things but he was curious to know if his wife was with child. The nurse had returned and took this new vial away.
“Has there been any pain during intercourse?” This question brought his head up sharply.
“None at all,” answered Minerva.
“Have you been able to achieve proper lubrication?” The doctor was writing in a folder and Albus fought the urge to yank it from her hands. Was she writing this down? How could such questions be necessary? Minerva was escorted behind a screen to redress but the conversation between doctor and patient continued.
He listened as Minerva and the doctor spent several minutes discussing the frequency of their sexual relations as well as Minerva’s responses. Wishing a hole would just open up and swallow him; he tried to ignore them both.
The nurse returned and handed Dr. Fairchild a paper. “You are not pregnant. It seems you have entered another phase in your life. You have begun menopause.” She went on to discuss several concerns with Minerva who looked distressed at the news.
Albus took one of her hands in his and held it in reassurance. He listened as the doctor mentioned possible mood swings and hormonal changes. He was dismayed to see his wife tear up.
“Minerva, its alright. You’re perfectly healthy and we can handle these changes.”
“Albus, you don’t understand. I won’t be able to have children.”
Albus was puzzled. “But darling, you’ve never had children or even expressed a desire for any.” Dr. Fairchild struggled to keep her neutral façade in place but Minerva rolled her eyes.
“You’re such a man. Albus, if I had known this sooner I would have left you home.”
Unsure of how to respond Albus remained quiet. He didn’t like the tension in the room but he didn’t want to be the cause of such unhappiness in Minerva either. He held on to both her hands and looked into her eyes.
“We have raised so many children together and it doesn’t even matter that they aren’t our own. I’m happy knowing we have many years ahead of us filled with children, the naughty ones as well as the loveable ones, and I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side. Don’t fret over not bearing your own. I love you for the thousands you’ve spent so much time with and the many thousand more that will enter our lives.”
Minerva smiled through her tears and even Dr. Fairchild’s expression softened. She coughed after a moment and her visage was, once again, professional.
“One advantage many of my patients tells me is that without the need for birth control measures and the worry of the possible surprise of a child, they were able to relax and enjoy even more pleasure during intercourse. Also a woman’s libido may increase exponentially during menopause as well as her satisfaction.”
The glee on Albus’ face was evident and once again the doctor felt her mask slip. She gave into her laughter as Albus stood and helped his wife to her feet. She bade both of them a good day and shook her head after they left.
Albus and Minerva entered the elevator with several others and rode silently for several floors. After several trips up and down waiting for the lift to empty, they were finally alone.
“I’ll see you at home, Albus.” She apparated away and returned home. Albus would follow eventually. The lure of an elevator ride often took a while before he was contented.
He arrived home with his arms filled with flowers.
“Albus, why?” she asked as she inhaled the fragrance of the bouquets.
“A celebration, my dear.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I think its proper to celebrate the deep satisfaction you will be gaining from now on.”
She kissed his cheek. “I have always been satisfied.” She didn’t argue, however, as he picked her up and carried her into their bedroom.
I thought you might like a response from a male. Alex
Albus Dumbledore sat on an uncomfortable stool beside the examination table his wife lay on. Minerva insisted on seeing muggle doctors for her yearly checkups. She was adamant that every healer and mediwitch at St. Mungos was either a former student, former classmate, parent of a current student, or parent of a former student and she intended to keep her private affairs just that, private.
Albus didn’t mind venturing into muggle London during winter holidays. There was something about the way muggles celebrated the season that always tugged at his heart. He also had the opportunity to ride in the elevator again.
Right now he was distinctly uncomfortable. Minerva was dressed in a paper gown, which hid very little from view. Her doctor, a Melissa Fairchild, was extremely competent and he was properly awed at the degrees that hung on the wall in her office. He looked into Minerva’s eyes as she closed them with a slight grimace.
The doctor had her at the edge of the table and was performing a thoroughly invasive examination. Was this really necessary? He tried to ignore what was happening at that end of the table and concentrated on Minerva’s face. Her eyes were open now and she smiled at him.
“It’s over, Albus,” she reassured him and sure enough the doctor had moved away and handed several objects to her nurse. She urged Minerva to sit up and parted the front of the gown. The doctor’s hand moved over Minerva’s breast and Albus’ eyes widened. What was she doing?
He cleared his throat nervously but neither paid attention to him. The doctor repeated her actions on the other breast before closing the gown again and tying the ends together.
“Nothing out of the ordinary there, Minerva. Have you been experiencing any discomfort in your breasts?”
“No, nothing. Not even during my monthly,” she answered. Albus colored as the topic turned to such an intimate subject.
“Are your periods regular? Any changes in flow or duration?”
Minerva shook her head. “I haven’t had one for about seven weeks now but I’ve skipped a month before on occasion.”
“Any chance of pregnancy?” The doctor asked. Minerva shook her head but the doctor felt she should draw some blood and run a test all the same.
Albus watched as the doctor inserted a needle and filled a vial with Minerva’s blood. Muggles certainly did strange things but he was curious to know if his wife was with child. The nurse had returned and took this new vial away.
“Has there been any pain during intercourse?” This question brought his head up sharply.
“None at all,” answered Minerva.
“Have you been able to achieve proper lubrication?” The doctor was writing in a folder and Albus fought the urge to yank it from her hands. Was she writing this down? How could such questions be necessary? Minerva was escorted behind a screen to redress but the conversation between doctor and patient continued.
He listened as Minerva and the doctor spent several minutes discussing the frequency of their sexual relations as well as Minerva’s responses. Wishing a hole would just open up and swallow him; he tried to ignore them both.
The nurse returned and handed Dr. Fairchild a paper. “You are not pregnant. It seems you have entered another phase in your life. You have begun menopause.” She went on to discuss several concerns with Minerva who looked distressed at the news.
Albus took one of her hands in his and held it in reassurance. He listened as the doctor mentioned possible mood swings and hormonal changes. He was dismayed to see his wife tear up.
“Minerva, its alright. You’re perfectly healthy and we can handle these changes.”
“Albus, you don’t understand. I won’t be able to have children.”
Albus was puzzled. “But darling, you’ve never had children or even expressed a desire for any.” Dr. Fairchild struggled to keep her neutral façade in place but Minerva rolled her eyes.
“You’re such a man. Albus, if I had known this sooner I would have left you home.”
Unsure of how to respond Albus remained quiet. He didn’t like the tension in the room but he didn’t want to be the cause of such unhappiness in Minerva either. He held on to both her hands and looked into her eyes.
“We have raised so many children together and it doesn’t even matter that they aren’t our own. I’m happy knowing we have many years ahead of us filled with children, the naughty ones as well as the loveable ones, and I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side. Don’t fret over not bearing your own. I love you for the thousands you’ve spent so much time with and the many thousand more that will enter our lives.”
Minerva smiled through her tears and even Dr. Fairchild’s expression softened. She coughed after a moment and her visage was, once again, professional.
“One advantage many of my patients tells me is that without the need for birth control measures and the worry of the possible surprise of a child, they were able to relax and enjoy even more pleasure during intercourse. Also a woman’s libido may increase exponentially during menopause as well as her satisfaction.”
The glee on Albus’ face was evident and once again the doctor felt her mask slip. She gave into her laughter as Albus stood and helped his wife to her feet. She bade both of them a good day and shook her head after they left.
Albus and Minerva entered the elevator with several others and rode silently for several floors. After several trips up and down waiting for the lift to empty, they were finally alone.
“I’ll see you at home, Albus.” She apparated away and returned home. Albus would follow eventually. The lure of an elevator ride often took a while before he was contented.
He arrived home with his arms filled with flowers.
“Albus, why?” she asked as she inhaled the fragrance of the bouquets.
“A celebration, my dear.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I think its proper to celebrate the deep satisfaction you will be gaining from now on.”
She kissed his cheek. “I have always been satisfied.” She didn’t argue, however, as he picked her up and carried her into their bedroom.
I thought you might like a response from a male. Alex
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