Post by Hogwarts Duo on Jun 20, 2005 10:17:31 GMT -5
Summary: It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding, isn't it? Albus thinks so!
Rating: R...which I'd guess to be 16+
WARNING: This contains a lemon and if you are not supposed to read it....then you know what to do. ^_^
Part 1 of 2
You Can’t See Me
It has been a glorious evening with their best friends and colleagues. The dinner was delicious, the banter invigorating, and the spirits warm and soothing to the nerves. The small group of witches and wizards laughed heartily and truly relished in being invited to a dinner party thrown by Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. It wasn’t every day that the two of them were able to treat their closest friends to such extravagance but this was a special day. But, like all good days, the sun always sets and the party must end.
Minerva took Albus’ hand and pulled him into her chambers, under much protest from him. He had only intended to walk her safely to her rooms and then retire to his own but Minerva wasn’t ready to let him leave so early in the night. After all it was only a little past eleven and the new day didn’t start for another forty-three minutes. There was plenty of time to get Albus tucked into bed before midnight, though she was hoping it would be her bed indeed.
Minerva slipped into her bedroom to take off her heavy robes and exchange them for her blue silk dressing gown, the one he had given her on their trip to Italy a few months back. When she returned, he had started a fire and charmed it to give off no heat, for it was the middle of summer at Hogwarts. He was just about to light a few candles when her soft voice filtered into the room.
“No, no candles tonight. Let’s just enjoy the firelight as it fills the room. It will be much more cozy that way, love.” Minerva sauntered over to Albus with an enticing swing to her hips and a lustful look in her eyes. No doubt she was feeling the warming effects of the wine consumed earlier but there was something else stirring beneath her delicate skin and it had everything to do with Albus Dumbledore.
When she was standing right in front of him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes. “I love you so much, Albus. You are my entire world and I can’t wait for tomorrow,” she purred as she pushed him down to a bearskin rug near the hearth. Albus wasn’t sure when she had conjured the rug or the dozens of plush pillows that now cradled his head but he was grateful for the talented witch’s forethought.
Laying back and smiling up at her, he took her hand and pulled her down to him. Her head rested on his chest still clothed by layers and layers of fabric, none of it to her liking. She would much rather feel his naked body pressed against hers and there was only one way to remedy that.
Minerva’s hand slid across his chest and up into his hair, brushing it back from his face and ear as she placed soft kisses along his jawline. “Mmm, your beard tickles,” she giggled before capturing his lips with hers. His mouth eagerly opened to grant her complete control as her tongue languidly stroked his, drawing a moan of pleasure from the deepest part of his soul.
For several minutes, Albus enjoyed each and every movement of Minerva’s body against his. Through the haze filling his mind, he barely noticed his outer robes disappear, following shortly by his socks and shoes. Then one by one, Minerva began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, exposing his bare chest to the night air. With much determination and a battle within his own mind, he pulled back from her seductive advances, only to be met with the most heated eyes she had ever possessed.
“I…I have to go now, sweetheart. If I don’t, it’ll be morning and I can’t be here to greet this particular day with you,” he struggled to say as her hands snaked inside his shirt in an attempt to push it from his body.
“Don’t go just yet, Albus. The night is still young and I’m not ready to call an end to it so soon,” Minerva purred into his ear before nipping at it seductively.
“Tabby, I have to go otherwise I might not be able to leave later,” he answered with extreme difficulty. The effects of her mouth and hands on his body was almost more then he could take.
“A few more minutes…please. Then, if you really want to walk out of the door, then I won’t try and stop you.” Her nimble fingers slipped his shirt from his shoulder mere seconds before she nipped at his collarbone, sending his senses spiraling upwards toward the familiar heavens he so often shared with her.
“Mmm, yessss, a…few more…mmm, minutes and then…I have to go, my dear.” Albus dropped his head back among the pillows, closing his eyes and relinquishing complete control to the woman who was determined to make the most of her time with him.
At first, Minerva teased him with soft kisses about his face and neck. Her teeth nipped at his ears, her hot breath blew across his skin, and even her dainty hands were no strangers to his body. Peeling away his shirt from his body to reveal his well-defined chest, Minerva smiled in anticipation. “I’m going to make you forget your name tonight,” she whispered before running her hands across the expanse of his chest. A light sprinkling of his chest hair tickled Minerva’s palms, causing shivers to chase up and down her spine at the thought of how they would feel brushing against her already sensitive breasts.
Lowering her head to his chest, Minerva took her time in worshipping each of his nipples, caressing them with her tongue or teasing them with her hands and fingers. She knew she was having the desired effect on him when one of his large hands began to rub her bottom, in slow, tight circles at first then changing into something so much more. With each new circle on her bum, her dressing gown rose higher and higher until he gasped.
When Minerva had disappeared into her bedroom, she had taken the liberty of removing all of her clothing then covering her body with the silky material. Now, Albus had discovered her little secret as his large hand was massaging her bottom, applying just the right amount of pressure to intensify the heat between her legs.
Not one to be outdone, Minerva kissed her way down his chest towards the waistband of his pants. The tiny trail of auburn hair blazed a path to the place she most desired to be as her fingers reached for the button of his pants.
“No, Min. We have to stop. Please,” he begged only half heartedly as her palm firmly pressed against the bulge now evident inside his trousers.
Rating: R...which I'd guess to be 16+
WARNING: This contains a lemon and if you are not supposed to read it....then you know what to do. ^_^
Part 1 of 2
You Can’t See Me
It has been a glorious evening with their best friends and colleagues. The dinner was delicious, the banter invigorating, and the spirits warm and soothing to the nerves. The small group of witches and wizards laughed heartily and truly relished in being invited to a dinner party thrown by Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. It wasn’t every day that the two of them were able to treat their closest friends to such extravagance but this was a special day. But, like all good days, the sun always sets and the party must end.
Minerva took Albus’ hand and pulled him into her chambers, under much protest from him. He had only intended to walk her safely to her rooms and then retire to his own but Minerva wasn’t ready to let him leave so early in the night. After all it was only a little past eleven and the new day didn’t start for another forty-three minutes. There was plenty of time to get Albus tucked into bed before midnight, though she was hoping it would be her bed indeed.
Minerva slipped into her bedroom to take off her heavy robes and exchange them for her blue silk dressing gown, the one he had given her on their trip to Italy a few months back. When she returned, he had started a fire and charmed it to give off no heat, for it was the middle of summer at Hogwarts. He was just about to light a few candles when her soft voice filtered into the room.
“No, no candles tonight. Let’s just enjoy the firelight as it fills the room. It will be much more cozy that way, love.” Minerva sauntered over to Albus with an enticing swing to her hips and a lustful look in her eyes. No doubt she was feeling the warming effects of the wine consumed earlier but there was something else stirring beneath her delicate skin and it had everything to do with Albus Dumbledore.
When she was standing right in front of him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes. “I love you so much, Albus. You are my entire world and I can’t wait for tomorrow,” she purred as she pushed him down to a bearskin rug near the hearth. Albus wasn’t sure when she had conjured the rug or the dozens of plush pillows that now cradled his head but he was grateful for the talented witch’s forethought.
Laying back and smiling up at her, he took her hand and pulled her down to him. Her head rested on his chest still clothed by layers and layers of fabric, none of it to her liking. She would much rather feel his naked body pressed against hers and there was only one way to remedy that.
Minerva’s hand slid across his chest and up into his hair, brushing it back from his face and ear as she placed soft kisses along his jawline. “Mmm, your beard tickles,” she giggled before capturing his lips with hers. His mouth eagerly opened to grant her complete control as her tongue languidly stroked his, drawing a moan of pleasure from the deepest part of his soul.
For several minutes, Albus enjoyed each and every movement of Minerva’s body against his. Through the haze filling his mind, he barely noticed his outer robes disappear, following shortly by his socks and shoes. Then one by one, Minerva began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, exposing his bare chest to the night air. With much determination and a battle within his own mind, he pulled back from her seductive advances, only to be met with the most heated eyes she had ever possessed.
“I…I have to go now, sweetheart. If I don’t, it’ll be morning and I can’t be here to greet this particular day with you,” he struggled to say as her hands snaked inside his shirt in an attempt to push it from his body.
“Don’t go just yet, Albus. The night is still young and I’m not ready to call an end to it so soon,” Minerva purred into his ear before nipping at it seductively.
“Tabby, I have to go otherwise I might not be able to leave later,” he answered with extreme difficulty. The effects of her mouth and hands on his body was almost more then he could take.
“A few more minutes…please. Then, if you really want to walk out of the door, then I won’t try and stop you.” Her nimble fingers slipped his shirt from his shoulder mere seconds before she nipped at his collarbone, sending his senses spiraling upwards toward the familiar heavens he so often shared with her.
“Mmm, yessss, a…few more…mmm, minutes and then…I have to go, my dear.” Albus dropped his head back among the pillows, closing his eyes and relinquishing complete control to the woman who was determined to make the most of her time with him.
At first, Minerva teased him with soft kisses about his face and neck. Her teeth nipped at his ears, her hot breath blew across his skin, and even her dainty hands were no strangers to his body. Peeling away his shirt from his body to reveal his well-defined chest, Minerva smiled in anticipation. “I’m going to make you forget your name tonight,” she whispered before running her hands across the expanse of his chest. A light sprinkling of his chest hair tickled Minerva’s palms, causing shivers to chase up and down her spine at the thought of how they would feel brushing against her already sensitive breasts.
Lowering her head to his chest, Minerva took her time in worshipping each of his nipples, caressing them with her tongue or teasing them with her hands and fingers. She knew she was having the desired effect on him when one of his large hands began to rub her bottom, in slow, tight circles at first then changing into something so much more. With each new circle on her bum, her dressing gown rose higher and higher until he gasped.
When Minerva had disappeared into her bedroom, she had taken the liberty of removing all of her clothing then covering her body with the silky material. Now, Albus had discovered her little secret as his large hand was massaging her bottom, applying just the right amount of pressure to intensify the heat between her legs.
Not one to be outdone, Minerva kissed her way down his chest towards the waistband of his pants. The tiny trail of auburn hair blazed a path to the place she most desired to be as her fingers reached for the button of his pants.
“No, Min. We have to stop. Please,” he begged only half heartedly as her palm firmly pressed against the bulge now evident inside his trousers.
!!!!!!!!! Wonderful but bad! This was brilliantly written what a amazingly steamy lemon 
