Post by Karmin on Jul 27, 2005 14:08:35 GMT -5
I thought I would try my hand at a lemon. They are not as easy as I thought but here it is. Thanks to Kandie for not laughing and to Erin. Karmin
Summer Shower
Warning: Lemon inside and not suitable for those under legal age!
Minerva McGonagall could not remember the last time she had suffered such a dreary day. It was summer and the castle was empty save for Albus Dumbledore, headmaster extraordinaire, and Hagrid, the groundskeeper. Even Argus Filch had gone visiting relatives for a few weeks.
The day had begun so lovely. Minerva had awakened before sunrise and quickly left the castle to run about the grounds in her animagus form. It was important to keep her skills sharp and it kept her body trim.
She stopped to watch the dawn break and allow a small daydream about Albus. Her feelings for him had intensified ever since You-know-who had been vanquished, at least temporarily, by little Harry Potter. Without the weight of war over her head, she had been able to relax and recognize she was falling in love.
Her musings had led to fantasies and she was rudely brought into reality by a stream of murky lake water from the giant squid. Cursing under her breath she hurried into the castle to shower and dress for the day.
Unfortunately Albus had met her in the entrance hall and she was needed to accompany him to a meeting with the Board of Governors over the suitability of Severus Snape as Potionsmaster of Hogwarts. The latter man’s past was called into question once again and Albus was hard pressed to find character witnesses for her former student.
With a sigh she had to resort to cleaning charms and her skills in Transfiguration.
It was a full thirteen hours before they were able to return to the castle. The meeting had gone on forever and Minerva could barely find the energy to care whether Severus was accepted or not. She had not been able to sit next to Albus during those long hours nor had she been able to speak with him even once. She could not gaze at him and fantasize about how he looked, his smile, his voice as she longed for she had been trapped beside an unpleasant, sneering Severus Snape. She was tired and hungry and she wanted a long hot shower.
She smiled gratefully when Albus suggested dinner in his office in an hour’s time and took off for her rooms.
She was detained twice by ghosts on the way to her rooms looking for Peeves but with a brisk shake of her head she had hurried along. She only had an hour to make herself presentable. She planned to make the most of dinner alone with Albus.
She entered her rooms and immediately headed for the bathroom. She quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. With a flick of her wrist cool liquid came pouring down on her head and she leaned back with her eyes closed.
Opening her eyes and reaching for her washcloth she let out a shriek as black ink washed over her. Someone had put ink pellets in her faucet. She shut off the water and tried to remove the ink from her skin. She was only partially successful. She pulled on her dressing gown and tried to remove the ink from her hair.
Fury built inside her as she quickly zeroed in on the culprit. Peeves! He had played his last prank as far as she was concerned. Either he goes or she does!
Minerva stormed from her rooms with her dressing gown barely keeping her modesty intact. Several ghosts saw the ferocity of her expression and turned in another direction to avoid her path.
“Peeves! You blasted demon from hell! Show yourself immediately!”
She heard a raspberry blown from the floor below and she took off after him. Peeves began launching light fixtures at her and taunting her and Minerva vowed the poltergeist would know a pain greater than anything death could shield from him.
A dung bomb was launched at her and she had to turn down a hallway to avoid it.
CRASH!
Minerva tumbled as she collided with a suit of armor. Peeves’ taunts were growing fainter and her anger increased further as she realized he might escape. She would take a shortcut. He was heading towards the Professors’ Lounge and she knew a quicker route.
She rose with remarkable ease and scurried down a little used corridor. She stood in front of two large paintings and thought for a moment. One was a door to another hallway but which was it?
The first opened easily and deciding this was the correct one, Minerva plunged ahead.
“My dear,” murmured Albus.
Minerva stopped short. She was in a well-lit room with Albus and aside from the towel wrapped around his waist he wore nothing.
“Albus!” she began before bursting into tears.
Albus took in her appearance. Her hair was dripping black water. Her face was covered in it and by all evidence so was the rest of her body. Her dressing gown was thin and clung to her curves. The black liquid had soaked through in some spots.
He went into his bathroom and returned with a towel. She was sobbing and not looking at him so he carefully wiped her face and removed some of the stain. She gave a shuddering sniffle and gave him a weak smile.
“You said you would take full responsibility for him this summer, Albus.” She swallowed and sniffled again. “You must do something about Peeves. He put ink pellets in my shower. Look at me!”
“You look beautiful, my dear.”
Minerva’s head came up sharply and she looked at him searching his eyes for merriment but she only found honesty.
“I just wanted a shower, a shower and dinner. Is that too much to ask?”
Albus didn’t answer and Minerva felt her shoulders slump. She was tired now and there was no point in hunting down Peeves. He would hide from her for days. She couldn’t even appreciate Albus dressed in only a towel.
Albus took in her defeated posture and quickly made a decision. He lifted her in his arms and carried her into his bathroom. He secured a towel around her hair and charmed it to stay in place until removed.
“I am not certain the stains will come off. It will probably have to wear off,” she sighed.
Albus gently placed her on the edge of the tub and summoned a washcloth. The tub began to fill with warm water and he caused blue bubbles to come from one of the spigots. He soaked the flannel in the water and squeezed out the excess.
With careful precision he began removing the ink stains from her face. Minerva sat still as he traced her features with the cloth. His touch was soft and his eyes followed his hand. It took several minutes before most of the ink was removed and there was still a gray tinge to her face.
Albus rinsed the cloth and began to wipe Minerva’s neck. She tilted her head back. A sigh escaped her lips as he reapplied the cloth. His touch was so soothing.
When she arched her back to allow him greater access he tried to avert his eyes but his gaze kept returning to the gap in her dressing gown. Her cleavage was alluring and tantalizing. The temptation to remove the ink from the rest of her body was strong.
He rinsed the cloth again. His hand slipped into her dressing gown and began to wipe her upper chest. He was certain she would rise up and give him what for but she remained silent.
“Minerva, could you turn around?”
Minerva turned so he was presented with her back and was glad he could not see the look of shock on her face as his hands moved around her waist and untied her belt. The dressing gown was slipped off her shoulders and she felt the cloth on her back.
His motions were slow and sure and she relished the feel of liquid heat on her skin. When she was sure her back was as clean as he could achieve she leaned back against him giving him the opportunity to see her upper half fully.
He began washing her chest by applying the cloth in the cleft between her breasts. She clenched her teeth in frustration as he avoided the mound of flesh that she most wanted touched. Her inky nipples were hard and she closed her eyes imagining his mouth on her instead of the cloth.
She pressed the sides of her arms against her breast and heard a sharp intake of breath before his groan floated across her skin.
Albus had known her breasts would be beautiful. No one who stood as ramrod straight as Minerva would have less than perfect orbs. Their fullness did not diminish the firmness that was evident nor did the ink hide the proud, pouty nipples that begged to be kissed.
When she squeezed her arms and her breast rose in majesty he could not stop the rush of blood that dove south. His body was on full alert.
“Perhaps the shower is a good idea.” Was that his voice? Why was he croaking?
Her answer sounded husky and he was left wondering what she said. She stood but the dressing gown remained and his eyes remained trained on it until the sound of water running in the shower caught his attention.
Black water was running down the drain and Minerva’s face bore a look of ecstasy. She was washing her hair and he imagined his hands massaging her scalp.
Minerva opened her eyes to find Albus staring at her. The heat from his gaze caused her nipples to become erect despite the warm water. She saw desire blaze through his eyes as the now rosy buds tightened further. Her hand went to her breast and she saw him rise from his perch on the edge of the tub.
His towel was tented and she licked her lips as their eyes met again. Where had all the air gone? Was she still breathing?
It only took two steps before Albus reached the shower. The power she held over him was intoxicating and heady. Did she know he wanted her now? In the shower? He could not wait to wine and dine her as he planned.
His kiss was everything Minerva had fantasized and more. A surge of pleasure raced from her lips to her very core. Neither was aware of the water raining down as their hands roamed and lips traveled.
She felt his hand on her thighs and soon his fingers were entangled in the wet curls guarding her secrets. He knelt and she gasped as his lips pressed against her nether region. His tongue was hot and slipped inside her folds like hot metal through butter. She cried out as her body trembled in anticipation of climaxing.
“Albus,” she moaned.
The sound of his name on her lips spurred him further. Blood pounded in his ears and her slick folds cried for him.
He rose and lifted her slightly. Her buttocks was pressed into the wall of the stall as his hips pressed against hers.
Their coupling was frenzied but Minerva felt exquisite joy as his hardened member stroked her. His forearms bulged with tension. Her senses shattered as her release came and the greatest wizard in the world climaxed with vehemence.
It took several more minutes to wash away the evidence of their lovemaking and rinse the remaining suds from Minerva’s hair.
The air was thick with tension and Minerva tried not to notice Albus was still aroused. They brushed against each other often and his eyes twinkled when her nipples tightened when he grazed them with the back of his hand.
He shut off the water and with a wave of his hand, both were dried.
“I believe we’ve worked up sufficient appetite for dinner. Let us replenish ourselves so we might enjoy ourselves further.”
His suggestion was well received and both entered his sitting room dressed in Albus’ nightshirts. A lavish meal appeared within minutes.
“I suppose it is time to banish Peeves from the castle,” remarked Albus.
“What! Albus, how could you?”
“My dear, I am doing as you reminded me not too long ago. I am taking full responsibility for him and his actions.” Albus shook his head forcefully. “He will not cause you another minute of upheaval.”
Minerva smiled at his protective posturing. “Albus, Peeves is the reason we have had such an enjoyable evening.” She blushed slightly but smiled beseechingly. “I would feel awful if we banished him right after he brought us together.”
“I suppose he has been useful for once but he will not be allowed near your rooms again.”
“Thank you, Albus.” Minerva took a forkful of potatoes and took a bite. “How much sustenance will you be requiring?”
Albus smiled at Minerva from across the table. “I think we are in for a strenuous night. I suggest second helpings as I plan to take seconds tonight.”
Summer Shower
Warning: Lemon inside and not suitable for those under legal age!
Minerva McGonagall could not remember the last time she had suffered such a dreary day. It was summer and the castle was empty save for Albus Dumbledore, headmaster extraordinaire, and Hagrid, the groundskeeper. Even Argus Filch had gone visiting relatives for a few weeks.
The day had begun so lovely. Minerva had awakened before sunrise and quickly left the castle to run about the grounds in her animagus form. It was important to keep her skills sharp and it kept her body trim.
She stopped to watch the dawn break and allow a small daydream about Albus. Her feelings for him had intensified ever since You-know-who had been vanquished, at least temporarily, by little Harry Potter. Without the weight of war over her head, she had been able to relax and recognize she was falling in love.
Her musings had led to fantasies and she was rudely brought into reality by a stream of murky lake water from the giant squid. Cursing under her breath she hurried into the castle to shower and dress for the day.
Unfortunately Albus had met her in the entrance hall and she was needed to accompany him to a meeting with the Board of Governors over the suitability of Severus Snape as Potionsmaster of Hogwarts. The latter man’s past was called into question once again and Albus was hard pressed to find character witnesses for her former student.
With a sigh she had to resort to cleaning charms and her skills in Transfiguration.
It was a full thirteen hours before they were able to return to the castle. The meeting had gone on forever and Minerva could barely find the energy to care whether Severus was accepted or not. She had not been able to sit next to Albus during those long hours nor had she been able to speak with him even once. She could not gaze at him and fantasize about how he looked, his smile, his voice as she longed for she had been trapped beside an unpleasant, sneering Severus Snape. She was tired and hungry and she wanted a long hot shower.
She smiled gratefully when Albus suggested dinner in his office in an hour’s time and took off for her rooms.
She was detained twice by ghosts on the way to her rooms looking for Peeves but with a brisk shake of her head she had hurried along. She only had an hour to make herself presentable. She planned to make the most of dinner alone with Albus.
She entered her rooms and immediately headed for the bathroom. She quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. With a flick of her wrist cool liquid came pouring down on her head and she leaned back with her eyes closed.
Opening her eyes and reaching for her washcloth she let out a shriek as black ink washed over her. Someone had put ink pellets in her faucet. She shut off the water and tried to remove the ink from her skin. She was only partially successful. She pulled on her dressing gown and tried to remove the ink from her hair.
Fury built inside her as she quickly zeroed in on the culprit. Peeves! He had played his last prank as far as she was concerned. Either he goes or she does!
Minerva stormed from her rooms with her dressing gown barely keeping her modesty intact. Several ghosts saw the ferocity of her expression and turned in another direction to avoid her path.
“Peeves! You blasted demon from hell! Show yourself immediately!”
She heard a raspberry blown from the floor below and she took off after him. Peeves began launching light fixtures at her and taunting her and Minerva vowed the poltergeist would know a pain greater than anything death could shield from him.
A dung bomb was launched at her and she had to turn down a hallway to avoid it.
CRASH!
Minerva tumbled as she collided with a suit of armor. Peeves’ taunts were growing fainter and her anger increased further as she realized he might escape. She would take a shortcut. He was heading towards the Professors’ Lounge and she knew a quicker route.
She rose with remarkable ease and scurried down a little used corridor. She stood in front of two large paintings and thought for a moment. One was a door to another hallway but which was it?
The first opened easily and deciding this was the correct one, Minerva plunged ahead.
“My dear,” murmured Albus.
Minerva stopped short. She was in a well-lit room with Albus and aside from the towel wrapped around his waist he wore nothing.
“Albus!” she began before bursting into tears.
Albus took in her appearance. Her hair was dripping black water. Her face was covered in it and by all evidence so was the rest of her body. Her dressing gown was thin and clung to her curves. The black liquid had soaked through in some spots.
He went into his bathroom and returned with a towel. She was sobbing and not looking at him so he carefully wiped her face and removed some of the stain. She gave a shuddering sniffle and gave him a weak smile.
“You said you would take full responsibility for him this summer, Albus.” She swallowed and sniffled again. “You must do something about Peeves. He put ink pellets in my shower. Look at me!”
“You look beautiful, my dear.”
Minerva’s head came up sharply and she looked at him searching his eyes for merriment but she only found honesty.
“I just wanted a shower, a shower and dinner. Is that too much to ask?”
Albus didn’t answer and Minerva felt her shoulders slump. She was tired now and there was no point in hunting down Peeves. He would hide from her for days. She couldn’t even appreciate Albus dressed in only a towel.
Albus took in her defeated posture and quickly made a decision. He lifted her in his arms and carried her into his bathroom. He secured a towel around her hair and charmed it to stay in place until removed.
“I am not certain the stains will come off. It will probably have to wear off,” she sighed.
Albus gently placed her on the edge of the tub and summoned a washcloth. The tub began to fill with warm water and he caused blue bubbles to come from one of the spigots. He soaked the flannel in the water and squeezed out the excess.
With careful precision he began removing the ink stains from her face. Minerva sat still as he traced her features with the cloth. His touch was soft and his eyes followed his hand. It took several minutes before most of the ink was removed and there was still a gray tinge to her face.
Albus rinsed the cloth and began to wipe Minerva’s neck. She tilted her head back. A sigh escaped her lips as he reapplied the cloth. His touch was so soothing.
When she arched her back to allow him greater access he tried to avert his eyes but his gaze kept returning to the gap in her dressing gown. Her cleavage was alluring and tantalizing. The temptation to remove the ink from the rest of her body was strong.
He rinsed the cloth again. His hand slipped into her dressing gown and began to wipe her upper chest. He was certain she would rise up and give him what for but she remained silent.
“Minerva, could you turn around?”
Minerva turned so he was presented with her back and was glad he could not see the look of shock on her face as his hands moved around her waist and untied her belt. The dressing gown was slipped off her shoulders and she felt the cloth on her back.
His motions were slow and sure and she relished the feel of liquid heat on her skin. When she was sure her back was as clean as he could achieve she leaned back against him giving him the opportunity to see her upper half fully.
He began washing her chest by applying the cloth in the cleft between her breasts. She clenched her teeth in frustration as he avoided the mound of flesh that she most wanted touched. Her inky nipples were hard and she closed her eyes imagining his mouth on her instead of the cloth.
She pressed the sides of her arms against her breast and heard a sharp intake of breath before his groan floated across her skin.
Albus had known her breasts would be beautiful. No one who stood as ramrod straight as Minerva would have less than perfect orbs. Their fullness did not diminish the firmness that was evident nor did the ink hide the proud, pouty nipples that begged to be kissed.
When she squeezed her arms and her breast rose in majesty he could not stop the rush of blood that dove south. His body was on full alert.
“Perhaps the shower is a good idea.” Was that his voice? Why was he croaking?
Her answer sounded husky and he was left wondering what she said. She stood but the dressing gown remained and his eyes remained trained on it until the sound of water running in the shower caught his attention.
Black water was running down the drain and Minerva’s face bore a look of ecstasy. She was washing her hair and he imagined his hands massaging her scalp.
Minerva opened her eyes to find Albus staring at her. The heat from his gaze caused her nipples to become erect despite the warm water. She saw desire blaze through his eyes as the now rosy buds tightened further. Her hand went to her breast and she saw him rise from his perch on the edge of the tub.
His towel was tented and she licked her lips as their eyes met again. Where had all the air gone? Was she still breathing?
It only took two steps before Albus reached the shower. The power she held over him was intoxicating and heady. Did she know he wanted her now? In the shower? He could not wait to wine and dine her as he planned.
His kiss was everything Minerva had fantasized and more. A surge of pleasure raced from her lips to her very core. Neither was aware of the water raining down as their hands roamed and lips traveled.
She felt his hand on her thighs and soon his fingers were entangled in the wet curls guarding her secrets. He knelt and she gasped as his lips pressed against her nether region. His tongue was hot and slipped inside her folds like hot metal through butter. She cried out as her body trembled in anticipation of climaxing.
“Albus,” she moaned.
The sound of his name on her lips spurred him further. Blood pounded in his ears and her slick folds cried for him.
He rose and lifted her slightly. Her buttocks was pressed into the wall of the stall as his hips pressed against hers.
Their coupling was frenzied but Minerva felt exquisite joy as his hardened member stroked her. His forearms bulged with tension. Her senses shattered as her release came and the greatest wizard in the world climaxed with vehemence.
It took several more minutes to wash away the evidence of their lovemaking and rinse the remaining suds from Minerva’s hair.
The air was thick with tension and Minerva tried not to notice Albus was still aroused. They brushed against each other often and his eyes twinkled when her nipples tightened when he grazed them with the back of his hand.
He shut off the water and with a wave of his hand, both were dried.
“I believe we’ve worked up sufficient appetite for dinner. Let us replenish ourselves so we might enjoy ourselves further.”
His suggestion was well received and both entered his sitting room dressed in Albus’ nightshirts. A lavish meal appeared within minutes.
“I suppose it is time to banish Peeves from the castle,” remarked Albus.
“What! Albus, how could you?”
“My dear, I am doing as you reminded me not too long ago. I am taking full responsibility for him and his actions.” Albus shook his head forcefully. “He will not cause you another minute of upheaval.”
Minerva smiled at his protective posturing. “Albus, Peeves is the reason we have had such an enjoyable evening.” She blushed slightly but smiled beseechingly. “I would feel awful if we banished him right after he brought us together.”
“I suppose he has been useful for once but he will not be allowed near your rooms again.”
“Thank you, Albus.” Minerva took a forkful of potatoes and took a bite. “How much sustenance will you be requiring?”
Albus smiled at Minerva from across the table. “I think we are in for a strenuous night. I suggest second helpings as I plan to take seconds tonight.”
Excellent lemon, really steamy.
And that was that at its finest. Adorable, simply adorable and very, very sexy.
