Post by pinkie on Sept 12, 2005 10:19:26 GMT -5
Glad to see I am not the only one in denial!
Rated: 12+ „³ because of the topic really
I could do the: I don¡¦t own anything-stuff, but really: we all know that!!! Thanks for the kind words on my other story, it gave me enough courage to write this. It¡¦s terribly fluffy!!! Enjoy!
Minerva sat on the toilet with her knickers almost on the floor. She stared into the blue and a whirlwind of thoughts flicked through her mind. Hardly any of them were great fun. In fact, they were of disappointment and of self-blame. With a deep sigh she reached for the toiletpaper and let out a fuming curse when she found out there wasn¡¦t any. Transforming a handkerchief into the much needed paper, she used it and flushed. She walked through the dark hall to her chambers and when she arrived, she found her door was open. With her wand drawn she stepped over the threshold to find her room lit with floating candles and Albus busy arranging flowers in a vase. He turned to her when he heard her familiar cough and he pulled her into a close embrace. Minerva wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her body against him, as if she was planning to push herself through him. Albus tried to loosen her grip, but she whispered: ¡§Stay ¡V don¡¦t let me go¡K¡¨ He buried his nose in her raven hair and smelled the soothing lavender she used for shampoo.
After a little while Minerva let go and smiled at him brightly. ¡§This is so nice! You do have a knack for romantics, don¡¦t you.¡¨ she said and pecked him on the lips. Albus didn¡¦t show he was puzzled ¡V his Minerva going from miserable to a ray of sunshine was a bizarre display of emtions. He sat down on the sofa and patted next to him on the cushion. ¡§I have a little surprise.¡¨ Minerva leaned against him. ¡§Really? What? Don¡¦t say: If I say it, it won¡¦t be a surprise anymore.¡¨ referring to many ocassions before this. Albus laughed out loud and flicked his wand. Out of nowhere a flatscreen TV appeared as did a DVD player. ¡§You said you wanted to stay in, but you wanted to do something, but you didn¡¦t want to do something that was very energetic (here Albus did look a bit hurt), so I came up with this!¡¨ Another two or three flicks and the titles of ¡¥My house in Umbria¡¦ rolled over the screen.
Minerva sat against Albus chest and wept her heart out. Tears streamed over her cheeks and Albus was positively shocked to see the amounts of dark chocolate his love consumed. ¡§Would you like anything to drink?¡¨ he asked after the movie finished. ¡§Oh yes, I would love some pumpkin juice. Oh and could you get me that packet of chocolate chip cookies?¡¨ Albus stood up to get the requested items, looking back in horror at his lover. Where was she putting all that sweet stuff? He knew he shouldn¡¦t call the kettle black, but after fifteen sherbert lemons he was getting pretty nauscious. When he returned with the cookies and the juice, Minerva snapped at him: ¡§Well, you took long enough. Did you go to Hogsmeade to get it?¡¨ Albus¡¦ eyes grew larger. ¡§Huh? What?¡¨ A grunting noise left Minerva¡¦s throat, but she didn¡¦t say much. She tore open the packet of cookies and stuffed one in her mouth. ¡§Want one?¡¨ she asked, holding out a cookie. Albus shook his head. ¡§No¡K thanks¡K¡¨ Oh, he was now officially confused. But things would get worse.
Around eleven thirty ¡V rather early for his Deputy ¡V he found her yawning and stretching. ¡§I think I¡¦ll go to bed.¡¨ Minerva announced and before Albus could say a thing, she had disappeared. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he found his lover already in bed, wearing a spagetti-top and a pair of running slacks. He had been with her for many years now and they had slept together for ages, but never in this time had she worn anything besides her ¡V ahum¡K - panties. Her wearing all these clothes didn¡¦t make it easy for Albus to warm up to her appetizing body, but he was a man with much imagination and thus he drew himself closer to Minerva, longing for her warmth, her smell and her soft lips to be pressed against his. But Minerva pulled away from him. After another try she flipped over and said to him, in a harsh tone: ¡§Will you please leave me alone?!¡¨
When she saw his face, hurt and with a gleaming tear in his eye, she sighed. ¡§Oh I am sorry¡K I¡¦m sorry sweetie¡K it¡¦s just, I can¡¦t bare it now. It isn¡¦t you, or maybe, well a little, maybe, but it is just¡K¡¨ Minerva stuttered and stammered. She touched his cheek. ¡§Do you remember last month?¡¨ Albus chuckled. ¡§Well parts of it, yes.¡¨ Laying her head on Albus chest, kissing the scarred skin on his collarbone, she continued. ¡§Do you recall what we talked about?¡¨ ¡§Chess, my mis-use of sherbert lemons. A new cage for Fawkes. Moving your things to my chambers ¡V which you fiercely rejected ¡V ehm¡K Cornelius, going to Diagon Alley.¡¨ Albus listed some more things with a twinkle in his eyes. ¡§No, those are not what I meant¡K¡¨ Minerva said in a little voice. ¡§You mean, us having a family, right?¡¨ Albus stroked the long raven locks. He felt a tear and a nod on his chest. ¡§Are you washing my chest hair?¡¨ ¡§No¡K I¡K it¡¦s¡K oh¡K¡¨ words couldn¡¦t be formed and more tears followed the one that had already fallen on his chest. Albus planted soft kisses on her hair and then lifted her chin. ¡§What is it, tell me¡K¡¨ More tears welled up and before they could fall, Albus kissed his love intendly. Minerva wrapped herself around him again and quietly whispered somewhere in his beard: ¡§I¡¦m not pregnant¡K¡¨
Relieved it was not something far more serious, Albus pulled Minerva on top of him and rested his hands on her bum. ¡§We have time, don¡¦t we? And we don¡¦t really mind the process of making a child, right?¡¨ Minerva smiled. ¡§No, we don¡¦t mind¡K¡¨ She kissed him on his brow, his cheeks and his lips. ¡§You¡¦re not angry with me?¡¨ Albus shook his head, almost in disbelieve. ¡§Mad at you? Because we didn¡¦t struck gold the first time we gave it some effort?¡¨ ¡§Hmm hmm.¡¨ Albus smiled widely. ¡§Come here, you silly girl!!! We¡¦ll make more babies when we get the next chance.¡¨ The tears were now replaced by a sunny smile from Minerva. ¡§Good.¡¨ She rolled back to her own side of the bed and let Albus spoon her. Little kisses were placed on her shoulders and back. She fell asleep in Albus¡¦ arms, dreaming of a glorious summer¡¦s day where she was wearing a special robe with room enough for her grown figure and was holding hands with Albus and a little boy, with raven hair, piercing blue eyes and a quick smile.
Well, if this isn't fluffy, I don¡¦t know what is!!! Hmm, there appears to be something wrong with my interpunction, it was all good in Word. I am really sorry - but glad you made it all the way down!
Rated: 12+ „³ because of the topic really
I could do the: I don¡¦t own anything-stuff, but really: we all know that!!! Thanks for the kind words on my other story, it gave me enough courage to write this. It¡¦s terribly fluffy!!! Enjoy!
Minerva sat on the toilet with her knickers almost on the floor. She stared into the blue and a whirlwind of thoughts flicked through her mind. Hardly any of them were great fun. In fact, they were of disappointment and of self-blame. With a deep sigh she reached for the toiletpaper and let out a fuming curse when she found out there wasn¡¦t any. Transforming a handkerchief into the much needed paper, she used it and flushed. She walked through the dark hall to her chambers and when she arrived, she found her door was open. With her wand drawn she stepped over the threshold to find her room lit with floating candles and Albus busy arranging flowers in a vase. He turned to her when he heard her familiar cough and he pulled her into a close embrace. Minerva wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her body against him, as if she was planning to push herself through him. Albus tried to loosen her grip, but she whispered: ¡§Stay ¡V don¡¦t let me go¡K¡¨ He buried his nose in her raven hair and smelled the soothing lavender she used for shampoo.
After a little while Minerva let go and smiled at him brightly. ¡§This is so nice! You do have a knack for romantics, don¡¦t you.¡¨ she said and pecked him on the lips. Albus didn¡¦t show he was puzzled ¡V his Minerva going from miserable to a ray of sunshine was a bizarre display of emtions. He sat down on the sofa and patted next to him on the cushion. ¡§I have a little surprise.¡¨ Minerva leaned against him. ¡§Really? What? Don¡¦t say: If I say it, it won¡¦t be a surprise anymore.¡¨ referring to many ocassions before this. Albus laughed out loud and flicked his wand. Out of nowhere a flatscreen TV appeared as did a DVD player. ¡§You said you wanted to stay in, but you wanted to do something, but you didn¡¦t want to do something that was very energetic (here Albus did look a bit hurt), so I came up with this!¡¨ Another two or three flicks and the titles of ¡¥My house in Umbria¡¦ rolled over the screen.
Minerva sat against Albus chest and wept her heart out. Tears streamed over her cheeks and Albus was positively shocked to see the amounts of dark chocolate his love consumed. ¡§Would you like anything to drink?¡¨ he asked after the movie finished. ¡§Oh yes, I would love some pumpkin juice. Oh and could you get me that packet of chocolate chip cookies?¡¨ Albus stood up to get the requested items, looking back in horror at his lover. Where was she putting all that sweet stuff? He knew he shouldn¡¦t call the kettle black, but after fifteen sherbert lemons he was getting pretty nauscious. When he returned with the cookies and the juice, Minerva snapped at him: ¡§Well, you took long enough. Did you go to Hogsmeade to get it?¡¨ Albus¡¦ eyes grew larger. ¡§Huh? What?¡¨ A grunting noise left Minerva¡¦s throat, but she didn¡¦t say much. She tore open the packet of cookies and stuffed one in her mouth. ¡§Want one?¡¨ she asked, holding out a cookie. Albus shook his head. ¡§No¡K thanks¡K¡¨ Oh, he was now officially confused. But things would get worse.
Around eleven thirty ¡V rather early for his Deputy ¡V he found her yawning and stretching. ¡§I think I¡¦ll go to bed.¡¨ Minerva announced and before Albus could say a thing, she had disappeared. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he found his lover already in bed, wearing a spagetti-top and a pair of running slacks. He had been with her for many years now and they had slept together for ages, but never in this time had she worn anything besides her ¡V ahum¡K - panties. Her wearing all these clothes didn¡¦t make it easy for Albus to warm up to her appetizing body, but he was a man with much imagination and thus he drew himself closer to Minerva, longing for her warmth, her smell and her soft lips to be pressed against his. But Minerva pulled away from him. After another try she flipped over and said to him, in a harsh tone: ¡§Will you please leave me alone?!¡¨
When she saw his face, hurt and with a gleaming tear in his eye, she sighed. ¡§Oh I am sorry¡K I¡¦m sorry sweetie¡K it¡¦s just, I can¡¦t bare it now. It isn¡¦t you, or maybe, well a little, maybe, but it is just¡K¡¨ Minerva stuttered and stammered. She touched his cheek. ¡§Do you remember last month?¡¨ Albus chuckled. ¡§Well parts of it, yes.¡¨ Laying her head on Albus chest, kissing the scarred skin on his collarbone, she continued. ¡§Do you recall what we talked about?¡¨ ¡§Chess, my mis-use of sherbert lemons. A new cage for Fawkes. Moving your things to my chambers ¡V which you fiercely rejected ¡V ehm¡K Cornelius, going to Diagon Alley.¡¨ Albus listed some more things with a twinkle in his eyes. ¡§No, those are not what I meant¡K¡¨ Minerva said in a little voice. ¡§You mean, us having a family, right?¡¨ Albus stroked the long raven locks. He felt a tear and a nod on his chest. ¡§Are you washing my chest hair?¡¨ ¡§No¡K I¡K it¡¦s¡K oh¡K¡¨ words couldn¡¦t be formed and more tears followed the one that had already fallen on his chest. Albus planted soft kisses on her hair and then lifted her chin. ¡§What is it, tell me¡K¡¨ More tears welled up and before they could fall, Albus kissed his love intendly. Minerva wrapped herself around him again and quietly whispered somewhere in his beard: ¡§I¡¦m not pregnant¡K¡¨
Relieved it was not something far more serious, Albus pulled Minerva on top of him and rested his hands on her bum. ¡§We have time, don¡¦t we? And we don¡¦t really mind the process of making a child, right?¡¨ Minerva smiled. ¡§No, we don¡¦t mind¡K¡¨ She kissed him on his brow, his cheeks and his lips. ¡§You¡¦re not angry with me?¡¨ Albus shook his head, almost in disbelieve. ¡§Mad at you? Because we didn¡¦t struck gold the first time we gave it some effort?¡¨ ¡§Hmm hmm.¡¨ Albus smiled widely. ¡§Come here, you silly girl!!! We¡¦ll make more babies when we get the next chance.¡¨ The tears were now replaced by a sunny smile from Minerva. ¡§Good.¡¨ She rolled back to her own side of the bed and let Albus spoon her. Little kisses were placed on her shoulders and back. She fell asleep in Albus¡¦ arms, dreaming of a glorious summer¡¦s day where she was wearing a special robe with room enough for her grown figure and was holding hands with Albus and a little boy, with raven hair, piercing blue eyes and a quick smile.
Well, if this isn't fluffy, I don¡¦t know what is!!! Hmm, there appears to be something wrong with my interpunction, it was all good in Word. I am really sorry - but glad you made it all the way down!
. Poor Minerva, being so happy and miserable at the same time 
... but she has her Albus *looks for own Albus, doesn't find any* 
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