Post by LinZE on Aug 30, 2006 12:08:04 GMT -5
CENTREFOLD
Disclaimer: Any thing, or person you recognise does not belong to me but probably to one J K Rowling.
Rating: Quite Lemony.
Summary: Did you know that Albus Dumbledore was once in Playwizard? Minerva didn’t. When she finds out, what kind of an effect will it have on their burgeoning relationship? Response to Challenge 66.
Minerva uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, shifted her hands on her lap and turned to look out the window for the fifth time in as many minutes. She had never been good at waiting and it seemed that being in a new relationship had done nothing to improve this tendency. Even thinking about the developing feelings between herself and Albus caused a strangely warm feeling to bubble up within her. They had been close colleagues now for almost fifteen years but over the last three months they had taken a step into the unknown, deepening their friendship into something more. The two of them had always been close, far closer than most, but now…
She couldn’t even put it into words. The evenings they had spent curled up together in front of the fire, Sunday afternoon picnics by the Lake while the students were on holiday, even the discrete touches they shared beneath the table in the Great Hall had been moments of perfection in amongst the maelstrom that was life at Hogwarts. This afternoon they had only planned on sharing afternoon tea when Albus had returned from the Ministry, but that had been scheduled to be almost half an hour ago now and still there was no sign of him.
Refusing to let herself sigh out loud, Minerva stood, hoping to pace off some of her restlessness. As she passed one of the many towering bookcases, she couldn’t help but trail a finger along one of the dusty surfaces and looking at the result had to repress a shudder. It wasn’t that she was obsessive compulsive exactly, but cleaning made her feel better and there was something about a dirty room that made her feel particularly uncomfortable. Now Albus’ study wasn’t exactly dirty, the elves did an exemplary job of keep the best part of it clean but many years ago now, the Headmaster (then a lowly Transfiguration Master) had gently asked the Elves not to touch his desk, his files or any of his impressive book collection.
So absorbed was she in her thoughts that she actually jumped when an owl swooped in through the open copula.
“Well hello there,” she murmured holding out an arm when it became apparent that the bird was in fact looking for her. “are you by any chance from Albus?”
Her name on the envelope in the familiar loopy scrawl, confirmed her suspicions and having opened it out it turned out that her assumptions about his being delayed had also been correct.
‘I could be a while, My Love, but feel free to stay. Have some tea and borrow a book, I’ll be back as soon as I can and I’d love to see you.
Yours in anticipation
A.’
“Ah well,” she said to no one in particular. “I’m sure I can find something to keep myself occupied with.”
Throwing the missive into the fireplace, she looked around her once again. She knew she should just settle down, order tea and work on some paper work, but the thought of those dusty, disordered shelves continued to sit on the edge of her mind.
She wandered around the room once again, mentally berating herself for being so stupid. These were Albus’ books and if he was happy to allow them to languish in an inch of dust, piled higgledy-piggledy at all angles then that was fine.
But Albus probably wasn’t happy to let that be the case. It was more likely that he just didn’t have the time to clean them himself…
And he had told her that she could help herself to any of his books on more than one occasion, so it wasn’t as though he didn’t want her touching them…
Five minutes later she had her robe off and had donned a white cleaning apron, up to her elbows in piles of books. The process was actually relatively quick once she got going, and soon the air was thick with particles as she lowered stacks of books shelf at a time, before looking at them in turn, and then banishing them to their respective places in her new much more ordered system. Any last doubts she might have been experience disappeared as she rationalised her actions. After all, it wasn’t as though she hadn’t already revamped his filing system...
So caught up was she in her study of a rare and beautiful volume which she had just discovered, that she didn’t notice the magazine falling from a dark corner of the top shelf, until it landed, open to the centrefold, right in front of her. Placing the weighty tome on the coffee table in front of the fire she looked down and what she was faced with shocked her to her very core.
There, staring up at her from the double spread, wearing nothing but a shockingly seductive smile, was the one and only Albus Dumbledore.
She blinked. Then looked again, it certainly looked like Albus… a much younger version of him, no argument, but she was almost definite that it was him. One of her thoughts was that it was in fact his brother Aberforth, but given how much he despised attention of any sort that seemed unlikely. Crouching down to get a better look, she was able to read the name beneath the picture. So it was definitely Albus then. Definitely Albus lying there, naked as the day he was born and watching her with great interest as she watched him.
Minerva could feel the heat of herself blushing creep up her cheeks, could feel the initial shock beginning to wear off and something else entirely taking over. She and Albus hadn’t yet moved their relationship to that level of physical intimacy yet, though they had come close on more than one occasion and, if it weren’t for some rather timely interruptions they probably would have. None the less, what was lying there in front of her, was more of the man than she had yet to see and she was struggling hugely to tear her eyes away from the sight.
The younger image of Albus shifted a little where he lay on his side, her head propped up on one hand while the other began to trail a winding path along his own chest. His hair and beard were much shorter than now, Minerva noted absently, and the dusting of hair across his chest was far sparser than she knew it to be presently. In the picture, Albus was looking up from beneath long eyelashes, fingers intertwining with his chest hair tugging it lightly before moving on.
Minerva reached up and tugged at the high neck of her shirt, which suddenly seemed far too tight for comfort. Averting her gaze from the lengthy fingers tracing idle patterns across his chest, she was deeply glad that there was at least span of artistically draped fabric that hid certain things from view. But as her eyes ran back and forth along his long lean body she noticed with a strange mixture of excitement and dismay that there was a distinct tenting of the fabric covering his groin.
Intellectually, she knew that certain Wizarding magazines charmed the pictures to…. well, respond to their female readers, yet this didn’t seem to detract from the effect that the image had on her. Shifting a little, she watched as Albus trailed those talented fingers down the centre of his own chest until they were resting just above the strip of fabric. He looked up. Right up, into her eyes, seeming to hold her there, out of the corner of her eye however, she could see him as his fingers crept beneath it and towards his seemingly rapidly hardening member.
She was breathing shallowly, and more rapidly than usual as she licked her lips, not daring to blink in case it spoiled the moment. She had spent enough time dealing with teenage boys that the concept of male masturbation had long lost appeal in and of itself. But this was different. She watched as the younger man’s eyelids fluttered and she could see his hand move beneath the sheet. It must have been charmed to stay in place, some very small and still rational part of her mind realised as his fist began to move up and down.
This was not to be a long show, she soon realised, as Albus’ eyes closed, his head tilted back, lips parted and glistening in the artistic light. When he did come, he juddered for a long moment before slumping flat on his side. Opening up his eyes again he smiled languidly up at her, before running and hand through his hair, propping himself up again looking more than ready to start again. In fact, she realised with more than a little dismay that he was in fact beginning almost exactly the same routine all over again.
With a sigh born more of frustration at herself than anyone else, Minerva flipped closed the magazine and stood up. As she did however, she was undeniably reminded exactly how much watching the display the young image of her soon-to-be lover had turned her on. There was no way on the face of the earth she was ever going to be able to concentrate on anything in the near future. She could feel her brushing across her sensitised nipples, the thin satin doing little to protect them. Crossing her arms across her chest in an almost defensive fashion she stood there for a moment looking at the scattered remnants of her clean and re-shelve effort.
Minerva must having been standing there for several seconds before she shifted her weight from one leg to the other and the accompanying jolt of electricity through her veins. This was ridiculous. She was hot as hell and in some kind of twisted fashion, her aroused brain had decided that this was the fault of Albus Dumbledore and as soon as he arrived back on the castle grounds, he was damn well going to have to do something about it.
This decided she suddenly felt far better, and rolling up her sleeves she pushed her physical state to one side and decided to finish what she had started and made sure she was good and ready for Albus arrival.
Albus felt a wave of relief wash over him as it became apparent that the meeting was drawing to a close.
“Well, I shall bid all you gentleman a dui.” he said lightly, pushing his chair back from the table. “I’m afraid that I have something rather important needing my attention back at the castle.” he added with a smile. He never would have guessed in a month of Sundays how much he was enjoying these little plays on words he had been able to conjure over the last few months. Then again, he would never been able to predict how much his developing relationship with Minerva was improving his life. Albus had always valued Minerva and his friendship with her deeply but even still, he was discovering more and more about her with every passing day. Due to certain unfortunate happenings in their joint life at the school, they had yet to consummate their relationship physically, at least not fully but despite his age, Albus had been struggling a little of late to control certain urges when it came to this goddess of a woman. His shower had certainly seen more action of late than it had done in many a previous year.
That said though, the idea of a leisurely afternoon tea, or dinner he supposed it was rapidly becoming, with Minerva, whether or not it led to something else, appealed greatly. So, it was with a spring in his step that he made his way up the path towards the school, with growing anticipation of simply seeing her face, probably absorbed in some obscure textbook she would have ferreted out that he climbed the stairs, passed the Griffin and rode up to his office door. The sight that met him when he swung open the heavy wooden door however, took not only his breath away but also every spare ounce of blood above his waist.
The furniture had been moved, he noted absently, there was now a particularly elegant chaise lounges in pride of place before him but it wasn’t the beautiful furniture that held his attention, no, what he simply couldn’t tare his eyes away from was the sight of a shockingly naked Minerva McGonagall. Like the goddess she was named after, she was reclining amongst the cushions as composed as he had ever seen her. The late afternoon sun shining through the windows played across her porcelain skin while the dark curls of the hair she so often restrained, cascaded over her shoulder and across her chest. His eyes wondered up and down her form while he felt his mouth open, though words seemed to escape him.
Albus had long known that Minerva was a fine figure of a woman, especially considering her age, and as he watched her returning his gaze from beneath her dipped eyelashes he was struck dumb by her all over again. He must have been staring at her for several minutes before the magazine propped up against her hip, filtered through to his conscious mind.
“I found it when I was doing a little re-organising.” Minerva said without prompt, her voice as rich as plush velvet.
“I… I…” he began, panic welling up inside him at this news. She didn’t sound either angry or upset but… “It was a long time ago…”
“I did surmise that.” She noted with a quirked eyebrow.
“It was… well I was struggling for money while I was completing my post school studies… the economy…”
“Albus.” Minerva interrupted firmly. “I don’t really care. You’re right it was a long time ago, long before you knew me or anybody else knew you. I would also suspect that every other copy of this particular edition of Playwitch will have self-destructed.”
Albus merely nodded in response. It was a common tactic used amongst the publisher of such materials, in order to maintain their circulation that the magazines regularly disintegrated after 12 months.
“Well then,” Minerva seemed almost to purr, “far be it from me to create a fuss however…” she shifted her hips and parted her lips in what Albus judged to be an almost obscene fashion. “… your… image… shall we say has left me with a problem of my own.”
“Really?” Albus asked, suddenly seeming to have regained his confidence. “I suppose, I ought to do something to help you to rectify that I suppose?”
“If you wouldn’t like me to slip with a severing charm, then you had better.” this statement was closer to a growl.
Somehow, Albus didn’t think that that was going to be a problem. He was already hard, so much so that as he suddenly advanced forward he faltered for a moment, the friction of the fabric against his engorged member seeming too much to bear. This situation was not improved when his soon to be lover rolled over so that she was lying on her back, arms stretched above her head, neck arched back to expose the most delicious expanse of skin…
“Did you… did you watch?” he asked, finally closing the distance between them and perching on the edge of the chaise.
“I couldn’t tare my eyes away from it.” she admitted quietly, looking up and holding his probing gaze. “I couldn’t tare my eyes away. I watched you as you pleasured yourself.” The last was barely whispered, but its effects were not any less dramatic upon Albus.
Minerva was reaching up now, pulling at his robes and he leant down to kiss her, his tongue delving deeply between her lips. Probing, searching, plundering her warm depths. But as he felt a twinge in his back, his muscles protesting at the uncomfortable angle, it began to dawn on him that indeed those pictures of him had not exactly been taken yesterday. Now, Albus had aged fairly well, by everyone’s standards, but over the years he had acquired one or two scars, one or two more lbs since then.
“Minerva , My Love,” he began, sitting up out of her reach. “you… you do realise that I am no longer in the spring of my life…”
“Albus.” she said again, in that firm, no nonsense tone of hers. “I am not in love with that boy in the picture. I am not. I am in love with you. YOU Albus. It was the idea that that man in the picture I was watching was you that I saw your face when you came that did this to me, not anyone else. I love you the way you are.” she added, stroking his cheek softly. “Ok?” she asked.
“Always, when I’m with you.” he replied, capturing her hand and kissing it softly.
“Good.” she replied with a smile. “Now get those clothes off show me what you can do, Old Man.” she finished with an impish smile, pulling him close to her and kissing him fiercely.
Unnoticed by either of them, the copy of Playwitch fell to the floor, opening at the centrefold where a young man began to trail a hand down his front towards his already hardening member.
A/N: hope you enjoyed this! thanks for reading, please respond
all my love
Linds
Disclaimer: Any thing, or person you recognise does not belong to me but probably to one J K Rowling.
Rating: Quite Lemony.
Summary: Did you know that Albus Dumbledore was once in Playwizard? Minerva didn’t. When she finds out, what kind of an effect will it have on their burgeoning relationship? Response to Challenge 66.
Minerva uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, shifted her hands on her lap and turned to look out the window for the fifth time in as many minutes. She had never been good at waiting and it seemed that being in a new relationship had done nothing to improve this tendency. Even thinking about the developing feelings between herself and Albus caused a strangely warm feeling to bubble up within her. They had been close colleagues now for almost fifteen years but over the last three months they had taken a step into the unknown, deepening their friendship into something more. The two of them had always been close, far closer than most, but now…
She couldn’t even put it into words. The evenings they had spent curled up together in front of the fire, Sunday afternoon picnics by the Lake while the students were on holiday, even the discrete touches they shared beneath the table in the Great Hall had been moments of perfection in amongst the maelstrom that was life at Hogwarts. This afternoon they had only planned on sharing afternoon tea when Albus had returned from the Ministry, but that had been scheduled to be almost half an hour ago now and still there was no sign of him.
Refusing to let herself sigh out loud, Minerva stood, hoping to pace off some of her restlessness. As she passed one of the many towering bookcases, she couldn’t help but trail a finger along one of the dusty surfaces and looking at the result had to repress a shudder. It wasn’t that she was obsessive compulsive exactly, but cleaning made her feel better and there was something about a dirty room that made her feel particularly uncomfortable. Now Albus’ study wasn’t exactly dirty, the elves did an exemplary job of keep the best part of it clean but many years ago now, the Headmaster (then a lowly Transfiguration Master) had gently asked the Elves not to touch his desk, his files or any of his impressive book collection.
So absorbed was she in her thoughts that she actually jumped when an owl swooped in through the open copula.
“Well hello there,” she murmured holding out an arm when it became apparent that the bird was in fact looking for her. “are you by any chance from Albus?”
Her name on the envelope in the familiar loopy scrawl, confirmed her suspicions and having opened it out it turned out that her assumptions about his being delayed had also been correct.
‘I could be a while, My Love, but feel free to stay. Have some tea and borrow a book, I’ll be back as soon as I can and I’d love to see you.
Yours in anticipation
A.’
“Ah well,” she said to no one in particular. “I’m sure I can find something to keep myself occupied with.”
Throwing the missive into the fireplace, she looked around her once again. She knew she should just settle down, order tea and work on some paper work, but the thought of those dusty, disordered shelves continued to sit on the edge of her mind.
She wandered around the room once again, mentally berating herself for being so stupid. These were Albus’ books and if he was happy to allow them to languish in an inch of dust, piled higgledy-piggledy at all angles then that was fine.
But Albus probably wasn’t happy to let that be the case. It was more likely that he just didn’t have the time to clean them himself…
And he had told her that she could help herself to any of his books on more than one occasion, so it wasn’t as though he didn’t want her touching them…
Five minutes later she had her robe off and had donned a white cleaning apron, up to her elbows in piles of books. The process was actually relatively quick once she got going, and soon the air was thick with particles as she lowered stacks of books shelf at a time, before looking at them in turn, and then banishing them to their respective places in her new much more ordered system. Any last doubts she might have been experience disappeared as she rationalised her actions. After all, it wasn’t as though she hadn’t already revamped his filing system...
So caught up was she in her study of a rare and beautiful volume which she had just discovered, that she didn’t notice the magazine falling from a dark corner of the top shelf, until it landed, open to the centrefold, right in front of her. Placing the weighty tome on the coffee table in front of the fire she looked down and what she was faced with shocked her to her very core.
There, staring up at her from the double spread, wearing nothing but a shockingly seductive smile, was the one and only Albus Dumbledore.
She blinked. Then looked again, it certainly looked like Albus… a much younger version of him, no argument, but she was almost definite that it was him. One of her thoughts was that it was in fact his brother Aberforth, but given how much he despised attention of any sort that seemed unlikely. Crouching down to get a better look, she was able to read the name beneath the picture. So it was definitely Albus then. Definitely Albus lying there, naked as the day he was born and watching her with great interest as she watched him.
Minerva could feel the heat of herself blushing creep up her cheeks, could feel the initial shock beginning to wear off and something else entirely taking over. She and Albus hadn’t yet moved their relationship to that level of physical intimacy yet, though they had come close on more than one occasion and, if it weren’t for some rather timely interruptions they probably would have. None the less, what was lying there in front of her, was more of the man than she had yet to see and she was struggling hugely to tear her eyes away from the sight.
The younger image of Albus shifted a little where he lay on his side, her head propped up on one hand while the other began to trail a winding path along his own chest. His hair and beard were much shorter than now, Minerva noted absently, and the dusting of hair across his chest was far sparser than she knew it to be presently. In the picture, Albus was looking up from beneath long eyelashes, fingers intertwining with his chest hair tugging it lightly before moving on.
Minerva reached up and tugged at the high neck of her shirt, which suddenly seemed far too tight for comfort. Averting her gaze from the lengthy fingers tracing idle patterns across his chest, she was deeply glad that there was at least span of artistically draped fabric that hid certain things from view. But as her eyes ran back and forth along his long lean body she noticed with a strange mixture of excitement and dismay that there was a distinct tenting of the fabric covering his groin.
Intellectually, she knew that certain Wizarding magazines charmed the pictures to…. well, respond to their female readers, yet this didn’t seem to detract from the effect that the image had on her. Shifting a little, she watched as Albus trailed those talented fingers down the centre of his own chest until they were resting just above the strip of fabric. He looked up. Right up, into her eyes, seeming to hold her there, out of the corner of her eye however, she could see him as his fingers crept beneath it and towards his seemingly rapidly hardening member.
She was breathing shallowly, and more rapidly than usual as she licked her lips, not daring to blink in case it spoiled the moment. She had spent enough time dealing with teenage boys that the concept of male masturbation had long lost appeal in and of itself. But this was different. She watched as the younger man’s eyelids fluttered and she could see his hand move beneath the sheet. It must have been charmed to stay in place, some very small and still rational part of her mind realised as his fist began to move up and down.
This was not to be a long show, she soon realised, as Albus’ eyes closed, his head tilted back, lips parted and glistening in the artistic light. When he did come, he juddered for a long moment before slumping flat on his side. Opening up his eyes again he smiled languidly up at her, before running and hand through his hair, propping himself up again looking more than ready to start again. In fact, she realised with more than a little dismay that he was in fact beginning almost exactly the same routine all over again.
With a sigh born more of frustration at herself than anyone else, Minerva flipped closed the magazine and stood up. As she did however, she was undeniably reminded exactly how much watching the display the young image of her soon-to-be lover had turned her on. There was no way on the face of the earth she was ever going to be able to concentrate on anything in the near future. She could feel her brushing across her sensitised nipples, the thin satin doing little to protect them. Crossing her arms across her chest in an almost defensive fashion she stood there for a moment looking at the scattered remnants of her clean and re-shelve effort.
Minerva must having been standing there for several seconds before she shifted her weight from one leg to the other and the accompanying jolt of electricity through her veins. This was ridiculous. She was hot as hell and in some kind of twisted fashion, her aroused brain had decided that this was the fault of Albus Dumbledore and as soon as he arrived back on the castle grounds, he was damn well going to have to do something about it.
This decided she suddenly felt far better, and rolling up her sleeves she pushed her physical state to one side and decided to finish what she had started and made sure she was good and ready for Albus arrival.
Albus felt a wave of relief wash over him as it became apparent that the meeting was drawing to a close.
“Well, I shall bid all you gentleman a dui.” he said lightly, pushing his chair back from the table. “I’m afraid that I have something rather important needing my attention back at the castle.” he added with a smile. He never would have guessed in a month of Sundays how much he was enjoying these little plays on words he had been able to conjure over the last few months. Then again, he would never been able to predict how much his developing relationship with Minerva was improving his life. Albus had always valued Minerva and his friendship with her deeply but even still, he was discovering more and more about her with every passing day. Due to certain unfortunate happenings in their joint life at the school, they had yet to consummate their relationship physically, at least not fully but despite his age, Albus had been struggling a little of late to control certain urges when it came to this goddess of a woman. His shower had certainly seen more action of late than it had done in many a previous year.
That said though, the idea of a leisurely afternoon tea, or dinner he supposed it was rapidly becoming, with Minerva, whether or not it led to something else, appealed greatly. So, it was with a spring in his step that he made his way up the path towards the school, with growing anticipation of simply seeing her face, probably absorbed in some obscure textbook she would have ferreted out that he climbed the stairs, passed the Griffin and rode up to his office door. The sight that met him when he swung open the heavy wooden door however, took not only his breath away but also every spare ounce of blood above his waist.
The furniture had been moved, he noted absently, there was now a particularly elegant chaise lounges in pride of place before him but it wasn’t the beautiful furniture that held his attention, no, what he simply couldn’t tare his eyes away from was the sight of a shockingly naked Minerva McGonagall. Like the goddess she was named after, she was reclining amongst the cushions as composed as he had ever seen her. The late afternoon sun shining through the windows played across her porcelain skin while the dark curls of the hair she so often restrained, cascaded over her shoulder and across her chest. His eyes wondered up and down her form while he felt his mouth open, though words seemed to escape him.
Albus had long known that Minerva was a fine figure of a woman, especially considering her age, and as he watched her returning his gaze from beneath her dipped eyelashes he was struck dumb by her all over again. He must have been staring at her for several minutes before the magazine propped up against her hip, filtered through to his conscious mind.
“I found it when I was doing a little re-organising.” Minerva said without prompt, her voice as rich as plush velvet.
“I… I…” he began, panic welling up inside him at this news. She didn’t sound either angry or upset but… “It was a long time ago…”
“I did surmise that.” She noted with a quirked eyebrow.
“It was… well I was struggling for money while I was completing my post school studies… the economy…”
“Albus.” Minerva interrupted firmly. “I don’t really care. You’re right it was a long time ago, long before you knew me or anybody else knew you. I would also suspect that every other copy of this particular edition of Playwitch will have self-destructed.”
Albus merely nodded in response. It was a common tactic used amongst the publisher of such materials, in order to maintain their circulation that the magazines regularly disintegrated after 12 months.
“Well then,” Minerva seemed almost to purr, “far be it from me to create a fuss however…” she shifted her hips and parted her lips in what Albus judged to be an almost obscene fashion. “… your… image… shall we say has left me with a problem of my own.”
“Really?” Albus asked, suddenly seeming to have regained his confidence. “I suppose, I ought to do something to help you to rectify that I suppose?”
“If you wouldn’t like me to slip with a severing charm, then you had better.” this statement was closer to a growl.
Somehow, Albus didn’t think that that was going to be a problem. He was already hard, so much so that as he suddenly advanced forward he faltered for a moment, the friction of the fabric against his engorged member seeming too much to bear. This situation was not improved when his soon to be lover rolled over so that she was lying on her back, arms stretched above her head, neck arched back to expose the most delicious expanse of skin…
“Did you… did you watch?” he asked, finally closing the distance between them and perching on the edge of the chaise.
“I couldn’t tare my eyes away from it.” she admitted quietly, looking up and holding his probing gaze. “I couldn’t tare my eyes away. I watched you as you pleasured yourself.” The last was barely whispered, but its effects were not any less dramatic upon Albus.
Minerva was reaching up now, pulling at his robes and he leant down to kiss her, his tongue delving deeply between her lips. Probing, searching, plundering her warm depths. But as he felt a twinge in his back, his muscles protesting at the uncomfortable angle, it began to dawn on him that indeed those pictures of him had not exactly been taken yesterday. Now, Albus had aged fairly well, by everyone’s standards, but over the years he had acquired one or two scars, one or two more lbs since then.
“Minerva , My Love,” he began, sitting up out of her reach. “you… you do realise that I am no longer in the spring of my life…”
“Albus.” she said again, in that firm, no nonsense tone of hers. “I am not in love with that boy in the picture. I am not. I am in love with you. YOU Albus. It was the idea that that man in the picture I was watching was you that I saw your face when you came that did this to me, not anyone else. I love you the way you are.” she added, stroking his cheek softly. “Ok?” she asked.
“Always, when I’m with you.” he replied, capturing her hand and kissing it softly.
“Good.” she replied with a smile. “Now get those clothes off show me what you can do, Old Man.” she finished with an impish smile, pulling him close to her and kissing him fiercely.
Unnoticed by either of them, the copy of Playwitch fell to the floor, opening at the centrefold where a young man began to trail a hand down his front towards his already hardening member.
A/N: hope you enjoyed this! thanks for reading, please respond
all my love
Linds
! I loved it Minerva's reaction was priceless a great take on the challange.
Love the story and how you answered the challenge. When Albus reached beneath the sheet, I think I nearly blushed. It’s a good thing he didn’t keep better care of his office or Minerva may never have been so bold!
