Post by dianahawthorne on Feb 13, 2008 23:22:08 GMT -5
Sex and Nervousness
DISCLAIMER: The American President was written by Aaron Sorkin. The Harry Potter series was written by J.K. Rowling. I own nothing.
This fic was based on a scene from "The American President", a phenomenal movie starring Annette Bening and Michael Douglas. I took most of the dialogue from the script. Please read and review!
Rating: T/M
A/N: I'm considering writing a lemon to continue this story. Please let me know what you think!
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“Minerva, do you know what your problem is?” Albus asked her.
“What’s my problem?” she shot back.
“Sex and nervousness.”
“Sex and nervousness is my problem,” she repeated, confusedly.
“Yes,” he answered, “last night when we were playing chess, I realised that many of the Headmasters’ wives had probably played chess with them. And I’ll bet that none of them were nervous about having sex with their Headmaster husbands. And you know why?” he continued.
“No, but I’m sure you’ll explain it to me,” she replied, amused at his earnest expression as he began to explain.
“I will. Because they weren’t Headmasters when they met them. But that’s not the case here.”
“Ahh,” Minerva said.
“Do you see what I’m getting at?” Albus asked her.
“Yes, I do,” she told him, “may I use your bathroom for a moment?”
“Sure. It’s through there,” he gestured towards the slightly open door.
“I want to freshen up,” she told him by way of an explanation, before entering the bathroom and turning on the light.
“As you pass through, you’ll see a large closet on your left. And if you feel comfortable, hang up your cloak, and when you come back I’ll have the house-elves bring us a drink, we’ll sit on the couch, and then I will explain to you my plan,” he finished, walking over to the couch.
“You have a plan? Don’t make me wait,” she called from the bathroom.
“Okay, then. You’re attracted to me, but the idea of physical intimacy is uncomfortable because you only know me as Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and the Hero of the Wizarding World. It’s not always going to be that way, and the reason I know that is because there was a moment last night when you were with me and not with the Headmaster of Hogwarts. I know what a big step that was for you. So, Minerva, I’m in no rush. Here’s my plan: we’re going to slow down. When you are comfortable, that’s when it will –” he stopped short as she walked back into the room, wearing nothing but his dressing gown.
“Per-perhaps I didn’t properly explain the fundamentals of the “slow down” plan,” he said as she minced her way over to him.
“You explained it perfectly,” she told him, putting her arms around his neck.
A moment passes before he asks her, “are you nervous?”
“No,” she replied immediately, and he knew that it was the truth.
“Good,” he told her, before beginning to ramble, “my nervousness exists on several levels. Number one, and this is in no particular order, I haven’t done this in a long time. Number two, any expectations you might have, due to the fact that I am…you know…” he trailed off.
“The most powerful wizard since Merlin?” she finished, chuckling slightly.
“Exactly. Thank you. Just so you remember that that is a magical distinction that comes with chance. I mean, if Aberforth had been born with my magical powers he’d be the Headmaster of Hogwarts right now instead of me. And number three…” he began, before Minerva cut him off.
“Albus,” she said softly, before pulling his head down and kissing him. As their kiss grew more and more passionate, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to his large bed, where they showed each other all of their love and devotion.
END
DISCLAIMER: The American President was written by Aaron Sorkin. The Harry Potter series was written by J.K. Rowling. I own nothing.
This fic was based on a scene from "The American President", a phenomenal movie starring Annette Bening and Michael Douglas. I took most of the dialogue from the script. Please read and review!
Rating: T/M
A/N: I'm considering writing a lemon to continue this story. Please let me know what you think!
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“Minerva, do you know what your problem is?” Albus asked her.
“What’s my problem?” she shot back.
“Sex and nervousness.”
“Sex and nervousness is my problem,” she repeated, confusedly.
“Yes,” he answered, “last night when we were playing chess, I realised that many of the Headmasters’ wives had probably played chess with them. And I’ll bet that none of them were nervous about having sex with their Headmaster husbands. And you know why?” he continued.
“No, but I’m sure you’ll explain it to me,” she replied, amused at his earnest expression as he began to explain.
“I will. Because they weren’t Headmasters when they met them. But that’s not the case here.”
“Ahh,” Minerva said.
“Do you see what I’m getting at?” Albus asked her.
“Yes, I do,” she told him, “may I use your bathroom for a moment?”
“Sure. It’s through there,” he gestured towards the slightly open door.
“I want to freshen up,” she told him by way of an explanation, before entering the bathroom and turning on the light.
“As you pass through, you’ll see a large closet on your left. And if you feel comfortable, hang up your cloak, and when you come back I’ll have the house-elves bring us a drink, we’ll sit on the couch, and then I will explain to you my plan,” he finished, walking over to the couch.
“You have a plan? Don’t make me wait,” she called from the bathroom.
“Okay, then. You’re attracted to me, but the idea of physical intimacy is uncomfortable because you only know me as Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and the Hero of the Wizarding World. It’s not always going to be that way, and the reason I know that is because there was a moment last night when you were with me and not with the Headmaster of Hogwarts. I know what a big step that was for you. So, Minerva, I’m in no rush. Here’s my plan: we’re going to slow down. When you are comfortable, that’s when it will –” he stopped short as she walked back into the room, wearing nothing but his dressing gown.
“Per-perhaps I didn’t properly explain the fundamentals of the “slow down” plan,” he said as she minced her way over to him.
“You explained it perfectly,” she told him, putting her arms around his neck.
A moment passes before he asks her, “are you nervous?”
“No,” she replied immediately, and he knew that it was the truth.
“Good,” he told her, before beginning to ramble, “my nervousness exists on several levels. Number one, and this is in no particular order, I haven’t done this in a long time. Number two, any expectations you might have, due to the fact that I am…you know…” he trailed off.
“The most powerful wizard since Merlin?” she finished, chuckling slightly.
“Exactly. Thank you. Just so you remember that that is a magical distinction that comes with chance. I mean, if Aberforth had been born with my magical powers he’d be the Headmaster of Hogwarts right now instead of me. And number three…” he began, before Minerva cut him off.
“Albus,” she said softly, before pulling his head down and kissing him. As their kiss grew more and more passionate, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to his large bed, where they showed each other all of their love and devotion.
END
