Post by morethanacrush on Jan 15, 2009 21:27:23 GMT -5
A/N: This was inspired by my BFFL (lol) kel!! well.. kellyanne It was inspired by her fic 'They Wouldn't See'. If you haven't read it, it's on ff.net under her screen name, and I personally love it.
happy reading!
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They had a game, between themselves.
The rule? Don’t get caught.
Minerva new her opponent well: all of his little secret spots, all of his hidden desires, all of his weaknesses. She knew that he would shudder beneath her fingers, as their tips grazed the tender inside of his wrist. She smiled, only for him, a catty smile, that made him go weak in the knees. She would bite her lips; lick her lips; flutter her eyelashes slowly, seductively... and he would be all hers. When she did all the things that drove him wild, she could practically feel him surrender to her. She could feel his want; feel his need, for her and her alone.
Unfortunately for Minerva, Albus too, knew his opponent well. He knew all she needed was his presence beside her, and she could feel the pull towards him. He would walk with her, arms linked; only barely touching her. He could see the desire building in her eyes. He would gently brush his hand against her thigh while they sat, leaning over to let his breath tickle her ear when he apologized. The name he called her, ‘my dear’, always aroused the want of her actual pet name: ‘my love’. He knew he had her in his grasp when she doubled her efforts towards him.
The catch? They played their game surrounded by students and faculty.
Again, the rule? Don’t get caught.
There was never a winner; though they would both claim the title. But once, just once, they had both lost the game unknowingly. It had been a Thursday, when they both let their guard down. Just once, when Albus had been escorting Minerva back to her office after dinner – always remaining out of her reach – Minerva gave him that catty smile and the flutter of her eyelashes. She bid him goodnight. He picked up on that signal that she sent him, the one which begged him to indulge in her kiss.
They let their guard down; he pinned her against the wooden door, fingers wound into her hair, and his lips pressed against hers in a heated kiss. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, as close as he could possibly be at that moment.
The moment itself only lasted few seconds. But a redheaded couple witnessed those few seconds, making them both the losers of their game. Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley – both on their way to serve their detentions for having a row during class – smiled to each other, as they back tracked their steps and rounded their back around the corner.
happy reading!
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They had a game, between themselves.
The rule? Don’t get caught.
Minerva new her opponent well: all of his little secret spots, all of his hidden desires, all of his weaknesses. She knew that he would shudder beneath her fingers, as their tips grazed the tender inside of his wrist. She smiled, only for him, a catty smile, that made him go weak in the knees. She would bite her lips; lick her lips; flutter her eyelashes slowly, seductively... and he would be all hers. When she did all the things that drove him wild, she could practically feel him surrender to her. She could feel his want; feel his need, for her and her alone.
Unfortunately for Minerva, Albus too, knew his opponent well. He knew all she needed was his presence beside her, and she could feel the pull towards him. He would walk with her, arms linked; only barely touching her. He could see the desire building in her eyes. He would gently brush his hand against her thigh while they sat, leaning over to let his breath tickle her ear when he apologized. The name he called her, ‘my dear’, always aroused the want of her actual pet name: ‘my love’. He knew he had her in his grasp when she doubled her efforts towards him.
The catch? They played their game surrounded by students and faculty.
Again, the rule? Don’t get caught.
There was never a winner; though they would both claim the title. But once, just once, they had both lost the game unknowingly. It had been a Thursday, when they both let their guard down. Just once, when Albus had been escorting Minerva back to her office after dinner – always remaining out of her reach – Minerva gave him that catty smile and the flutter of her eyelashes. She bid him goodnight. He picked up on that signal that she sent him, the one which begged him to indulge in her kiss.
They let their guard down; he pinned her against the wooden door, fingers wound into her hair, and his lips pressed against hers in a heated kiss. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, as close as he could possibly be at that moment.
The moment itself only lasted few seconds. But a redheaded couple witnessed those few seconds, making them both the losers of their game. Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley – both on their way to serve their detentions for having a row during class – smiled to each other, as they back tracked their steps and rounded their back around the corner.
