Post by angharad on Aug 26, 2004 15:05:58 GMT -5
Okay y'all, I think I'm done!
Minerva McGonagall was, quite simply, a nervous wreck. After giving Albus’ parcel to a house elf, with strict instructions on where it should be placed and when, she had gone to bed. Sleep, however, proved elusive as her thoughts kept returning to Albus and all his possible reactions to the gift. Finally, at around five in the morning, she gave up trying to sleep altogether. A long warm bath restored her equilibrium somewhat, but the respite was short-lived, as the elf who brought her tea was the same one who, with great glee, assured her that she had, indeed, placed the package just where Professor McGonagall wanted it. This set Minerva’s thoughts spinning again, and she had actually begun to pace, something she never did, when she was interrupted by the sound of knocking. Not expecting Albus for another hour, she was thus quite unprepared for the sight that greeted her when she opened the door.
There stood Albus Dumbledore in a nightcap, nightshirt, wooly bathrobe, and slippers – all the same shade of emerald green as his brand new socks! Relief and joy flooded Minerva's heart in equal measure, and she didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or just throw herself into his arms. Albus took the matter out of her hands by reaching out to gently caress her face with his. “I did want to kiss you that day a year ago, and every day since,” he confessed. “But, each time, I lost my nerve. Will you ever forgive me?”
“Only if you kiss me right now,” Minerva responded in a voice that was only slightly above a whisper, as she wound her arms around his neck.
The kiss was very light and soft at first, as each of them took the time to savor the feel of the other. It didn’t take long, however, for a year of pent-up passion to bubble to the surface. By the time the kiss finally ended, they were both gasping for air, their slightly swollen lips curved into very happy smiles.
“Thank you,” Minerva murmured breathlessly.
“For what?” Albus asked gently.
“For giving me my heart’s desire for Christmas,” Minerva replied, drawing him to her for another kiss.
I hope the ending was what you hoped for. I think I need to brush my teeth now...
Minerva McGonagall was, quite simply, a nervous wreck. After giving Albus’ parcel to a house elf, with strict instructions on where it should be placed and when, she had gone to bed. Sleep, however, proved elusive as her thoughts kept returning to Albus and all his possible reactions to the gift. Finally, at around five in the morning, she gave up trying to sleep altogether. A long warm bath restored her equilibrium somewhat, but the respite was short-lived, as the elf who brought her tea was the same one who, with great glee, assured her that she had, indeed, placed the package just where Professor McGonagall wanted it. This set Minerva’s thoughts spinning again, and she had actually begun to pace, something she never did, when she was interrupted by the sound of knocking. Not expecting Albus for another hour, she was thus quite unprepared for the sight that greeted her when she opened the door.
There stood Albus Dumbledore in a nightcap, nightshirt, wooly bathrobe, and slippers – all the same shade of emerald green as his brand new socks! Relief and joy flooded Minerva's heart in equal measure, and she didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or just throw herself into his arms. Albus took the matter out of her hands by reaching out to gently caress her face with his. “I did want to kiss you that day a year ago, and every day since,” he confessed. “But, each time, I lost my nerve. Will you ever forgive me?”
“Only if you kiss me right now,” Minerva responded in a voice that was only slightly above a whisper, as she wound her arms around his neck.
The kiss was very light and soft at first, as each of them took the time to savor the feel of the other. It didn’t take long, however, for a year of pent-up passion to bubble to the surface. By the time the kiss finally ended, they were both gasping for air, their slightly swollen lips curved into very happy smiles.
“Thank you,” Minerva murmured breathlessly.
“For what?” Albus asked gently.
“For giving me my heart’s desire for Christmas,” Minerva replied, drawing him to her for another kiss.
I hope the ending was what you hoped for. I think I need to brush my teeth now...
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