Post by Sensiblyquirky on Oct 12, 2004 22:26:28 GMT -5
Ok Ginger Newts, my usual partner in crime, helped me a lot with this short piece. Thank you, pal!!!! (i need a nickname for you...)
Albus Dumbledore was not used to this feeling of waiting up for his beloved. His kitten, as he called her, and he had been seeing each other for three years now and she had always had to wait up for him. He finally knew what it felt like: he had been bored stiff all evening. Now he was pacing her sitting room worried, because it was five after midnight and Minerva was due home at midnight exactly; and this woman was never late.
A number of scenarios had run through Albus’ head, and he did not like a one of them. At 12:10 Albus slumped down in a chair, but was back up again moving toward the bookshelf. ‘A good book that is all I need, if I know Minerva’s sister she is talking Minerva’s ear off,’ Albus thought as he reached for a thick book on transfiguration.
“The animagus transformation is the most advanced…” Albus looked up 12:11. Only twelve eleven? How in the world could it only be one minute after when he started reading? This went on for the next four minutes until Minerva walked through her sitting room door. Albus had never been so relieved. He immediately moved the book to the table, and jumped up.
“Where on earth have you been, I’ve been worried sick,” Albus exclaimed looking intently at Minerva for bruises.
“Albus it was just fifteen minutes,” Minerva replied removing her traveling cloak.
“But, I…you’re never late!” Albus said in his own defense.
Raising her eyebrow Minerva dryly replied, “Albus you are being silly. You couldn’t have been that worried.”
Taking a step toward her Albus said in a softer voice, “But I was. Minerva, you’re always on time, usually early, and for the last fifteen minutes I’ve been imaging the most awful reasons why you were not here.”
Giving just the smallest hint of a smile Minerva walked toward Albus, and took his hand within hers, “I was at my sister’s, nothing could have happened to me there.”
Moving closer to him Minerva slowly let her hands travel up his chest, and loop around his neck. Leaning forward she lightly kissed his lips before saying, “But now I’m here and I can think of many things I’d rather to be doing than discussing why I was late.” Leaning forward again she moved her head right when Albus thought she would kiss him, and rather took his earlobe in her mouth sucking on it gently.
In a strained voice Albus replied, “Oh, I think that can be arranged.” Minerva backed away from him and moved to the bedroom door. Standing in the frame she slowly let her dress slip off her shoulders and pool at her feet. Taking a step back she bent down to remove her stockings, throwing them at Albus, who caught both very easily as he took a step toward her. Moving back again Minerva, in what Albus thought was the slowest possible pace, removed her bra. By this time Albus was standing in the doorway, and when Minerva removed the last article of clothing he shut the door.
Sometime later as they were basking in the afterglow Albus said, “My dear, I don’t see how you can stand to wait up for me. It was sheer torture.”
Kissing his chest Minerva said, “It’s not pleasant, but you get used to it after awhile. I used to worry sick when you were late as well, even before we became involved.”
“You waited up for me,” Albus asked surprised.
A little shyly Minerva said, “Yes, I used to wait up till you got back to Hogwarts, and then I would slip back to my rooms once you had returned.”
“I’m sorry, my love.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, now how bout we get some sleep, love,” Minerva suggested as she stretched before settling back down on his chest.
From that night on Albus tried to end every meeting on time, so Minerva wouldn’t worry as he had.
Albus Dumbledore was not used to this feeling of waiting up for his beloved. His kitten, as he called her, and he had been seeing each other for three years now and she had always had to wait up for him. He finally knew what it felt like: he had been bored stiff all evening. Now he was pacing her sitting room worried, because it was five after midnight and Minerva was due home at midnight exactly; and this woman was never late.
A number of scenarios had run through Albus’ head, and he did not like a one of them. At 12:10 Albus slumped down in a chair, but was back up again moving toward the bookshelf. ‘A good book that is all I need, if I know Minerva’s sister she is talking Minerva’s ear off,’ Albus thought as he reached for a thick book on transfiguration.
“The animagus transformation is the most advanced…” Albus looked up 12:11. Only twelve eleven? How in the world could it only be one minute after when he started reading? This went on for the next four minutes until Minerva walked through her sitting room door. Albus had never been so relieved. He immediately moved the book to the table, and jumped up.
“Where on earth have you been, I’ve been worried sick,” Albus exclaimed looking intently at Minerva for bruises.
“Albus it was just fifteen minutes,” Minerva replied removing her traveling cloak.
“But, I…you’re never late!” Albus said in his own defense.
Raising her eyebrow Minerva dryly replied, “Albus you are being silly. You couldn’t have been that worried.”
Taking a step toward her Albus said in a softer voice, “But I was. Minerva, you’re always on time, usually early, and for the last fifteen minutes I’ve been imaging the most awful reasons why you were not here.”
Giving just the smallest hint of a smile Minerva walked toward Albus, and took his hand within hers, “I was at my sister’s, nothing could have happened to me there.”
Moving closer to him Minerva slowly let her hands travel up his chest, and loop around his neck. Leaning forward she lightly kissed his lips before saying, “But now I’m here and I can think of many things I’d rather to be doing than discussing why I was late.” Leaning forward again she moved her head right when Albus thought she would kiss him, and rather took his earlobe in her mouth sucking on it gently.
In a strained voice Albus replied, “Oh, I think that can be arranged.” Minerva backed away from him and moved to the bedroom door. Standing in the frame she slowly let her dress slip off her shoulders and pool at her feet. Taking a step back she bent down to remove her stockings, throwing them at Albus, who caught both very easily as he took a step toward her. Moving back again Minerva, in what Albus thought was the slowest possible pace, removed her bra. By this time Albus was standing in the doorway, and when Minerva removed the last article of clothing he shut the door.
Sometime later as they were basking in the afterglow Albus said, “My dear, I don’t see how you can stand to wait up for me. It was sheer torture.”
Kissing his chest Minerva said, “It’s not pleasant, but you get used to it after awhile. I used to worry sick when you were late as well, even before we became involved.”
“You waited up for me,” Albus asked surprised.
A little shyly Minerva said, “Yes, I used to wait up till you got back to Hogwarts, and then I would slip back to my rooms once you had returned.”
“I’m sorry, my love.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, now how bout we get some sleep, love,” Minerva suggested as she stretched before settling back down on his chest.
From that night on Albus tried to end every meeting on time, so Minerva wouldn’t worry as he had.
Well done, Pal, a great end to my day.
*scratches head* anyway this is lovely. I'm so glad they don't have to worry anymore. Bravo!
Poor Albus 
Too bad not every man are like Albus! 
