Post by Sensiblyquirky on Dec 18, 2004 21:39:29 GMT -5
Ok, this is pure rot your teeth fluff!
Minerva McGonagall was reading in her sitting room on the afternoon of Christmas Eve relaxing underneath her blanket before the fire. Though her book was highly entertaining, Minerva was close to succumbing to a nap when a cheerful knock resounded through the room.
“Come In,” she called softly not wanting to leave the warmth of her chair.
Albus Dumbledore sprightly walked into Minerva’s room after closing the door.
“You look cozy,” he commented sitting on the couch nearest her chair.
“I am, I was close to falling asleep when you knocked.”
Albus reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind Minerva’s ear. “Then I won’t keep you long. I just stopped by to tell you that you will sleep with me tonight.”
Minerva raised an eyebrow as her response. “Oh, yes well I didn’t mean it that way.” Albus coughed and looked away to hide his blush, which Minerva found endearing.
“What did you mean, Albus?”
“Well part of my gift is to do something to your room, and I need you out of them to keep it a surprise. The guest bedroom is all prepared.”
Minerva smiled softly at her friend, “Ok, I’m yours tonight.”
This time Albus was the one that raised his eyebrow. “You should get back to taking your nap; you need the rest.”
Minerva nodded in agreement, and settled back into her chair for that nap. Before Albus left he kissed Minerva gently on the forehead, and made sure she was tucked in under her blanket. Minerva thought to herself that this was going to be the best Christmas she had had in a very long time.
Later that evening Minerva moved through the halls toward Albus’ office with a small carpetbag under arm since she was “spending the night.” Deciding to look a little different in the hopes of catching her friend’s eye Minerva wore her hair down, and a tighter fitting crimson set of robes.
Albus was busy himself making sure her room was all in order, and getting some books down for Minerva to read while he went and worked on her Christmas present. Minerva arrived when Albus was looking at part of his gift to her in his bedroom.
“Albus, where are you?”
Albus jumped, and quickly sent the gift to her room along with the rest of what he needed for the changes, “I’ll be out in a second Minerva.”
Albus emerged, and led Minerva to his guest bedroom. “You’ll be in here tonight. I had the house elves clean it, and put fresh sheets on the bed. I got books for you that you can read. I’ll be working on your room, so don’t wait up.”
Minerva’s smile faded, “You won’t be here?”
Albus patted his arm as he led her back into his sitting room, “No, I have to work on your rooms. remember?”
“Oh, yes that is right. You will be back late?” Minerva asked as she sat down on his couch a little more than disappointed that she wouldn’t be spending the entire evening in his exclusive company.
“I would imagine so; don’t worry your rooms will be fine and you can see them tomorrow!” Albus called as he headed out of his rooms into his office, so he could make his trip to her rooms. As Albus made his journey he could not shake the picture of Minerva out of his head. She had looked so beautiful, and he knew she was a slender woman but those robes really showed off her waist and the seductive roundness of her hips not to mention her breasts. Albus felt a twinge below as he started to think of Minerva’s figure, and he was very grateful for the abundance of robes he wore. Unfortunately he still had a little while to go before he reached her rooms, so his thoughts lingered on her breasts.
He had not so much as seen a hint of cleavage on her before, but tonight when she bent down to set her bag on the floor… ‘Ok,’ Albus thought to himself, ‘let’s focus on her Christmas present or this is going to be a rough night.’
Minerva on the other hand tried to read, but couldn’t seem to get into it so she roamed Albus’ sitting room and found a few photo albums on one of his shelves. For the rest of the night the pictures of Albus as a baby, and as a grown man entertained her till she decided it was time for bed.
Her room was a little colder than she liked, but Minerva just pulled the covers tight around her in hopes of getting warm. However, at two in the morning Minerva was freezing so she threw her shawl over her shoulders and stumbled her way into Albus’ bedroom.
“Albus?” Minerva called as she created some light with her wand. Albus was asleep, his hair spread out over his pillow and the one beside of him.
“Albus!” Minerva said louder as she shook his shoulder.
“Huh?”
“Albus, wake up!”
Albus slowly opened his eyes, “Minerva?”
“You know you should braid your hair at night.” Minerva commented sitting on the edge of his bed.
“I don’t know how to braid,” Albus replied wishing he could go back to sleep since he had only been in bed for an hour.
Minerva got up and moved behind Albus, sitting on the bed as she did so. Quickly, yet carefully she braided his hair and conjured a tie so that it would hold.
“There, that should be better when you wake up tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you; now why are you up at two?”
“It is too cold in my room to sleep.” Minerva said looking down at her hands.
Albus looked at the clock again, and then back to Minerva. “Why don’t you sleep in her for the rest of the night. You’ll be warm, and we can both get back to sleep.”
Minerva’s head shot up at his suggestion, “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”
“I’d rather like it if you did; now get in here and take my side because it will be warm.”
Minerva blushed at the idea of sleeping with Albus, and she prayed to whatever gods were listening that she didn’t say anything in her sleep. Climbing under the covers Minerva turned on her side away from Albus, but she did back more toward his figure as she did so. Seeing this Albus looped his arm around her waist, and pulled Minerva up against his chest.
Leaning over he kissed her softly on the cheek, “I’m looking forward to waking up to your beautiful face,” he whispered throwing caution to the wind.
Minerva placed her hand over Albus’, and titled her head back enough to gently kiss him on the lips. “And I’m looking forward to sleeping in your arms.” Minerva added after a pause, “My feet are a little cold do you think you can help me?”
Albus had a goofy grin on his face as she moved his feet to lie with Minerva’s, and he held her tighter to him as they fell asleep.
The next morning Minerva woke up warm and happy; turning she gasped when she noticed Albus was awake.
“I thought you were asleep!” Albus chuckled and leaned down to kiss her good morning before responding.
“I haven’t been awake long. What do you want for breakfast? A house elf will just bring something up.”
Minerva thought a moment as she played with Albus’ beard, “Some fresh fruit, and French toast.”
Albus raised his eyebrow, “And I thought you didn’t have a sweet tooth…”
“You’d be surprised.” The husky way in which she spoke that had Albus’ mouth watering at the implications. Sending her a lustful smirk of his own, Albus set about ordering them some breakfast.
After two hours in bed feeding each other, kissing each other, and making very little progress of getting out of bed. “Albus,” Minerva said pushing him away, “I want to see what my Christmas present is. Let’s get dressed.”
“Alright,” Albus said nuzzling her neck, “I’ll dress you and you dress me.”
Minerva swatted at his shoulder, “If you don’t let me see what you did to my rooms, you won’t be seeing, whether it is dressing or undressing, a thing. Now, let me get up.”
Albus let Minerva up, “You are a cruel woman, Minerva McGonagall.”
Minerva flashed him a radiant smile as she headed for the door, “You think this is cruel? If you hadn’t let me up I would have bound you, and stripped but you wouldn’t have been allowed to touch a thing. Nor would I have alleviated any reactions your body had to the sight of me nude.”
“Does that mean later tonight I get to see you nude, when I’m unbound?” Albus teased as he got out of the bed.
“That all depends on if I like my present. If so you just might get lucky tonight, Albus Dumbledore.”
Albus let his eyes roam Minerva’s figure slowly before he looked back up to her eyes, “Oh I do hope so.”
Minerva smiled and turned to leave his room so they could dress, and go see her rooms.
Albus made Minerva close her eyes as he led her through her sitting room, and into a new room he had created for her present. It was an art studio in which Minerva could paint. He knew it was a hobby she loved, and that she didn’t have the equipment she needed to do it like she wanted. So he had coaxed the castle into adding another room, with a window for lighting. Albus had bought Minerva paints, pencils, brushes, easels, and some canvases for working. He had decorated the walls in paintings he found in muggle London, and one he had commissioned that was a depiction of Minerva as he saw her. It was what he was looking at when she arrived the next morning.
Albus opened the door, and moved Minerva just in side. Stepping back he ordered her to open her eyes.
Minerva opened them slowly, and gasped. She turned her head quickly to Albus’ face, and then back to the room.
“H-how, why…” she stammered trying to take it all in.
“I just worked it out with the castle, and purchased a few things,” Albus replied grateful she seemed to like it.
“Oh, Albus. You spent too much money on me. This is just beautiful.”
“That is not possible, my dear. You deserve it.”
Minerva came back to Albus and cupped his face in her hands. “I love it; I love it so much, and I love you.”
Albus wrapped his arms tightly around Minerva’s waist, “ I’m glad you like it, and I love you, too.”
Minerva smiled through her tears as she turned in his arms to look at the room again. “Albus?”
“Hmm,” he asked as he leaned down to kiss her neck.
“You’ll get lucky tonight.”
Minerva McGonagall was reading in her sitting room on the afternoon of Christmas Eve relaxing underneath her blanket before the fire. Though her book was highly entertaining, Minerva was close to succumbing to a nap when a cheerful knock resounded through the room.
“Come In,” she called softly not wanting to leave the warmth of her chair.
Albus Dumbledore sprightly walked into Minerva’s room after closing the door.
“You look cozy,” he commented sitting on the couch nearest her chair.
“I am, I was close to falling asleep when you knocked.”
Albus reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind Minerva’s ear. “Then I won’t keep you long. I just stopped by to tell you that you will sleep with me tonight.”
Minerva raised an eyebrow as her response. “Oh, yes well I didn’t mean it that way.” Albus coughed and looked away to hide his blush, which Minerva found endearing.
“What did you mean, Albus?”
“Well part of my gift is to do something to your room, and I need you out of them to keep it a surprise. The guest bedroom is all prepared.”
Minerva smiled softly at her friend, “Ok, I’m yours tonight.”
This time Albus was the one that raised his eyebrow. “You should get back to taking your nap; you need the rest.”
Minerva nodded in agreement, and settled back into her chair for that nap. Before Albus left he kissed Minerva gently on the forehead, and made sure she was tucked in under her blanket. Minerva thought to herself that this was going to be the best Christmas she had had in a very long time.
Later that evening Minerva moved through the halls toward Albus’ office with a small carpetbag under arm since she was “spending the night.” Deciding to look a little different in the hopes of catching her friend’s eye Minerva wore her hair down, and a tighter fitting crimson set of robes.
Albus was busy himself making sure her room was all in order, and getting some books down for Minerva to read while he went and worked on her Christmas present. Minerva arrived when Albus was looking at part of his gift to her in his bedroom.
“Albus, where are you?”
Albus jumped, and quickly sent the gift to her room along with the rest of what he needed for the changes, “I’ll be out in a second Minerva.”
Albus emerged, and led Minerva to his guest bedroom. “You’ll be in here tonight. I had the house elves clean it, and put fresh sheets on the bed. I got books for you that you can read. I’ll be working on your room, so don’t wait up.”
Minerva’s smile faded, “You won’t be here?”
Albus patted his arm as he led her back into his sitting room, “No, I have to work on your rooms. remember?”
“Oh, yes that is right. You will be back late?” Minerva asked as she sat down on his couch a little more than disappointed that she wouldn’t be spending the entire evening in his exclusive company.
“I would imagine so; don’t worry your rooms will be fine and you can see them tomorrow!” Albus called as he headed out of his rooms into his office, so he could make his trip to her rooms. As Albus made his journey he could not shake the picture of Minerva out of his head. She had looked so beautiful, and he knew she was a slender woman but those robes really showed off her waist and the seductive roundness of her hips not to mention her breasts. Albus felt a twinge below as he started to think of Minerva’s figure, and he was very grateful for the abundance of robes he wore. Unfortunately he still had a little while to go before he reached her rooms, so his thoughts lingered on her breasts.
He had not so much as seen a hint of cleavage on her before, but tonight when she bent down to set her bag on the floor… ‘Ok,’ Albus thought to himself, ‘let’s focus on her Christmas present or this is going to be a rough night.’
Minerva on the other hand tried to read, but couldn’t seem to get into it so she roamed Albus’ sitting room and found a few photo albums on one of his shelves. For the rest of the night the pictures of Albus as a baby, and as a grown man entertained her till she decided it was time for bed.
Her room was a little colder than she liked, but Minerva just pulled the covers tight around her in hopes of getting warm. However, at two in the morning Minerva was freezing so she threw her shawl over her shoulders and stumbled her way into Albus’ bedroom.
“Albus?” Minerva called as she created some light with her wand. Albus was asleep, his hair spread out over his pillow and the one beside of him.
“Albus!” Minerva said louder as she shook his shoulder.
“Huh?”
“Albus, wake up!”
Albus slowly opened his eyes, “Minerva?”
“You know you should braid your hair at night.” Minerva commented sitting on the edge of his bed.
“I don’t know how to braid,” Albus replied wishing he could go back to sleep since he had only been in bed for an hour.
Minerva got up and moved behind Albus, sitting on the bed as she did so. Quickly, yet carefully she braided his hair and conjured a tie so that it would hold.
“There, that should be better when you wake up tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you; now why are you up at two?”
“It is too cold in my room to sleep.” Minerva said looking down at her hands.
Albus looked at the clock again, and then back to Minerva. “Why don’t you sleep in her for the rest of the night. You’ll be warm, and we can both get back to sleep.”
Minerva’s head shot up at his suggestion, “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”
“I’d rather like it if you did; now get in here and take my side because it will be warm.”
Minerva blushed at the idea of sleeping with Albus, and she prayed to whatever gods were listening that she didn’t say anything in her sleep. Climbing under the covers Minerva turned on her side away from Albus, but she did back more toward his figure as she did so. Seeing this Albus looped his arm around her waist, and pulled Minerva up against his chest.
Leaning over he kissed her softly on the cheek, “I’m looking forward to waking up to your beautiful face,” he whispered throwing caution to the wind.
Minerva placed her hand over Albus’, and titled her head back enough to gently kiss him on the lips. “And I’m looking forward to sleeping in your arms.” Minerva added after a pause, “My feet are a little cold do you think you can help me?”
Albus had a goofy grin on his face as she moved his feet to lie with Minerva’s, and he held her tighter to him as they fell asleep.
The next morning Minerva woke up warm and happy; turning she gasped when she noticed Albus was awake.
“I thought you were asleep!” Albus chuckled and leaned down to kiss her good morning before responding.
“I haven’t been awake long. What do you want for breakfast? A house elf will just bring something up.”
Minerva thought a moment as she played with Albus’ beard, “Some fresh fruit, and French toast.”
Albus raised his eyebrow, “And I thought you didn’t have a sweet tooth…”
“You’d be surprised.” The husky way in which she spoke that had Albus’ mouth watering at the implications. Sending her a lustful smirk of his own, Albus set about ordering them some breakfast.
After two hours in bed feeding each other, kissing each other, and making very little progress of getting out of bed. “Albus,” Minerva said pushing him away, “I want to see what my Christmas present is. Let’s get dressed.”
“Alright,” Albus said nuzzling her neck, “I’ll dress you and you dress me.”
Minerva swatted at his shoulder, “If you don’t let me see what you did to my rooms, you won’t be seeing, whether it is dressing or undressing, a thing. Now, let me get up.”
Albus let Minerva up, “You are a cruel woman, Minerva McGonagall.”
Minerva flashed him a radiant smile as she headed for the door, “You think this is cruel? If you hadn’t let me up I would have bound you, and stripped but you wouldn’t have been allowed to touch a thing. Nor would I have alleviated any reactions your body had to the sight of me nude.”
“Does that mean later tonight I get to see you nude, when I’m unbound?” Albus teased as he got out of the bed.
“That all depends on if I like my present. If so you just might get lucky tonight, Albus Dumbledore.”
Albus let his eyes roam Minerva’s figure slowly before he looked back up to her eyes, “Oh I do hope so.”
Minerva smiled and turned to leave his room so they could dress, and go see her rooms.
Albus made Minerva close her eyes as he led her through her sitting room, and into a new room he had created for her present. It was an art studio in which Minerva could paint. He knew it was a hobby she loved, and that she didn’t have the equipment she needed to do it like she wanted. So he had coaxed the castle into adding another room, with a window for lighting. Albus had bought Minerva paints, pencils, brushes, easels, and some canvases for working. He had decorated the walls in paintings he found in muggle London, and one he had commissioned that was a depiction of Minerva as he saw her. It was what he was looking at when she arrived the next morning.
Albus opened the door, and moved Minerva just in side. Stepping back he ordered her to open her eyes.
Minerva opened them slowly, and gasped. She turned her head quickly to Albus’ face, and then back to the room.
“H-how, why…” she stammered trying to take it all in.
“I just worked it out with the castle, and purchased a few things,” Albus replied grateful she seemed to like it.
“Oh, Albus. You spent too much money on me. This is just beautiful.”
“That is not possible, my dear. You deserve it.”
Minerva came back to Albus and cupped his face in her hands. “I love it; I love it so much, and I love you.”
Albus wrapped his arms tightly around Minerva’s waist, “ I’m glad you like it, and I love you, too.”
Minerva smiled through her tears as she turned in his arms to look at the room again. “Albus?”
“Hmm,” he asked as he leaned down to kiss her neck.
“You’ll get lucky tonight.”
Love the whole thing, especially how easy it was for them to fall into the romantic side of things. Perfect tooth rotting fluffiness before bed.
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