Post by ginger newts on Feb 22, 2005 15:20:07 GMT -5
This is little more than drabble, but I just had to get it written down.
Getting Old?
Minerva had a double lesson with the second year Hufflepuffs every Tuesday and Thursday immediately following lunch, which was fortunately followed by a free period until dinner. She always found herself rather tired after the extended class, and today was no exception. Gratefully, she watched them leave the classroom and then exited herself, locking the door with a spell from the outside. Minerva made her way through the throngs of students in the corridors to the headmaster’s office and entered after a brief knock.
Albus was waiting for her on the couch in front of the fire and smiled when he saw Minerva enter. She walked toward him and slipped off her shoes before sitting down beside him and greeting him with a warm kiss.
“How was class?” he asked.
“Long,” she answered with a sigh, causing him to chuckle.
Albus ran a hand up her spine and rubbed her neck soothingly as he leaned in to kiss her again. In one smooth motion they were lying side-by-side on the couch with Minerva’s head pillowed on Albus’ beard. She really was quite tired and as Albus’ hand began gently rubbing her back, Minerva closed her eyes and settled into his warmth.
An hour later she stirred and looked up at Albus to find his eyes closed and a soft smile gracing his aged face. Minerva smiled as she reached up and ran a finger over his forehead, smoothing the wrinkles and brushing away a few errant silvery hairs. He moved his head under her touch before slowly opening his twinkling blue eyes to look at her.
“Have a good nap?” he asked quietly.
“Excellent,” Minerva replied with a small nod. “You make an very nice pillow.”
“I wish you had a free period every afternoon,” Albus said with a smile. “It’s quite lonely napping by myself the other three days of the week.”
Minerva laughed quietly then frowned, “Albus, are we getting old?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” he answered evasively, eyes twinkling even more brightly.
She swatted him on the chest with one hand and then placed an apologetic kiss to his cheek when he feigned and affronted look.
“I don’t like to think of it as old, my dear,” he told her. “Merely practical. More people should take advantage of an afternoon nap.”
“Indeed,” she answered dryly. “Aren’t we clever?”
“You’re lucky I find your sarcasm endearing,” Albus teased as he bent his head forward for a kiss.
That kiss led to several more before Minerva finally extracted herself from his arms and stood up. “I believe it’s time the headmaster and his deputy put in an appearance at dinner,” she said.
Albus sighed and stood to join her as she slipped back into her shoes. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and nuzzled into her neck for a few moments. “I’ll be looking forward to having you in my arms again all evening,” he said against her skin.
Minerva smiled devilishly and turned around to stroke his beard before kissing him quickly on the lips. “Yes, and hopefully because of our little nap we won’t have to drop right off to sleep tonight.”
“Hopefully,” Albus agreed with a playful pat to her bottom as she walked toward the door.
The End
Getting Old?
Minerva had a double lesson with the second year Hufflepuffs every Tuesday and Thursday immediately following lunch, which was fortunately followed by a free period until dinner. She always found herself rather tired after the extended class, and today was no exception. Gratefully, she watched them leave the classroom and then exited herself, locking the door with a spell from the outside. Minerva made her way through the throngs of students in the corridors to the headmaster’s office and entered after a brief knock.
Albus was waiting for her on the couch in front of the fire and smiled when he saw Minerva enter. She walked toward him and slipped off her shoes before sitting down beside him and greeting him with a warm kiss.
“How was class?” he asked.
“Long,” she answered with a sigh, causing him to chuckle.
Albus ran a hand up her spine and rubbed her neck soothingly as he leaned in to kiss her again. In one smooth motion they were lying side-by-side on the couch with Minerva’s head pillowed on Albus’ beard. She really was quite tired and as Albus’ hand began gently rubbing her back, Minerva closed her eyes and settled into his warmth.
An hour later she stirred and looked up at Albus to find his eyes closed and a soft smile gracing his aged face. Minerva smiled as she reached up and ran a finger over his forehead, smoothing the wrinkles and brushing away a few errant silvery hairs. He moved his head under her touch before slowly opening his twinkling blue eyes to look at her.
“Have a good nap?” he asked quietly.
“Excellent,” Minerva replied with a small nod. “You make an very nice pillow.”
“I wish you had a free period every afternoon,” Albus said with a smile. “It’s quite lonely napping by myself the other three days of the week.”
Minerva laughed quietly then frowned, “Albus, are we getting old?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” he answered evasively, eyes twinkling even more brightly.
She swatted him on the chest with one hand and then placed an apologetic kiss to his cheek when he feigned and affronted look.
“I don’t like to think of it as old, my dear,” he told her. “Merely practical. More people should take advantage of an afternoon nap.”
“Indeed,” she answered dryly. “Aren’t we clever?”
“You’re lucky I find your sarcasm endearing,” Albus teased as he bent his head forward for a kiss.
That kiss led to several more before Minerva finally extracted herself from his arms and stood up. “I believe it’s time the headmaster and his deputy put in an appearance at dinner,” she said.
Albus sighed and stood to join her as she slipped back into her shoes. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and nuzzled into her neck for a few moments. “I’ll be looking forward to having you in my arms again all evening,” he said against her skin.
Minerva smiled devilishly and turned around to stroke his beard before kissing him quickly on the lips. “Yes, and hopefully because of our little nap we won’t have to drop right off to sleep tonight.”
“Hopefully,” Albus agreed with a playful pat to her bottom as she walked toward the door.
The End
