Post by EloquentPhoenix on Nov 6, 2006 18:03:10 GMT -5
One of those days…
Summary: Someone has had one of those days. Harmless fluff, suitable for all.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This started out as me writing to put to rest an annoying plotbunny, and then I ended up writing a different annoying one. So there’s probably something more angsty coming from me with the other plotbunny soon. Ish. I hope you like it, any constructive criticisms greatly appreciated.
Flinging her outer robe over the back of her couch Minerva collapsed with a sigh on the thick, crimson rug before her fire grate. It had been a one of those days. Again. She could blame those Weasley twins and their friend Lee, or Peeves, or Neville Longbottom, or the latest Malfoy, Draco. But it took more than all of them rolled together. It had been the little things too. It really had been one of those weeks, not days. She let her head loll back onto her couch as she closed her eyes, trying to banish the headache she could feel starting between her eyes. She lit the fire with a wave of her wand, the warmth it created surrounding her.
It was only due to how tired she felt that she failed to hear the soft knock on her door, which was Albus coming to play chess. It was only due to sheer exhaustion that she paid no heed to the tapping of his boots across her floor towards her. Minerva barely registered his presence until she felt gentle hands untie the laces of her boots and slip them off her feet. She smiled gratefully and flexed her ankles with feline grace.
“Better?” he asked, expecting no verbal response. Chess was off for tonight then. He was half glad, he enjoyed her company, but if they were only talking he was much more likely to let something slip.
“Much, thank you,” she replied quietly. “But I don’t think I can cope with chess tonight, Albus, I’m much too tired and I’m getting an awful headache.
“Afraid you’ll lose, my dear?” he chuckled, moving to sit on the couch behind her.
“A headache, Albus, nothing more I assure you. I can’t play chess, for to beat you in such a state would prove positively detrimental to your ego…”
“Ego indeed. I’d ask you to take a potion, but I quite like my nose with only three breaks in it thank you very much, so is there anything else which will help your headache?”
“No thank you, Albus, if I rest it will fade,” she murmured.
“Indeed. Though I daresay that bun really isn’t helping,” he said as he began to gently slide out the pins holding it up.
He didn’t seem to notice as her eyes shot open and her breath jumped a little, her mind in a whirl of thoughts. She tried in vain to relax despite the feelings being created as Albus let down her hair. She slowly closed her eyes, determined to enjoy the intimacy of the situation.
As Albus slowly gathered up her river of ebony hair and moved it to softly lie down her back he began to regret this idea. Her hair felt like silk, and as much as he had always longed to run his fingers through it he knew he should stop before he lost control. Stop before he wanted to kiss her, to tell her everything. As he brushed her hair over her left shoulder he wondered if she knew that she’d tilted her neck that way as well – tempting him. Was it purposeful? Yet so lost in the feeling of her hair, of trying to stay in control Albus didn’t notice Minerva’s shudder as his hand brushed over her skin. She allowed him to continue for a while, before pulling away as her self control began to slip from her. Snatching a cushion to pillow her head she lay across the rug, smiling up at him.
Albus merely marvelled at how simply beautiful she was, elegant even in her state and sprawled across the floor. He slipped to the floor beside her without thinking, gently massaging her tense shoulders. Minerva silently cursed; she’d meant to get away from this type of situation. But as the minutes ticked by both began to wonder what on earth they were doing, what was happening, what they were letting happen.
“Are you feeling better, my dear?” he whispered softly to her.
“Hmmm,” was her inarticulate response.
“Do you think you’re up to concentrating a little? I’ve had an idea…”
“Okay, as long as it’s just a little” she mumbled, trying to disguise her feelings since her was leaning over her.
Albus Gently traced a letter G on her back with a single finger.
“What on earth are you doing, Albus?”
He chuckled in response, “I’m writing words, and you’re supposed to guess, I’m checking you haven’t suffered permanent damage from your headache.”
He silently retraced his G on her back.
“G,” she said dutifully.
“R”
“Y… Gryffindor.”
“Indeed. But three letters before you got it. Tut tut tut,” he said.
They continued Albus’ childish game for a while, and he finally got Minerva to laugh and hit him playfully as he spelled out ‘Sherbet lemons’.
“Okay,” he said, still laughing, “last one.”
He took a deep, nervous breath before beginning; he couldn’t change his mind now. He was in too far, and perhaps, just perhaps she felt the same. He slowly, his hand shaking a little, he began to trace a letter on her back.
“I”
“L”
“O”
“V”
“…e.. E,” she faltered slightly, her breath catching.
She couldn’t even breathe as he continued with the letters Y, O and U. Summoning up all of her courage Minerva slowly rolled over, only to find Albus a breath away, leaning over her. And suddenly they were kissing, his tongue slowly tracing her lips and exploring gently as he held her close. Her arms around his neck and her hands fisted in his hair as she began to kiss him back…
Finite
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