Post by blackmagic on Feb 22, 2007 1:46:30 GMT -5
Chapter 10
WARNING- This gets quite tart and tangy. It's not exactly lemon material - more of a lime really. Anyway, if you are too young or not into this sort of thing, avoid what's between the *'s. You have been warned.
Minerva was so far beyond the realm of ordinary emotions that there was only one option left open to her - she began to cry. Albus moved off of her and took her into his arms despite her protests and one failed attempt at punching him in the nose. In an effort to preserve what was left of her dignity, he vanished the little black lace panties he'd given her. "Please Albus, don't do this to me," she said so softly in was almost inaudible as Albus lightly kissed her forehead. And then her moment of weakness stop just as suddenly as it had begun.
"Chess? Chess! I'm partially dressed and and very angry.. no furious beyond definition and I have you to blame for it and when confronted all you can think about is chess!? What kind of friend are you? No I don't think we'll be playing chess this evening, Albus. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I'll be speaking to you this evening or any evening in the near future for that matter. Now, for the last time, put those back!"
"Wouldn't it be easier to just go to your bedroom and put on something else?" Albus asked.
"I want you to put back what you removed earlier. It's a matter of principle,"she stated flatly.
Albus knew it was useless, but he had to attempt to explain himself. "Minerva, I am so very sorry. You must believe me when I tell you the what happened on Monday as well as what just occurred in the Great Hall was an accident. I never meant to embarrass or hurt you in any way. I sorry I fell on top of you as well. In addition to being accidental, it was also most inappropriate. Of course, the item I seem to have... borrowed will be returned however, I would rather continue with that in your private quarters. It will not be as easy or comfortable for either of us as it was to give them to you in the first place and I feel the added comfort of your own rooms will make this easier on both of us." He make it a point not to mention what this discomfort would be. He helped her to her feet and they walked together to her chambers in silence.
When they reached her office, Albus brought Minerva to her bedrooms and asked her to remove her outer robe. The fear in her eyes as she did this cut him like a knife - deep into his very core. "You make wish to lay down." She did as she was instructed. "I'll sit on the opposite side of the bed. When you are ready, let me know and we will begin. I'm sorry, Minerva, for all of this." She nodded her head and the spell began. He was unaware that she had taken his hand.
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Minerva felt the magic wrap around her and then begin to descend at a very slow pace. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing became shallow, and a soft moan escaped her lips as the sight tickling sensation of the spell worked its way over more and more sensitive parts of her body. It caressed her as it moved downward. This is what Albus had meant by uncomfortable. She began to squirm and she held Albus' hand tighter. The magic slipped between her legs and she cried out. The sensation didn't feel like a caress, but an erotic exploration. "Albus, hold me. Please," she gasped as the spell aroused her further.
Guiltily he drew her close to him. All this time he had been trying not to notice how beautiful she was when involved in a sexual experience, but it had had elicited a strong physical response he found difficult to ignore. 'Some bloke's incredibly lucky,' he thought as he pulled her into an embrace, trying to avoid having her make contact with the growing bulge in his robes. Out of desperation, he used a pillow to create a barrier between them.
She nestled her head on his shoulder and as the spell reached completion and she reached ecstasy she called out his name once more. Her warm breath on his neck, her perfume, the softness of her hair tumbling down from it's bun, the way her body felt against his - all of this brought him into a role he longed for, but couldn't play. After all, she belonged to someone else.
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"I must leave you, Minerva. This is not right. I have no business staying with you like this," Albus said after a few minutes had passed, allow them both to begin to compose themselves.
"Why?" she asked, moving closer and pulling the pillow from between them.
Without another word he left her there on the bed. As he closed the door, he heard her start to cry.
WARNING- This gets quite tart and tangy. It's not exactly lemon material - more of a lime really. Anyway, if you are too young or not into this sort of thing, avoid what's between the *'s. You have been warned.
Minerva was so far beyond the realm of ordinary emotions that there was only one option left open to her - she began to cry. Albus moved off of her and took her into his arms despite her protests and one failed attempt at punching him in the nose. In an effort to preserve what was left of her dignity, he vanished the little black lace panties he'd given her. "Please Albus, don't do this to me," she said so softly in was almost inaudible as Albus lightly kissed her forehead. And then her moment of weakness stop just as suddenly as it had begun.
"Chess? Chess! I'm partially dressed and and very angry.. no furious beyond definition and I have you to blame for it and when confronted all you can think about is chess!? What kind of friend are you? No I don't think we'll be playing chess this evening, Albus. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I'll be speaking to you this evening or any evening in the near future for that matter. Now, for the last time, put those back!"
"Wouldn't it be easier to just go to your bedroom and put on something else?" Albus asked.
"I want you to put back what you removed earlier. It's a matter of principle,"she stated flatly.
Albus knew it was useless, but he had to attempt to explain himself. "Minerva, I am so very sorry. You must believe me when I tell you the what happened on Monday as well as what just occurred in the Great Hall was an accident. I never meant to embarrass or hurt you in any way. I sorry I fell on top of you as well. In addition to being accidental, it was also most inappropriate. Of course, the item I seem to have... borrowed will be returned however, I would rather continue with that in your private quarters. It will not be as easy or comfortable for either of us as it was to give them to you in the first place and I feel the added comfort of your own rooms will make this easier on both of us." He make it a point not to mention what this discomfort would be. He helped her to her feet and they walked together to her chambers in silence.
When they reached her office, Albus brought Minerva to her bedrooms and asked her to remove her outer robe. The fear in her eyes as she did this cut him like a knife - deep into his very core. "You make wish to lay down." She did as she was instructed. "I'll sit on the opposite side of the bed. When you are ready, let me know and we will begin. I'm sorry, Minerva, for all of this." She nodded her head and the spell began. He was unaware that she had taken his hand.
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Minerva felt the magic wrap around her and then begin to descend at a very slow pace. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing became shallow, and a soft moan escaped her lips as the sight tickling sensation of the spell worked its way over more and more sensitive parts of her body. It caressed her as it moved downward. This is what Albus had meant by uncomfortable. She began to squirm and she held Albus' hand tighter. The magic slipped between her legs and she cried out. The sensation didn't feel like a caress, but an erotic exploration. "Albus, hold me. Please," she gasped as the spell aroused her further.
Guiltily he drew her close to him. All this time he had been trying not to notice how beautiful she was when involved in a sexual experience, but it had had elicited a strong physical response he found difficult to ignore. 'Some bloke's incredibly lucky,' he thought as he pulled her into an embrace, trying to avoid having her make contact with the growing bulge in his robes. Out of desperation, he used a pillow to create a barrier between them.
She nestled her head on his shoulder and as the spell reached completion and she reached ecstasy she called out his name once more. Her warm breath on his neck, her perfume, the softness of her hair tumbling down from it's bun, the way her body felt against his - all of this brought him into a role he longed for, but couldn't play. After all, she belonged to someone else.
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"I must leave you, Minerva. This is not right. I have no business staying with you like this," Albus said after a few minutes had passed, allow them both to begin to compose themselves.
"Why?" she asked, moving closer and pulling the pillow from between them.
Without another word he left her there on the bed. As he closed the door, he heard her start to cry.
