For Thoroughly Modern Philly and Sensiblyquirky. You guys have kept me going with Foci, so I thought I would say thanks with this. I hope you enjoy...
Minerva moaned with pleasure, "Oh, Albus…"
Minerva McGonagall lounged on the couch in front of the fireplace of Albus Dumbledore's outer chambers. Albus had lit a fire hours before but the flames dancing in the hearth now were too low to give off any heat.
Albus glanced up at Minerva's face. He watched intently as the emotions played across her features. A flash of pure joy sparked in his eyes as a look of euphoria softened the lines across her brow and her eyes cracked open.
"Is something the matter, my dear," concern filling Albus' voice. The moisture he saw welling up in her emerald eyes took him aback.
Slowly, she shook her head, not trusting her voice yet. With a smile, she straightened up and reached out to cup Albus' cheek in her hand.
"It's just…" she paused to clear her throat, "It's just that no one…" the dim firelight reflecting off of her unshed tears caused her eyes to shine with passion. "No one has ever done anything like this for my birthday before," she finished as she looked around the room. Vases full of flowers filled every open tabletop while an immaculate dinner was laid out before her on a candle lit table.
Albus reached up and removed her hand from his face. Turning it over so that he was looking at her palm, he traced light circles before brushing a tender kiss on it.
A shiver ran through Minerva's body at the suggestion Albus was relaying through the kiss. Regaining her composure, "And now this," she raised the plate that she held in her other hand.
"Did you enjoy it?" Albus questioned as he slid closer to Minerva.
Minerva gave a heavenly sigh, "It was the most exquisite chocolate cake I have ever had, Albus. Where did you find the recipe?"
"I came across it while in Trier a while back. I should take you there sometime. I came across a wonderful little Italian restaurant that I think you would enjoy." A faraway look clouded his eyes as memories floated behind them.
Quietly, Minerva set her plate down. Creeping closer to Albus, she turned his chin in her direction, drawing his attention back to the present. "I would love to see where you just escaped to."
"And I would love to take you there," he swept a hand over her temple and slowly drew her lips to his.