Angels Calling

Chapter one.

She was there just as he had suspected. He watched her through the window in her door. The flame of a candle dancing and making shadows dance on her face. Her brow was slightly furrowed as he watched her mentally slip into the book she was reading, watching as she concentrated. Letting the words wash over her. The story playing out in her imagination, characters as dear to her as any in the real world.

He smiled gently as she reached up to the bundle of hair tied tightly on her head and pulled out a silky red ribbon letting her hair cascade down her back and swish around her shoulders, framing her ageless face.

Feeling the knot in his chest tighten as she threw back her head and sighed, feeling the silky locks run through her fingers, he knocked on the door. It was now or never.

"Minerva?" he thought were interrupted by a soft yet gravely voice coming from the door. Her green cat eyes met pools of the sweetest blue and she felt her heart melt as she feel into those joy filled pools. Although today there was something wrong, they lacked a certain spark, like his soul had gone awry.

"Albus" She smiled and placed her book down on the desk. "Come in" She gestured to the seat in front of her.

"How are you?" He sounded distant. As if he more pressing matters which he was aching to discuss.

"I'm fine Albus. A little tired perhaps, what with it being exam time. " She rubbed her eyes wearily, as though she suddenly began remembering exactly how exhausted she really was.

"Yes, you do look rather tired."

She frowned but smiled inwardly despite herself.

"Is that another way of telling me I look dreadful Albus Dumbledore?" She leaned over the desk, her dark brilliant hair draping over her shoulders. A smile danced on her lips, though he looked panic-stricken. As if he had just greatly offended her.

"No! No not at all ! That's most certainly not what I meant, at ALL. You look lovely .. You always look lovely Minerva.." His voice lowered into a whisper and he look intently upon her, relishing the moment when he could say such things to her face to face.

Strangely enough a blush began to creep up Minerva's neck as she coughed lightly, dismissing his compliment with a swish of her hand.

Albus felt his confidence rising, he had to tell her. Let her know. With a deep breath he continued, while she sat opposite him quite lost for words

"You look especially lovely at night time. Like this, with only the soft light of a candle playing on your features and you don't even know it yourself Minerva. How truly beautiful you are, how intelligent and mesmerising." He sounded soft and serious. Gazing powerfully into her emerald eyes, his bright pools of blue now seemed to be flooded with the emotion they, for a moment, seemed to lack.

She was a bit confused, he had never said anything like that to her, not in all the years they had known one another. There had always been some sort of tension between them, that she knew all to well. How she looked longingly at him from afar, feeling a desire so desperate sometimes she thought her heart should explode. But she never got so much as a flicker of attention back.

And now suddenly he was sitting near her his eyes intense and serious, saying how he thought she was beautiful, how he like to see her in the dim light of candles.

"Albus what do you mean ?" She swallowed hard and felt dreadfully nervous .. As if she might say something she would regret.

"I think you know perfectly well Minerva"

He raised to his feet and moved to stand beside her chair, he took her hand and pulled her also to her feet.

"Minerva, how could anyone as stunning as you possibly look dreadful? " He brushed a thumb up against her cheek and she fought off another fiercely red blush. Although he noticed, as she leaned into his touch, that her expression changed drastically, from one of worry and unease to one of compassion and pleasure. But her eyes were still wide and her body was slightly tense.

"I was just pretending Albus, I didn't mean it. I knew what you meant." She shivered at his touch and he placed one hand gently on her waist and pulled her closer still.

"I know. But now however, I think, we are past pretending." He brushed a finger tip across her lips, promising to treasure the tiny gasp of pleasure that escaped her, that she very unsuccessfully tried to silence.

"But .. Albus -" He silenced her words, his lips crashing down on hers. She felt his soft lips against hers, they were all what she had imagined and more: soft, talented, warm and urgent. She kissed back, deepening the kiss, thinking that she would go mad with love at any moment.

Minerva cupped his face with her hands, savouring the taste of him on her mouth. Albus palms travelled over her back. Around the soft curves of her waist and lower, pulling her hips towards him and she groaned almost inaudibly against his mouth and he smiled to himself.

He moved his lips from hers and started to work his way down to the crook of her neck, all the while letting his nimble fingers work their way down to her dress, finding the buttons undoing them to revealing new flesh, exposing silky mounds of chest that drove Albus to new heights of urgency.

Minerva trembled as he kissed the milky skin there and she tensed. Sensing this, he halted and looked upon her inquiringly.

"Albus .." The quickness of her breaths making talking rather difficult. "Do you think we should ? I mean, what are we doing ?!"

He smiled before gently backing her up against her desk, holding her waist firmly and sitting her on top.

"Showing you, exactly, how beautiful you are." He answered simply and before she had time to respond silencing her in another hot, demanding kiss.

Minerva responded immediately and pulled at the shoulders of his robe so that it fell from his arms and pooled at his feet. She tugged at his shirt until, it too, was eventually discarded along with her dress and his robes.

Albus stepped back to admire the woman before him, sitting on her desk. Her hair tousled and cheeks flushing pleasantly as she felt his eyes penetrating the skin, roaming around her chest. Over her thighs, over her stomach, her breasts and back to her face.

"I love you" he whispered, stepping back between her legs and stroking her hair.

"You do?! … Oh Albus Percevil Wulfric Brian Dumbledore I have loved you from the very moment I set eyes on you. You silly, silly man."