Chapter one: Relaxing.

Minerva McGonagall was there, where he had expected her to be, still not noticing him. She was so beautiful, just sitting there, correcting essays. She looked lonely, maybe a bit tired and stressed; after all, she was dealing with far too many things, he knew, and she still had time to worry about the people arround her. She had always been a brave and straight woman, and that´s what he loved about her, her character, her strictness and her stern appearance which hid behind it, worry, softness and much more love than what he imagined.

That softness that she wished she could reveal openly, but which she only revealed to a few. He knew, because he was one of those few and he loved to be so. In fact, he loved her; he loved her inmensly and he had just understood that it was time for truth. He, Albus Dumbledore, would tell his dearest Minerva how he felt about her, and no matter her reaction, he had decided that he would help her relax and take it easy, at least for a few days.

Her head was splitting into two, the pile of essays to correct was huge and it was time for dinner already... well, it had been...an hour ago. Her hand was scibbling rapidly across pieces of parchment. Miss Granger, she laughed to herself as she wrote a huge O´ at he top of the essay. She stopped. She suddenly remembered the times when she had been a student, Albus´ student. She remembered her grades at Transfiguration and how he had smiled warmly at her every time he had handed her her corrected piece of work.

She remembered his sparkling, terribly deep blue eyes and she wished they belonged to her...she wished to be staring into them right now and she wished she only had the courage to tell him how she felt, how much she loved him. She wondered what it would be like to feel his soft, warm lips against her stern, thin ones.

How could he ever love someone like me? I´m an old, stern Transfiguration teacher and for him, a mere colleague. She sighed I only wish my students could see who i truly am, or aim to be, at least.

"Minerva?" her thoughts were interrupted by a deep, kind voice which surprisingly for her came from the opposite side of her desk. She looked up and fell into a deep, light-blue pool of joy, Albus.

"Minerva, dear,"he whispered as he received no answer."Are you all right? You look so tired...actually, you look exhausted."

"I-I"she stammered nervously." I ´m fine, thank you."

"I´m sorry, but I cannot believe you. I mean, you didn´t show up for dinner, I haven´t seen you in...I don´t know, five days and...well, I don´t want to be disrespectful Minerva but you look awful."

At this she shot a glance upward, and tears started filling her eyes, did he really mean that? Do I look that bad?She had heard many professors and students say this, but he?But she wouldn´t let her tears fall, no, she wouldn´t give him that satisfaction. She was a bit confused, he had never said anything like that to her, not in all the years they had known eachother. She had standed this from her Slytherin students and she could(in a way) understand them, but this...this went far beyond that.

"Albus, if you want to criticize my image i would suggest you to join my students! I´m sure they would agree with your ideas!"

"Minerva please don´t missunderstand me, I-"

"I think I undestand perfectly well."

She raised to her feet and stood beside her desk; he did as well. They were facing eachother, Minerva´s eyes reflected anger, but he knew he could soften her. Her penetrating gaze would have scared anyone, but not Albus, not him, who had known her for so long. Her nostrils flared with anger and there, in her green eyes he saw, not Minerva, but Professor McGonagall. He lifted his hand to her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb. Her anger seemed to dissappear after a moment, but it was reaplaced with some tears. After a short silence she leaned into his touch, knowing that she had little opportunities like this one.

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. He knew this woman like his own wand, he knew how to please her.

"Minerva, I didn´t mean to offend you in any way, I meant that you look very tired not that you literally look awful."He used his thumb to hush her as she opened her mouth to speak and as soon as it touched her lips, she kissed it. Albus was surprised, but continued with his speech."You are a gorgeous woman, extremely attractive and intelligent. I just want you to take it easy; I know there´s a lot of work to be done but sometimes one cannot deal with everything oneself, my dear. If you cannot get something done on time, then tell tell me and i will understand perfectly ."

"Albus, I´m sorry for overreacting, but you don´t understand, the students´ essays-"

"Hush, Minerva" he whispered as he placed a peck on her cheek and led her to a nearby chair. She didn´t object as he tranfigured it into a more comfortable one and gestured for her to seat. She did as told and found herself relaxing as he massaged her tense shoulders. Her painful back started to loosen and waves of pleasure seemed to emanate from the places where his hands touched her. Soft, slight gasps and moans of pleasure started emerged from her mouth(she was quite surprised).

His hands stopped for a second and untied her tigh bun, loosening her dark, brilliant hair and massaging her scalp. This last treatment eased her headache and made her feel quite released after having used that bun for over 39 years in his presence.

He bent down and inhalled her perfume, enjoying the lavender scent of her ebony hair. She released a slight moan, between clenched teeth. He then, placed a kiss on her neck, obliging her to pull her head backwards to grant him better access. He continued to place kisses down her neck and teasing with her hair.

Then, it was too much, she turned to him and kissed him on the mouth. He felt her soft lips against his, they were all what he had imagined and more: soft, talented and warm. He kissed back, deepening the kiss, thinking that he would go mad with love any moment now.

When she felt his tounge lick her lower lip, begging for an access that she granted him most willingly, she cupped his face in her hands, pulling him towards her. Soon, she was pressed to the back of the chair, savouring his sweet mouth. They eventually broke apart, in desperate need of some air, and he proceeded to peck her lips lightly. Meanwhile his hands started unbuttoning the upper part of the dress, revealing some new flesh, exposing it to the cold, night air.

McGonagall trembled as Albus placed a sweet kiss on the white pure, skin. Sensing this he halted his actions and looked at her inquiringly.

"Albus," her quick breaths making it difficult to talk. "What on the name of Meriln´s beard are we doing?" he reached for her hand and kissed it´s palm before answering,

"I´m showing you how beatiful you are."

He continued to unbutton the dress until he reached her waist where he stopped. He instead started pulling down the upper part of the dress which lay open, leaving her naked from the waist, upwards. He felt she was tense and that´s how he least wanted her to feel, he thought that maybe she was unsure about her feelings. However, the sounds that elicted from her mouth made him believe that she was pleased. He couldn´t understand it, so he decided to continue to see if he could make her relax.

He directed his attention to her breasts, licking them through the thin fabric as if they were ice-cream cones.

"I love you Albus, more than i can explain."

Hearing this, he grabbed a chair and sat in front of her. He bent down and started kissing all the way up her stomch, gently savouring each bit of flesh, until he reached her lips once again. He captured them briefly in his own.

"I love you too my darling, i love you too."

And with this said, he reached for her bra and unhooked it reavealing her perfect breasts completely. He sensed her nervousness once again, so he stopped, he stood and placed himself behind her. He once again started massaging her now bare showlders.

"Minerva, i have loved you for many years now, and i can wait if you don´t feel ready. I want you to relax and enjoy this, i won´t force you to do anything you don´t want to."

TBC.