What Minerva Listens to Every Night
Disclaimer: As if I owned Harry Potter...which will be never.
"Shhh! Did you hear that?"
"Hear what, Minerva?" Albus asked, looking confused.
"There…there it is again," she breathed. "Hold me closer, and listen."
"Minerva, I don't…"
"It's the sound of life, of vitality, of love. Your heartbeat is magic for me; it is a deeper, more complex magic than anything else!"
"Oh, my darling, you…"
"Shh…Hold me closer. I want to hear your heart beating until I fall asleep."
Albus obliged, placing a feather light kiss on her head. Minerva's eyelashes tickled his bare chest as she blinked. Her long, silky, black hair fanned out behind her and splayed across his chest. As he was extremely ticklish, he tried to inch away slightly and brush her hair away. Minerva noticed and smiled. Albus could feel her lips curve against his skin; her lips were so smooth, warm, and moist.
"Oh, Al…I'm so sorry. I forgot you were ticklish. I'll…put my hair up next time, all right?"
"NO, Minerva… Bedtime is the time to, er, let your hair down. Besides, I never see it down otherwise…and it's so lovely."
"Thank you," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest. He chuckled at the tingling sensation and hugged her a little tighter. "Albus…"
"Hmmm?"
"I…love…you."
Finally, she shut her eyes and allowed herself to be rocked to sleep by the waves and rising of her Albus' chest.
"And I love you. Good night, kitten."
Minerva purred softly in response.
Albus sighed deeply and stroked Minerva's flowing black hair. He soon drifted off to sleep.