Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter? A pity, but I don't.
Warning: MMAD love scene
"You're…beautiful," Albus whispered, kneading small circles into Minerva's pale skin. His warm breath gently washed over her cool skin, making her shiver with pleasure.
"And I think you're a very fine man, Albus," Minerva replied quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder. She swallowed and continued haltingly, sobs almost choking her voice:
"It's just that…you and I, Albus, it seems rather…"
Minerva looked over to Albus again, and paused. He was looking at her seriously over the tops of his epectacles, unconsciously (or was it unconsciously, Minerva wondered) leaning closer to her.
"…inappropriate that…" Minerva definitely noticed him closing the small space between them…his lips came closer…closer…closer…
"…a generation gap…Albus, I—I do understand…"
Albus pressed a finger to her lips, shushing her softly. His lips came down to hers, gentle at first, a mere brush that was as light as the sweep of phoenix's wings. After their first kiss, Minerva was blushing furiously. She averted her face as he reached over for a second time.
"I…I…" Albus pushed his glasses off his face and enveloped her in his embrace.
"I think we should go on, apart from the pain…mmm…" Minerva's last part of sentence was muffled as Albus hovered over her, crushing her lips with a fervent passion. Her arms went automatically around his shoulders, pulling him close to her.
The bed springs creaked and groaned as she moaned with pleasure. She gasped as he began untying her cream nightgown.
"Gently…" she breathed, tangling her fingers in his auburn locks. "Mmmm…ah!"
Albus rolled off her and abruptly sat up. Minerva placed a palm to her forehead, quite oblivious to her gapingly open robes.
"I think we better stop," he suggested, balling his fists at his sides. Minerva sighed and raised her head slightly. She quickly tied up her robe and sat up on the opposite side of the bed.
"Yes…I—I think you're quite right," she said crisply, knotting her robe and standing up. Smoothing her hair, she took two steps to her bathroom and…fell flat on her face.
Albus looked down over to her and had to choke back a laugh. Her knickers were tangled at her ankles.
Now with her face utterly flaming, Minerva picked herself up and balled her undergarments in her hand. With a somewhat wounded pride, she fluffed herself up and strode smartly to the door, pointing Albus out.
As he left, his lips twitched into a barely perceptible smile. Minerva slammed her door and collapsed against it. Heaving a sigh, she waved her wand and the creases in her bedspread vanished.
A/N: Well, please don't fire-roast me for this fic. I…don't know what came over me. Please be gentle with any reviews. Thank you!