Part 6
Minerva moaned as she rolled over, exhausted and cold. Idly she noted her muscles were fatigued as she tried to blink open tired eyes; fingers reaching over for her covers only to find the cool heat of another's flesh.
Adrenaline instantly quelled any and all of her fatigue, as emerald eyes snapped open and her head jolted so quickly to the side that she felt a twinge ripple in her muscle – but it was of little import as images of her evening's proclivities melded with the lush shape of the woman beside her amidst the moon's full rays.
A groan merged with a sigh as she realized what she had done, and with whom.
From the stars positions and the moon's height, they had been out here for just over two hours.
That explains why I'm still tired, she mused as she gazed about for what remained of her robes and Hermione's clothes. It would not do for either of them to catch their death out here and she went to wandlessly summon her wand when she felt a sharp pain lance through her shoulder and down her arm. "Tssst." She cast a glance down and could see dried blood and what looked to be the shape of a bite.
"Great." She murmured, the events of the night becoming grimmer as the seconds passed. Not only had she bedded her former student, but said student had marked her…as her mate. Just the notion caused her center to pulse with desire and with a herculean effort she suppressed the sudden urge to seal the union.
Refocusing her energy, she wandlessly summoned their articles of clothing onto the pallet; and pulled the wards to her and with a muffled pop, apparated them to her personal chambers.
Standing, she made her way to the loo to relieve her bladder before drawing the covers down upon her bed and with a few flicks of her wand, she set it upon her nightstand and crawled into bed beside Hermione. She'd deal with the repercussions in the morning; for now…she needed to sleep. And she was too old to sleep upon the ground for the whole of the evening and still be able to move in the morning.
Oxox
Hermione shifted into the warmth that she was nestled against, the lavender scent tickling her memory with its familiarity. Unlike the heavy musk odor that permeated Ron's room, she…
Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes sprang open, suddenly acutely aware as to why her surroundings smelled of lavender as the milky skin of Minerva McGonagall came into focus and the evening rushed back in the form of a surprisingly welcome memory.
Her eyes cast about, shocked to find herself not upon Hogwarts' fabled grounds but within its hallowed walls; undoubtedly her personal chambers, she deduced as she gazed along the elegant room with sparse walnut furnishings decorated in a combination of light and dark colors that she was sure the morning's first rays would unveil. Much like the woman before her.
She had never imagined finding love in a woman's arms, let alone, Minerva McGonagall of all people; but…her body hummed at the sight of Minerva. She looked so different here in conjunction with earlier this evening than at any other point in which Hermione had seen her. It made her wonder what the woman was truly like.
Gone were the lines of stress that normally laced her face, smoky lenses no longer hid what she had come to realize were the windows to her soul, and the robes that normally masked her milky skin had been cast aside with the starry sky leaving only her lithe form and honed body. Slowly, she peeled the covers back, blood stirring in her veins as she exposed more of the soft skin.
She felt her breath catch at the ugly bruised mark, a bite…she gently reached forward, fingers ghostly touching the marred flesh; and a memory stirred of how it had happened and how she had caused the mark and she bit her own lip to stop the moan from erupting off her lips in response. Stilling her thoughts, she pulled the duvet further down; fingers innately sliding across four long, jagged scars to the right of her left breast.
The stunners, she realized as her heart stilled. She wondered how many times Minerva had defied death, and she could only hope...that her luck would continue. Eyes continued scanning down the soft flesh, fingers ghostly touching another lengthy scar along the breadth of her side.
"Rictasempra curse." Minerva's thick voice cutting across the stillness.
"How?" Hermione's questioned as she gently ran her fingers over the pebbled skin.
"The final days in the war against Grindlewald." Minerva answered as she blinked open her eyes, "Thankfully, there were skilled healers in the area."
Brown eyes met sleep filled emerald ones, ones that were almost foreign to her in the utter openness. "You are…so, beautiful." She murmured, leaning forward and kissing what was quickly becoming her haven.
"Uhhhmmm…" Minerva responded as warm wanton lips covered her own in a sensual and intimate embrace; the bed buoying upon either side where Hermione placed her hands and slid along her suddenly heated skin. One kiss lead to two, and any resolve that had grown in Minerva's breast last night about ending her potential relations with Hermione was again postponed as their kisses quickly morphed into an ardent need that drove thought from either of their minds as they sought what they had momentarily felt hours before, completion.
Xoxo
a/n: perhaps a little more?