Authors Note. Enjoy ;)
Minerva dreamt that she was floating on a cool tropical sea. It was a calm relaxing vision, she was lying buoyed up in the salty ocean. Fingers slipping through silky water, caressing the waves. In the distance she could hear the faint sounds of a motorboat.
Then she woke up.
The cool waves were actually cheap cotton sheets over top of a too soft mattress.
The silky water was actually chestnut curls entangling her fingers.
The faint motor noise was actually Hermione's soft snoring.
Despite the imperfection of reality compared to her dream... There was nowhere that Minerva would rather have been at that moment. She turned her head and looked at Hermione, a huge smile lit up her face at the sight of tangled hair and a cheek smooshed into the pillow. The older woman leant in and pressed a kiss to soft lips.
Hermione woke up moaning into the gentle kiss, loving the feel of a hand caressing her stomach. "Minerva?"
"Who else?" The second kiss was firmer now that the younger woman was awake but after a few moments Minerva broke it. She rested her head on Hermione's shoulder and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I missed you."
"And I missed you, it has been a very long week."
The young witch kissed the top of Minerva's head and slipped a devilish hand between the older woman's slim thighs. "Gods Hermione."
"Do you want me to stop?" Her voice was teasing, knowing that there was no way that that the Headmistress wanted her to stop.
"We don't really have...ti...oooh."
Minerva came out of the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks. The most gorgeous young woman that she had ever seen was standing dressed only in lacy black underwear, one foot up on the bed as she smoothed a silk stocking up over a shapely leg. The older witch exhaled shakily, not exactly sure what Hermione saw in her but more than willing to accept it as a gift.
"You are absolutely gorgeous."
"And you're drooling."
"I freely admit it." Minerva walked over and pulled the almost naked young woman against her body. Her reward was a soul-shattering kiss. "But we are already running late, thanks to your delaying tactics."
"My delaying tactics? How about what you did to me in the shower?"
"You started it."
"Did not."
"Did too." Minerva laughed and went to grab her own dress off of the hanger. She slipped into the elegant green silk and turned to watch Hermione pull a deep red dress over her skin. The older woman walked over and peppered the young woman's back with kisses – while drawing the zipper up somewhat reluctantly.
They exchanged a wry smile and summoning their willpower, stepped away from each other to finish getting ready.
Hermione was chatting to a Danish teacher at the buffet when she became aware of Minerva's intent gaze from across the room. She turned slightly bringing the ebony haired woman completely into view. Minerva was wearing a very elegant dark green silk dress, it was extremely demurely cut but clung to her figure whenever she moved, pale shoulders were mostly bare and the older witch wore her long hair unbound. There was a fire in emerald eyes that was directed at her, it was an expression that the researcher knew well.
Minerva was staring, with good cause. Hermione was poised and looked very elegant, standing around talking to foreign professors and German dignitaries. Her hair was up in an elegant style, stray wisps artfully curling over her cheeks and around her neck. She wore a silver and onyx necklace purloined from Minerva's suitcase earlier that afternoon around her neck – along with the dress that she had purchased in Diagon Alley on that fateful afternoon.
Artfully cut to highlight Hermione's very womanly form, the dress was stunning. It was a dark, deep shade of red that clung to curves in a way that was sexy but not in a tawdry fashion. It hinted, rather than flaunted the wealth of natural bounty before Minerva. The older witch was completely captivated by the younger, especially when her lustful gaze prompted a brilliant grin from across the room.
Minerva excused herself from a small group conversing about discipline techniques and walked across the room. Hermione pretended not to notice and busied herself at the punchbowl. She could sense when the older woman drew close to her, could discern that gaze from every other one in the hall, could feel the heat of the older woman's skin when Minerva stepped up behind her.
"Are you sure that you have not cast an enchantment on me? I cannot stay away from you."
"The same spell that you have put on me because neither can I."
One elegant hand rose to rest intimately on Hermione's waist, "I have been watching you all night. You are so elegant and poised, captivating... Most of the men and several of the women have been staring at you... And all I can think about is that I am the one who is going to be taking you home tonight."
Hermione moaned and Minerva moved closer, within a fraction of an inch of their bodies touching now. Lips were so close that they grazed the side of her neck and earlobe when the Headmistress next spoke, "That dress is rather teasing, hinting at so much. I cannot wait to peel it off..."
The young woman's hands began to tremble with anticipation.
"...However I will allow you to keep the stockings on."
Both women were breathing slightly heavier now and Hermione could hear Minerva's heart racing along in unison with her own. "...Perhaps the heels too."
"How long before we can get out of here?" The younger witch turned around, eyes dark with desire, lips moistly parted as she looked up into stormy emerald.
Minerva knew that she had to stop this or she would be snogging Hermione Granger senseless in front of a room full of people. "Half an hour?"
The brunette haired woman nodded wordlessly and exhaled deeply, "Ok, go mingle and I will hold you to that."
As they separated neither woman was completely cognizant of the fact that their interaction had been closely observed, practically every person in the room was staring. Not because Minerva McGonagall was uncharacteristically 'parading' her paramour in public although that was a part of their interest but also because of the sheer level of sensuality that the couple exuded.
Minerva pressed the younger woman against the door of their hotel room. They were currently engaged in a passionate kiss, which had began to rage out of control in the lift and had led to them attached at the lips stumbling down the hallway. Hermione's fingers slipped underneath the older woman's dress, pushing the hemline up and unerringly found a damp patch of lacy underwear.
The ebony haired witch began to fumble one-handed with the long zip between Hermione's shoulder blades. She used her other hand to wave her wand at the lock, knowing that they couldn't exactly finish what they were doing in a hallway. Both door and zip gave way at the same time – they practically fell into the room and the dress fell down to the carpet, almost tripping them up.
Minerva couldn't help her actions, completely lost in her overwhelming desire for this young woman. Magically she slammed the door shut behind them and used her greater strength to pin Hermione up against the wall – her tongue was duelling frantically with its mate. One deft hand began to roam hungrily over the young witch's almost naked body.
When Minerva abandoned her lips and began to suckle at the tender skin of her throat Hermione moaned loudly. The entire evening seemed now as nothing more than foreplay. All of those discrete touches and stares from across the room had driven her crazy. She was more than ready. Her nipples were almost painfully hard, begging for the touch of the older woman and she freed a hand – somehow managing to unfasten the front clasp of her bra.
The older witch gave an approving growl and obliged her lover by toying with the erect nubs. A word slurred against skin removed Hermione's knickers and those devilish fingers danced over the young woman's flank, hip, buttock and onto the back of her thigh. Slight pressure from Minerva's hand caused a shapely thigh to willingly wrap itself around a slender waist.
The wanton way in which Hermione had just completely exposed herself made Minerva moan and she bit down slightly harder on the young woman's neck. The brunette threw her head back and arched her spine. The noise she made when deft fingers slipped into her folds was even louder. A single flick across her erect clitoris made her thrash against the wall.
"So wet." Minerva made her way back to the younger woman's full lips and swallowed the cry that erupted when she thrust two fingers inside of her lover. The kiss was like a raging fire and Hermione loudly expressed her approval of the way that she was being taken. The older witch increased the pace of her penetration, knowing what the younger needed in that moment.
It was the most intensely sexual, most erotic thing that either woman had ever experienced. Minerva's lips and free hand were roaming around, stimulating every erogenous zone that they could reach. Passion fuelled cries filled the air. Hermione could hear the older witch making her own noises in response and it only increased her desire.
The young woman was panting, sweating, desperately thrusting her hips against Minerva's hand, arching her back and making incoherent noises as she thought only of her impending climax. There was something about the position that they were in – probably a huge mental component, which was immensely arousing. After mere minutes Hermione was practically screaming and she began to shake as her orgasm started to build.
A final thrust was enough to tip her over the edge and every muscle in her body contracted. Hermione howled her completion and then clung to the older woman panting heavily. After a few moments they began to laugh, "Do you wish to wake all of the neighbours dear?"
"Oops."
Minerva withdrew sticky fingers and wrapped both hands around an ample backside. She lifted the young woman, encouraging her to wrap both legs around her waist as she started to carry Hermione towards the bed. Still wearing nothing but a borrowed necklace, stockings and heels.
