(a/n - ugh. Writer's block. I am so sorry that I haven't managed to update and I won't be able to often. Expect long silences from me regarding my fics. I now have multiple tasks which I should be concentrating on if I want to actually go somewhere in life.)
Smells Like Teen Spirit.
Albus awoke after a fitful night of little sleep. Right away, he rushed towards a certain office where he hoped to find a certain woman. He opened the door and sighed. She wasn't there. He knew where she would be though. He made his way into her personal chambers, and stood for a moment, listening. He knew that she would be awake, he just didn't know where. He wondered if she had gone to the great hall to eat early.
Minerva awoke feeling absolutely dreadful. She realised that this was what sleeping alone did to you after spending so long sharing the bed of another. She opened her eyes and got up, wrapping her dressing gown around her slim form. It provided some sort of comfort, at least. Soon, however, she was taking it off again, as she decided that what she needed was a soothing shower, which she hadn't had in a while. Minerva stepped into her shower, and turned on the warm water, before lathering herself in her various products. She never usually used them, but Minerva felt like she needed to pamper herself today. Minerva was just getting around to washing her hair, relishing the feel of the droplets against her skin, when she felt the hands on her back. She was about to freeze, but decided against it. She leaned into his touch, allowing him to massage the tension away from her shoulders, when she realised she didn't see or hear him enter. Yet she was sure he was there.
"Albus?"
"Minerva. Am I forgiven?" she turned around as he revealed himself, having been invisible previously.
"How long have you been in here?"
"Enough to realise just how in love I am with you, Minerva." he smiled. She took him in, as the water clung to his beard and hair. She giggled, falling in love with him all over again.
"What scent are these oils, my dear?"
"I have no idea, Albus. Why?" His eyes twinkled as he took in her youthful appearance and mannerisms.
"It smells like teen spirit, my dear."