two days: Numb From the Waist Down
Minerva woke, and the sun was shining brightly. The perfect morning for an almost perfect day. Minerva's eyes cringed at the thought, 'almost perfect.' She looked next to her at the clock, that read 9:16. She blinked a number of times before deciding to actually get up out of bed. She'd slept in, far more than she had any reason to...of course, she was still behind in her sleep, and besides that, she'd been sick the night before. She stepped foot on the hard floor. She felt good, the room wasn't any colder than usual, and her head didn't hurt anymore. Her nose was still a bit runny, but good enough.
She collected her things from her bedside bureau for the day. She stared down at her usual set of green robes. 'So...normal,' she thought quietly. She dug in deeper, towards the robes that she rarely wore. Colored ones, yellow, blue, pink even. She made the slightest hint of a smile as she remembered what her mother had said to her last Valentine's Day, "If you haven't got anything to choose from to get a man, wear something that will get his attention." she smiled, 'Oh yes mother, THAT would get his attention.' She shook her head, and dug deeper. She came upon a white set, they had the impression of never been worn before. She lifted it up, and held it against herself. 'NO, too dressy.' She sighed.
She stared at her selection, she really didn't want to be NORMAL today, normal was so over rated now. She stared at her drawers, then a thought came to her. A smile crept on her face. 'Maybe that muggle dress mum had given me?' She pulled out a trunk from beneath her bed...things she DEFINATELY never wore. She went through it gracefully, until she came upon an ice blue dress. 'I suppose mum bought it for a reason. I suppose just for her own fancy, but perhaps this will come in handy now.' She smiled, and brought the dress towards the bathroom, where a huge, overly large bathtub stood. She began undressing herself carefully, as she let the tub fill up with steaming water. She was just about to get in when she heard a knock. She looked from the water to the door, and let out a sigh. 'If this is something as bad as the last time this happened, Ill kill myself.'
She wrapped herself in a fluffy yellow towel, and walked towards the door. "Who is it?"
"Albus," a warm, loud voice spoke from the other side.
It took her a moment to remember to breathe. She stared at the door. "Um...are you the only one out there?"
"Yes, who else would be with me?"
She stared again. 'What sort of an idiotic question is that?' she mentally slapped herself. "Why-why are you here?"
"Is it a crime to want to talk to my favorite person?"
"If you come in now, I can promise you, you won't want to talk."
"What's that supposed to mean? Minerva, let me in."
She rolled her eyes. She shouldn't feel scared or anything of the like when talking with him. He was her...boyfriend. She sighed, was that a reasonable title for the love of her life? 'No', she decided, 'more like lover.' She smiled. "Alright Albus, if I let you in, you have to promise to not say anything until I have time to get dressed."
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Albus looked at the door. "Dressed? Min? What's going on?"
He put his head to the door to listen. "I was just about ready to get cleaned up."
He smiled...cleaned up? He nodded his head, "Alright, let me in."
He waited a few seconds, before the door opened. He tried his best not to stare, Merlin, he tried so hard...but she was just standing there, like an angel. "Hurry up, I would rather not have someone just stroll down the hall while I'm in nothing but a towel."
He swallowed hard, and walked in. He coud smell her aroma therapy candles, he could see the steam rising from the tub. 'Don't do this to me. I only came to talk, but what do you do?' he looked over at her. Her creamy white skin looked so soft when matched with the yellow towel. He breathed in, and noticed that his inhalations were much quicker than normal...much quicker.
He noticed after a few moments that he wasn't the only one staring. He looked into her eyes, her deep green eyes, and saw her. "Are you still...sick Min?" He had to get away from the image, that wonderful image.
"I'm better. My nose is still a bit runny, but I'm much, much better."
He nodded his head, not very well succeeding at not staring at her. He needed something to think about, anything. "Um...I'm sorry for yesterday. I shouldn't have been so oblivious to the situation with Greg. I just thought that perhaps you wouldn't want to talk about him for a while."
"No, it's fine. I just...I'm scared still."
"Don't be. He's away from us, far away," he stepped closer to her. He would hug her, and let her get dressed, yes, that was the course of action to take. He would not do what he was aching to do. He would not kiss her, he would not touch her, but oh Merlin how he wanted to.
He walked in closer to her, and wrapped his arms around her warm skin. The towel wasn't covering even a quarter of her back. It was down right cruel for her to be doing that to him, when he was making such a conscious effort to stay humble and keep the love he'd won. "I should give you time to er, get ready then?"
"Albus?" She pushed her body even closer against his. He could see the swell of skin beneath the towel, he could hear his heart race inside of him.
"Y-y-yes Min?"
"I don't need to get ready...if you want to wait a while. I'm not busy."
He swallowed, 'damn it. Why can't I ever keep my head straight around her?' "Do you know how weak a man like me is when his girl is standing there with nothing but a towel on, and putting on the whole 'cutsie, I'm the only one for you', act? VERY weak Min."
"That's what I'm hoping for...if we're on good terms again," she moved her hands down the front of his robes, and unbuttoned a few buttons, then looked back up at him with a smirk, "then maybe you wouldn't mind taking a bath with me? I'm sure the water is getting cold."
"I, I, I um..." he breathed, they'd only been officially together for 2 days, and she was already pulling him into her private sanctuary for some privacy of their own.
"Oh come on honey, please?" She drew her hand up and down his chest, then up towards his face. She circled her finger a few times around his nose, the whole time smiling, just having an all knowing look on her face; as if she knew what was racing through his head. "Make love to me. I need to feel the heat between us, the one that makes my skin go completely on fire, as if nothing else in the world can make it stop, until you are so close...I can't even breathe." At this point, her grip on the towel had lessened, she wasn't even holding onto it anymore.
He felt the heat roll down towards his groin. He looked at her for a few seconds, staring at the beauty that she so rightly had...then, he kissed her, feeling the soft curve of her bottom lip, receiving the rush that had been agitating his heart for the past five minutes. His hands grazed every single curve that he could lay his hands on, without seeming too anxious.
He felt he presence of her hands, finding their there way to his buttons, until he too had hardly anything on. He kissed her again, and again, feeling the pulse become stronger and stronger. He let go of her, for a mere second, and stared, "Come on Min, since you're so insistant on taking a bath, I'm coming in with you, and we're not coming out for at least two hours."
She smiled at him, and kissed him again.
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Minerva lay cautiously on her bed, feeling the sensation of total and complete renewal. That, and not being able to move her legs. She smiled at the thought, "you know Albus, that was far more than two hours."
"What's your point Minerva dear?" he rolled over, and pressed gently on her soft skin.
"You said two hours."
"No..." he kissed her lips softly, "I said we weren't coming out for at LEAST two hours."
"Ahhh...I see. Albus?"
"Yes?"
"If I tell you something, will you not laugh?"
"That depends. What sort of secret does my dear Minerva have?" He traced his hand along her delicate jawline, thinking of nothing but the warmth she gave him, the feeling of happiness that lay inside.
"I can't...move."
He raised an eyebrow. "Can't move? Meaning what?"
"My legs are no longer accessible."
He smiled, feeling a thought appeal to himself. "I sincerely doubt that. Unless I've just been so utterly wonderful that I've made you paralized."
"No...not paralized. More like numb."
"Numb? Now I've got to know what's going on here. You weren't numb before."
"We didn't do it this long before."
"I'm sorry Min. But I'm afraid I'll have to search the problem," he smiled, and found himself beneath the sheets. His hands traced up and down her smooth, slender body. "Does that tickle Min?"
"I don't feel anything."
He smiled, and found himself back up with her. "Burning sensation confirmed."
"What?!"
"You're officialy inaccessable. I guess I'll have to wait until after Christmas before I do this with you again."
She lifted herself up towards him, and traced her hands along his shoulderline. "You dirty old man. You don't deserve to get a Christmas gift."
"Ahh...but I already have it," he wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her again.
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7 hrs later.
Minerva walked towards the Great Hall. Dinner sounded nice, after eating only a sandwich all day. And best of all, Albus would be there. Even now, that name rolled off her tongue so easily, as if she'd been saying it her whole life. Albus.
She walked into the giant room, and saw student after student. So wonderful her job was. So wonderful her life was. 'No more Greg to worry about, no more Christmas gift to be frantic about, no more wishing that I were happy.' She went, and sat next to Albus, who made a smile as she seated herself. "So what have you been up to today Professor McGonagall?"
She smiled, "The usual. You know, just grading, reading, and getting numb."
He looked at her, a wide smile on his face. "And how, may I ask, did you get NUMB?"
"You of all people ought to know that dear Professor Dumbledore. You were the one who did it."
"I didn't ask WHO, I asked HOW."
"Albus," she grinned, "I am numb, because a certain headmaster screwed around with me a little too long, and a little too hard."
"You ought to tell me which one, I'll beat his bloomin' block off."
"I think not. That would be depriving me of a good boyfriend...who fights for me, and then makes me feel like I'm the only person in the entire world meant for him."
She felt his eyes on her, and several of the staff members, she didn't care. This was too much fun. "What did I tell you about putting on the whole cutsie act? It gets annoying Minerva."
"I was under the impression that you liked it."
"Mmmmmaybe," he rolled his eyes, "but that doesn't mean you do it."
"I'll get back to you tomorrow."
They didn't say another thing to eachother. Just merely stared at the students, and talked to the teachers who sat next to them. Not once did they turn around and face eachother again, things were starting to look to comfortable between them. But they were comfortable...they were inlove.
After dinner, Minerva walked quickly towards her rooms, only to find that Albus had beaten her there. "Can I help you Albus?"
"Yes."
"How?" she blinked.
"By granting me the honor of taking you out to dinner tomorrow night. I've already made the reservations at Hogsmeade, it shouldn't be a problem. Unless...of course you don't want to go."
"Of course I want to go. And then what happens after dinner?"
"We'll just see what happens," he winked, and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Of course, it's Christmas Eve," she smiled, and walked around him. She took one last look at him before she went inside, "Goodnight Albus."
"Goodnight Minerva."
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oh peeple, I HATE asking for reviews, it says that I'm pathetic and a loser...but you know, I really was hoping for a better turn out. I honestly don't know how many of you got the memo about changing to pg13, so please, even if you like...hate this story, send me a review, so I at least know I haven't lost all of my fans.
thanx PrincessWitch for the luck. but we lost the game. 0-3...now, my arm is sore, but that gives me time to get away from softball, and write to my heart's content!
okay, well, please, review peoples...it would mean a lot to me. really, it would. :-)
Minerva woke, and the sun was shining brightly. The perfect morning for an almost perfect day. Minerva's eyes cringed at the thought, 'almost perfect.' She looked next to her at the clock, that read 9:16. She blinked a number of times before deciding to actually get up out of bed. She'd slept in, far more than she had any reason to...of course, she was still behind in her sleep, and besides that, she'd been sick the night before. She stepped foot on the hard floor. She felt good, the room wasn't any colder than usual, and her head didn't hurt anymore. Her nose was still a bit runny, but good enough.
She collected her things from her bedside bureau for the day. She stared down at her usual set of green robes. 'So...normal,' she thought quietly. She dug in deeper, towards the robes that she rarely wore. Colored ones, yellow, blue, pink even. She made the slightest hint of a smile as she remembered what her mother had said to her last Valentine's Day, "If you haven't got anything to choose from to get a man, wear something that will get his attention." she smiled, 'Oh yes mother, THAT would get his attention.' She shook her head, and dug deeper. She came upon a white set, they had the impression of never been worn before. She lifted it up, and held it against herself. 'NO, too dressy.' She sighed.
She stared at her selection, she really didn't want to be NORMAL today, normal was so over rated now. She stared at her drawers, then a thought came to her. A smile crept on her face. 'Maybe that muggle dress mum had given me?' She pulled out a trunk from beneath her bed...things she DEFINATELY never wore. She went through it gracefully, until she came upon an ice blue dress. 'I suppose mum bought it for a reason. I suppose just for her own fancy, but perhaps this will come in handy now.' She smiled, and brought the dress towards the bathroom, where a huge, overly large bathtub stood. She began undressing herself carefully, as she let the tub fill up with steaming water. She was just about to get in when she heard a knock. She looked from the water to the door, and let out a sigh. 'If this is something as bad as the last time this happened, Ill kill myself.'
She wrapped herself in a fluffy yellow towel, and walked towards the door. "Who is it?"
"Albus," a warm, loud voice spoke from the other side.
It took her a moment to remember to breathe. She stared at the door. "Um...are you the only one out there?"
"Yes, who else would be with me?"
She stared again. 'What sort of an idiotic question is that?' she mentally slapped herself. "Why-why are you here?"
"Is it a crime to want to talk to my favorite person?"
"If you come in now, I can promise you, you won't want to talk."
"What's that supposed to mean? Minerva, let me in."
She rolled her eyes. She shouldn't feel scared or anything of the like when talking with him. He was her...boyfriend. She sighed, was that a reasonable title for the love of her life? 'No', she decided, 'more like lover.' She smiled. "Alright Albus, if I let you in, you have to promise to not say anything until I have time to get dressed."
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Albus looked at the door. "Dressed? Min? What's going on?"
He put his head to the door to listen. "I was just about ready to get cleaned up."
He smiled...cleaned up? He nodded his head, "Alright, let me in."
He waited a few seconds, before the door opened. He tried his best not to stare, Merlin, he tried so hard...but she was just standing there, like an angel. "Hurry up, I would rather not have someone just stroll down the hall while I'm in nothing but a towel."
He swallowed hard, and walked in. He coud smell her aroma therapy candles, he could see the steam rising from the tub. 'Don't do this to me. I only came to talk, but what do you do?' he looked over at her. Her creamy white skin looked so soft when matched with the yellow towel. He breathed in, and noticed that his inhalations were much quicker than normal...much quicker.
He noticed after a few moments that he wasn't the only one staring. He looked into her eyes, her deep green eyes, and saw her. "Are you still...sick Min?" He had to get away from the image, that wonderful image.
"I'm better. My nose is still a bit runny, but I'm much, much better."
He nodded his head, not very well succeeding at not staring at her. He needed something to think about, anything. "Um...I'm sorry for yesterday. I shouldn't have been so oblivious to the situation with Greg. I just thought that perhaps you wouldn't want to talk about him for a while."
"No, it's fine. I just...I'm scared still."
"Don't be. He's away from us, far away," he stepped closer to her. He would hug her, and let her get dressed, yes, that was the course of action to take. He would not do what he was aching to do. He would not kiss her, he would not touch her, but oh Merlin how he wanted to.
He walked in closer to her, and wrapped his arms around her warm skin. The towel wasn't covering even a quarter of her back. It was down right cruel for her to be doing that to him, when he was making such a conscious effort to stay humble and keep the love he'd won. "I should give you time to er, get ready then?"
"Albus?" She pushed her body even closer against his. He could see the swell of skin beneath the towel, he could hear his heart race inside of him.
"Y-y-yes Min?"
"I don't need to get ready...if you want to wait a while. I'm not busy."
He swallowed, 'damn it. Why can't I ever keep my head straight around her?' "Do you know how weak a man like me is when his girl is standing there with nothing but a towel on, and putting on the whole 'cutsie, I'm the only one for you', act? VERY weak Min."
"That's what I'm hoping for...if we're on good terms again," she moved her hands down the front of his robes, and unbuttoned a few buttons, then looked back up at him with a smirk, "then maybe you wouldn't mind taking a bath with me? I'm sure the water is getting cold."
"I, I, I um..." he breathed, they'd only been officially together for 2 days, and she was already pulling him into her private sanctuary for some privacy of their own.
"Oh come on honey, please?" She drew her hand up and down his chest, then up towards his face. She circled her finger a few times around his nose, the whole time smiling, just having an all knowing look on her face; as if she knew what was racing through his head. "Make love to me. I need to feel the heat between us, the one that makes my skin go completely on fire, as if nothing else in the world can make it stop, until you are so close...I can't even breathe." At this point, her grip on the towel had lessened, she wasn't even holding onto it anymore.
He felt the heat roll down towards his groin. He looked at her for a few seconds, staring at the beauty that she so rightly had...then, he kissed her, feeling the soft curve of her bottom lip, receiving the rush that had been agitating his heart for the past five minutes. His hands grazed every single curve that he could lay his hands on, without seeming too anxious.
He felt he presence of her hands, finding their there way to his buttons, until he too had hardly anything on. He kissed her again, and again, feeling the pulse become stronger and stronger. He let go of her, for a mere second, and stared, "Come on Min, since you're so insistant on taking a bath, I'm coming in with you, and we're not coming out for at least two hours."
She smiled at him, and kissed him again.
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Minerva lay cautiously on her bed, feeling the sensation of total and complete renewal. That, and not being able to move her legs. She smiled at the thought, "you know Albus, that was far more than two hours."
"What's your point Minerva dear?" he rolled over, and pressed gently on her soft skin.
"You said two hours."
"No..." he kissed her lips softly, "I said we weren't coming out for at LEAST two hours."
"Ahhh...I see. Albus?"
"Yes?"
"If I tell you something, will you not laugh?"
"That depends. What sort of secret does my dear Minerva have?" He traced his hand along her delicate jawline, thinking of nothing but the warmth she gave him, the feeling of happiness that lay inside.
"I can't...move."
He raised an eyebrow. "Can't move? Meaning what?"
"My legs are no longer accessible."
He smiled, feeling a thought appeal to himself. "I sincerely doubt that. Unless I've just been so utterly wonderful that I've made you paralized."
"No...not paralized. More like numb."
"Numb? Now I've got to know what's going on here. You weren't numb before."
"We didn't do it this long before."
"I'm sorry Min. But I'm afraid I'll have to search the problem," he smiled, and found himself beneath the sheets. His hands traced up and down her smooth, slender body. "Does that tickle Min?"
"I don't feel anything."
He smiled, and found himself back up with her. "Burning sensation confirmed."
"What?!"
"You're officialy inaccessable. I guess I'll have to wait until after Christmas before I do this with you again."
She lifted herself up towards him, and traced her hands along his shoulderline. "You dirty old man. You don't deserve to get a Christmas gift."
"Ahh...but I already have it," he wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her again.
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7 hrs later.
Minerva walked towards the Great Hall. Dinner sounded nice, after eating only a sandwich all day. And best of all, Albus would be there. Even now, that name rolled off her tongue so easily, as if she'd been saying it her whole life. Albus.
She walked into the giant room, and saw student after student. So wonderful her job was. So wonderful her life was. 'No more Greg to worry about, no more Christmas gift to be frantic about, no more wishing that I were happy.' She went, and sat next to Albus, who made a smile as she seated herself. "So what have you been up to today Professor McGonagall?"
She smiled, "The usual. You know, just grading, reading, and getting numb."
He looked at her, a wide smile on his face. "And how, may I ask, did you get NUMB?"
"You of all people ought to know that dear Professor Dumbledore. You were the one who did it."
"I didn't ask WHO, I asked HOW."
"Albus," she grinned, "I am numb, because a certain headmaster screwed around with me a little too long, and a little too hard."
"You ought to tell me which one, I'll beat his bloomin' block off."
"I think not. That would be depriving me of a good boyfriend...who fights for me, and then makes me feel like I'm the only person in the entire world meant for him."
She felt his eyes on her, and several of the staff members, she didn't care. This was too much fun. "What did I tell you about putting on the whole cutsie act? It gets annoying Minerva."
"I was under the impression that you liked it."
"Mmmmmaybe," he rolled his eyes, "but that doesn't mean you do it."
"I'll get back to you tomorrow."
They didn't say another thing to eachother. Just merely stared at the students, and talked to the teachers who sat next to them. Not once did they turn around and face eachother again, things were starting to look to comfortable between them. But they were comfortable...they were inlove.
After dinner, Minerva walked quickly towards her rooms, only to find that Albus had beaten her there. "Can I help you Albus?"
"Yes."
"How?" she blinked.
"By granting me the honor of taking you out to dinner tomorrow night. I've already made the reservations at Hogsmeade, it shouldn't be a problem. Unless...of course you don't want to go."
"Of course I want to go. And then what happens after dinner?"
"We'll just see what happens," he winked, and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Of course, it's Christmas Eve," she smiled, and walked around him. She took one last look at him before she went inside, "Goodnight Albus."
"Goodnight Minerva."
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oh peeple, I HATE asking for reviews, it says that I'm pathetic and a loser...but you know, I really was hoping for a better turn out. I honestly don't know how many of you got the memo about changing to pg13, so please, even if you like...hate this story, send me a review, so I at least know I haven't lost all of my fans.
thanx PrincessWitch for the luck. but we lost the game. 0-3...now, my arm is sore, but that gives me time to get away from softball, and write to my heart's content!
okay, well, please, review peoples...it would mean a lot to me. really, it would. :-)