"I'm not exactly a spring chicken anymore, Remus," she began, "I realized
today that one of our colleagues is romantically involved and I was feeling
a little.well.out of the loop."
"Chicken? No. The bravest woman I've ever known? Oh, yeah. I've always thought it very noble that you've remained um.well.pure.all these years," Remus began. Minerva fought the urge to slug him. How did he figure this stuff out? It never ceased to amaze her that her students were the ones who could be the most perceptive. Remus was far from her student anymore. He was a colleague. And a rather handsome one at that. Perhaps it was his tousled, messy dark blonde hair, or was it his eyes? There was something about his eyes that she could easily relax with.
"Something tells me that that's not really what's on your mind, Minerva," Remus said. Her heart skipped a beat. He had never pronounced her first name before. Why was that so attractive? Minerva turned her blue scrutiny to meet his chocolate hued orbs. She never really noticed how rugged his features were or how much that turned her on. She wasn't sure if Remus' request to hear her woes had been innocent concern or if that truly was affection beneath his gaze, but she was about to find out.
"Are you all right?" Remus asked, his voice seemed to soften at this. Something had changed in her azure eyes.
"You've never used my name before," she said breathlessly. Why was her heart pounding? Remus swallowed. He took her by the hand and pulled her inside the room, shutting the door and sitting down beside her on the bed. He wasted no time brushing a hand over her face and pulling her close to kiss her. To his surprise, she didn't resist. His mind reveled in the things he was imagining as she pushed his professor's robes off his shoulders. Gently, he eased her hair down out of the bun she wore it in and gingerly pulled her glasses from her nose and fumbled to put them on the coffee table beside them.
Minerva never noticed Remus' tightly muscled arms before. She could feel his biceps through the smooth, soft material of his shirt and fought a shiver as his hands wrapped around her back. His right hand dipped to her lower back and his thumb worked small miraculous circles in that one place that always managed to ache at the end of the day. Some alarm in her mind going off, she pulled back.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Remus," she gasped.
"What's wrong? Was it something I did?" he asked, his hand gently rubbing her back. God, that felt so good to be held. She reached up to touch his face, leaning her forehead against his. Her hand worked through his hair a little. It was a bit coarse, but she liked it all the same. His other hand inched in underneath her emerald robes and around her waist, his thumb brushing dangerously close to her bosom. Minerva inhaled sharply, unsure why she couldn't seem to get her heartbeat out of her ears. Remus' breath was hot on her cheek, and gingerly, he leaned forward to kiss her jaw line and then her earlobe. Minerva shuddered.
"I don't care how old we are, Minerva," Remus whispered, "In my opinion, a man would be a fool to overlook the obvious advantages of a mature woman." Minerva couldn't seem to breathe. Remus pushed her robes over her shoulders and kissed her lips again, sending her mind into a spin. Every inch of her tingled at his touch.
"Remus," Minerva began.
"You need someone who's going to treat you like the goddess you are," Remus continued, once again kissing her jaw line and the hollow of her throat, "For centuries, muggles worshiped a great goddess who was not simply born, but sprung fully grown and in full armor from the head of Zeus. She was relentless in her pursuits, stern in her ruling, and possibly the most beautiful goddess on Olympus." Minerva's pulse was pounding.
"Remus." she started again. A humorous thought crossed her mind: a dog and a cat, together. She smiled as she let Remus push her backwards onto bedspread. There was something boyish in his charm and something amazingly masculine in the way he seemed to reverence her with every stroke of his hands on her skin. His kiss was meandering down over her collar bone and her body ached to find out just how far he would go. Suddenly, without warning, he pulled away and looked up at her.
"You're right. We shouldn't be doing this. You're so vulnerable right now, and I don't want to take advantage of that," Remus said, stroking her face again. She leaned into the touch.
"Don't.don't stop." She didn't know where that came from, but the look on Remus' face was perfect.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice weak with emotion. Minerva reached up to stroke his face, relishing the effect this had on him. He leaned into her hand, holding it to his cheek and kissing it. Gently, Remus worked open the buttons on her blouse, raising gooseflesh on now exposed skin. A tingling feeling raced up and down Minerva's spine as he held her, driving her impulse to mimic him and reach for the buttons on his shirt. When she pushed it over his shoulders, he let it drop to the floor, hardly taking his eyes off her. Minerva had to fight to marshal her reactions. His chest and torso were as muscled as his arms, perfect, firm pectorals crowned rippling abdominals, and a tan not of this earth forced Minerva's awareness into a die-hard adrenaline rush. A whimper of excitement escaped Minerva's lips as Remus slowly lowered himself over her, smiling as she gasped at the sensation of his skin against hers. Remus was beginning to think that he was going to have control of this little escapade, but he soon discovered that Minerva had other ideas.
Hours later, after the sun had set, Minerva awoke tucked into Remus' arms. She felt a sense of security that had never been there before as she burrowed deeper under the covers, considering the evening was a bit chilly. Her movement woke Remus up by accident. He gently ran a hand through her loose locks, startling her a little. She rolled over and smiled at Remus, who murmured a hello. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the continuous sound of his heartbeat. It was silent otherwise, his hand still entangled in her black curls.
"How did I ever live without you?" Remus murmured.
"I was just thinking the very same thing," Minerva whispered. The two spent the early part of the evening deep in each others inseparable company. Remus read out loud to her, gave her a massage, and almost laughed out loud as he indulged in kissing various tender areas of her body and she whimpered, gasped and moaned at his touch and kiss. In turn, Minerva, later in the night, had taken a small piece of ice from the bucket that the house elves had brought their champagne up in earlier, and smiled in delight as his muscles tensed and he gasped and moaned.
"Where did you learn to do that?" he asked breathlessly.
"For me to know and you to never find out. A mature woman's got to have her secrets," said Minerva, lifting a segment of her hair out of her face.
When night fell, the pair was asleep again, wrapped up in each others arms. Exhaustion had once again consumed them, and Minerva could still feel her heart pounding and her muscles quivering as she drifted off to sleep.
It was morning. Minerva brought a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun that filtered through the windows. Someone caught that hand on it's way up and kissed her palm, sending a shiver through her spine. She rolled over and opened her eyes fully, watching a softly smiling Remus on her side. She sighed, wishing they could stay like this forever.but, they had breakfast to attend, and personally, she was quite hungry.
"Remus.I think we have to get up."
"Do we really have to?" She shot him a look, a look he remembered from his school days. He ducked his head and tried to look ashamed of himself, but it didn't work. Minerva pushed him gently, laughing softly.
"I thought Sirius was the prankster, not y-" She clamped her mouth shut. How could she have been so stupid as to bring up Sirius? It was still a sore topic with Remus. Something flashed in his eyes for a moment, before he merely let it slip. Minerva leaned over and kissed him softly.
"I'll be in the shower." Remus was staring out the window with a pensive look on his face as Minerva went to her bathroom. Seconds after the water started, Remus followed.
"Chicken? No. The bravest woman I've ever known? Oh, yeah. I've always thought it very noble that you've remained um.well.pure.all these years," Remus began. Minerva fought the urge to slug him. How did he figure this stuff out? It never ceased to amaze her that her students were the ones who could be the most perceptive. Remus was far from her student anymore. He was a colleague. And a rather handsome one at that. Perhaps it was his tousled, messy dark blonde hair, or was it his eyes? There was something about his eyes that she could easily relax with.
"Something tells me that that's not really what's on your mind, Minerva," Remus said. Her heart skipped a beat. He had never pronounced her first name before. Why was that so attractive? Minerva turned her blue scrutiny to meet his chocolate hued orbs. She never really noticed how rugged his features were or how much that turned her on. She wasn't sure if Remus' request to hear her woes had been innocent concern or if that truly was affection beneath his gaze, but she was about to find out.
"Are you all right?" Remus asked, his voice seemed to soften at this. Something had changed in her azure eyes.
"You've never used my name before," she said breathlessly. Why was her heart pounding? Remus swallowed. He took her by the hand and pulled her inside the room, shutting the door and sitting down beside her on the bed. He wasted no time brushing a hand over her face and pulling her close to kiss her. To his surprise, she didn't resist. His mind reveled in the things he was imagining as she pushed his professor's robes off his shoulders. Gently, he eased her hair down out of the bun she wore it in and gingerly pulled her glasses from her nose and fumbled to put them on the coffee table beside them.
Minerva never noticed Remus' tightly muscled arms before. She could feel his biceps through the smooth, soft material of his shirt and fought a shiver as his hands wrapped around her back. His right hand dipped to her lower back and his thumb worked small miraculous circles in that one place that always managed to ache at the end of the day. Some alarm in her mind going off, she pulled back.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Remus," she gasped.
"What's wrong? Was it something I did?" he asked, his hand gently rubbing her back. God, that felt so good to be held. She reached up to touch his face, leaning her forehead against his. Her hand worked through his hair a little. It was a bit coarse, but she liked it all the same. His other hand inched in underneath her emerald robes and around her waist, his thumb brushing dangerously close to her bosom. Minerva inhaled sharply, unsure why she couldn't seem to get her heartbeat out of her ears. Remus' breath was hot on her cheek, and gingerly, he leaned forward to kiss her jaw line and then her earlobe. Minerva shuddered.
"I don't care how old we are, Minerva," Remus whispered, "In my opinion, a man would be a fool to overlook the obvious advantages of a mature woman." Minerva couldn't seem to breathe. Remus pushed her robes over her shoulders and kissed her lips again, sending her mind into a spin. Every inch of her tingled at his touch.
"Remus," Minerva began.
"You need someone who's going to treat you like the goddess you are," Remus continued, once again kissing her jaw line and the hollow of her throat, "For centuries, muggles worshiped a great goddess who was not simply born, but sprung fully grown and in full armor from the head of Zeus. She was relentless in her pursuits, stern in her ruling, and possibly the most beautiful goddess on Olympus." Minerva's pulse was pounding.
"Remus." she started again. A humorous thought crossed her mind: a dog and a cat, together. She smiled as she let Remus push her backwards onto bedspread. There was something boyish in his charm and something amazingly masculine in the way he seemed to reverence her with every stroke of his hands on her skin. His kiss was meandering down over her collar bone and her body ached to find out just how far he would go. Suddenly, without warning, he pulled away and looked up at her.
"You're right. We shouldn't be doing this. You're so vulnerable right now, and I don't want to take advantage of that," Remus said, stroking her face again. She leaned into the touch.
"Don't.don't stop." She didn't know where that came from, but the look on Remus' face was perfect.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice weak with emotion. Minerva reached up to stroke his face, relishing the effect this had on him. He leaned into her hand, holding it to his cheek and kissing it. Gently, Remus worked open the buttons on her blouse, raising gooseflesh on now exposed skin. A tingling feeling raced up and down Minerva's spine as he held her, driving her impulse to mimic him and reach for the buttons on his shirt. When she pushed it over his shoulders, he let it drop to the floor, hardly taking his eyes off her. Minerva had to fight to marshal her reactions. His chest and torso were as muscled as his arms, perfect, firm pectorals crowned rippling abdominals, and a tan not of this earth forced Minerva's awareness into a die-hard adrenaline rush. A whimper of excitement escaped Minerva's lips as Remus slowly lowered himself over her, smiling as she gasped at the sensation of his skin against hers. Remus was beginning to think that he was going to have control of this little escapade, but he soon discovered that Minerva had other ideas.
Hours later, after the sun had set, Minerva awoke tucked into Remus' arms. She felt a sense of security that had never been there before as she burrowed deeper under the covers, considering the evening was a bit chilly. Her movement woke Remus up by accident. He gently ran a hand through her loose locks, startling her a little. She rolled over and smiled at Remus, who murmured a hello. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the continuous sound of his heartbeat. It was silent otherwise, his hand still entangled in her black curls.
"How did I ever live without you?" Remus murmured.
"I was just thinking the very same thing," Minerva whispered. The two spent the early part of the evening deep in each others inseparable company. Remus read out loud to her, gave her a massage, and almost laughed out loud as he indulged in kissing various tender areas of her body and she whimpered, gasped and moaned at his touch and kiss. In turn, Minerva, later in the night, had taken a small piece of ice from the bucket that the house elves had brought their champagne up in earlier, and smiled in delight as his muscles tensed and he gasped and moaned.
"Where did you learn to do that?" he asked breathlessly.
"For me to know and you to never find out. A mature woman's got to have her secrets," said Minerva, lifting a segment of her hair out of her face.
When night fell, the pair was asleep again, wrapped up in each others arms. Exhaustion had once again consumed them, and Minerva could still feel her heart pounding and her muscles quivering as she drifted off to sleep.
It was morning. Minerva brought a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun that filtered through the windows. Someone caught that hand on it's way up and kissed her palm, sending a shiver through her spine. She rolled over and opened her eyes fully, watching a softly smiling Remus on her side. She sighed, wishing they could stay like this forever.but, they had breakfast to attend, and personally, she was quite hungry.
"Remus.I think we have to get up."
"Do we really have to?" She shot him a look, a look he remembered from his school days. He ducked his head and tried to look ashamed of himself, but it didn't work. Minerva pushed him gently, laughing softly.
"I thought Sirius was the prankster, not y-" She clamped her mouth shut. How could she have been so stupid as to bring up Sirius? It was still a sore topic with Remus. Something flashed in his eyes for a moment, before he merely let it slip. Minerva leaned over and kissed him softly.
"I'll be in the shower." Remus was staring out the window with a pensive look on his face as Minerva went to her bathroom. Seconds after the water started, Remus followed.