Chapter 16: Desire and Something More
A blonde-haired, brown-eyed Minerva snuggled into the crook of the dark-haired, small-nosed Albus's arm.
"I think we should go see Owl Post Orchestra more often. It was a wonderful show," Minerva looked up into Albus's foreign eyes affectionately.
Nice try, Min. But flattery is not going to gain the 'new you' bonus points. That blonde hair still bothers me. I think you should transfigure yourself back to normal. You're so naturally beautiful," Albus teased, rubbing his nose against Minerva's.
"Nice try with flattery to you," Minerva jested back. "But I know what you're trying to do." She pointed her chin up pompously. "You're trying to get me in trouble. Caught with you. Well, it won't happen. I won't be caught. We transfigured ourselves for the secrecy and I'm not about to reveal myself now just because you want me to. Plus, I don't want you to change back. You look so much better as a dark and handsome, small-nosed man. I especially love the clean shaven-ness." Minerva slid her hand along his smooth chin and grinned mischievously.
Albus tickled her sides in protest. "Where is my old subservient Minerva? I want her back."
Minerva continued to giggle, but Albus's flirtatious torture did not cease. "Stop! Stop!" Minerva cried out. "Ok, ok. I give in!" She managed in the chaos to transfigure both her and Albus back to their original forms, although she left Albus clean-shaven.
Albus looked into her newly-changed green eyes and immediately stopped tickling her. He instead cupped her face and kissed her mouth.
After pulling away, he said, "I enjoyed the show and dinner, too. It was so nice to finally go out with you."
Minerva sighed, closed her eyes and leaned into Albus again. "We should do it more often," she agreed.
"Well, it's been hard with all of the chaos and violence due to Grindelwald."
"Yes," Minerva replied. "It's getting annoying."
By now, they had reached Albus's office and quarters. He opened the door and ushered Minerva inside.
"Well, Minerva," Albus said, returning to the conversation. "You must agree that what Grindelwald is trying to establish…the equality of all…is much more important than our dating habits."
Minerva shrugged and closed the door. "Perhaps. But I don't want to talk about him tonight."
Apparently, neither did Albus.
The two reached for each other without restraint. Their arms locked tightly around each other but their lips were even tighter bound. Their tongues swirled and danced in a complicated pattern, but it did not quench their desire. They plunged deeper into each other's mouths but it did not sooth the hunger. They clung to each other so tightly that Minerva was pushed up against the wall.
They continued to devour each other, hoping that the stability of the wall would provide some help in their dilemma. But all it did was take the breath from Minerva. Not that she minded. Her passion was too great.
Albus's was too. He continued to drive her against the wall, intending to extract every millimeter of longing from her body. However, he could no longer succeed with just a simple snog. He instead resorted to her body. He began by rubbing his hands up and down her bare shoulders and arms. She shivered with delight and responded by rapping her leg around Albus's legs. She slid her foot in between his legs and pumped it up and down. He too shivered with desire. Then, in desperation, Albus grabbed the flesh on Minerva's leg. He squeezed it hard, but slid his hand up it at the same time. When he reached the beginning of her skirt, he paused. However, the pause was a brief one, and Albus continued to push upward.
Minerva pulled herself in closer to Albus and slid her leg higher and tighter around her lover. As Albus began to push his hand up her skirt, a fire burned within her that she'd never felt before.
Albus continued up her thigh, pushing her leg outward in the process. She lifted her other leg and clenched it tightly around Albus. He pushed it outward too, until Minerva was stretched out enough to push her groin against him. Meanwhile, Albus reached the top of Minerva's thigh and moved on to her buttocks. Using both hands, he began to caress and squeeze both of her cheeks, one with each hand. Minerva pushed her entire upper body flat against Albus. Her breasts grated against his chest as he moved her up and down against the wall. She let out a low moan. Albus then ventured further and put his eager hand up her panties. She heard the elastic snap around his hands and groaned again. He pulled both of her legs around him and held her to him. Minerva arched back towards the wall and gasped in pleasure. The hormones ran through both of their bodies, intoxicating both parties. Albus's hands traveled father up Minerva's backside and to the waist line of her panties. He reached around it, intending to pull off the imprisoning garment once and for all.
However, a ripping sound resonated throughout the room. Minerva's dress had been stressed too much and had ripped along the side seam. This shocked the two of them and they sprang apart, instantly alert. Once Minerva realized what had happened, she laughed. Albus also chuckled.
Although Albus and she were still red and panting, Minerva did the Reparo charm on her knee-length, revealing red dress. In a snap, it was as perfect as if it had just been purchased out of the muggle Harrods's.
However, the moment was gone, the feeling broken, and the spark lost. Minerva found herself saying, "Well, I do have class tomorrow, Professor. I should go."
"I suppose so," Albus replied, seeming disappointed. "But wait, Minerva. I have something for you."
"What?" she asked, surprised.
"You never fail to be surprised," he observed, "But you know, it is Valentine's Day."
Despite the events of the night, Minerva had waited to blush until now. "I…I didn't get you anything in return…I'm sorry…I didn't know we were planning on celebrating the American card-making company's holiday…I…"
"Min, Min, Min, don't worry about it. Not one bit. I want you to have this. I don't need anything. And the only thing I want is to be with you."
Minerva looked into Albus's eyes and saw that it was the honest truth. She reached up to embrace him. They held each other for a moment, and in that moment, Minerva couldn't imagine anywhere else on earth she'd rather be.
Once Minerva released him, Albus pulled a jeweler's box out of his robes and twisted it so it would face Minerva. Opening the latch, he pulled up the lid to reveal a spectacular piece of artwork.
Minerva gasped, but was then speechless.
It was simply gorgeous. A silver necklace with a purple pendant lay on the box's dark velvet. The purple heart pendant, which had been designed flawlessly, was at the necklace's throat. The piece would match perfectly with the robes Minerva had worn to the Christmas ball.
"Purple," Albus interjected, "I thought would be appropriate. For one, it's your favorite color. But it's also for royalty. And you are the queen of my heart."
Minerva could do nothing but look between the gift and the giver, awed by the emotions Albus was expressing for her.
"It was hand crafted by muggles," Albus continued, "but was charmed by the best wizards. It can be used to store any kind of immaterial thing, such as energy, strength, memories, bits of information…although I better not catch you using it on your NEWTs…and quite a bit more."
"Oh, Albus…" was all Minerva managed to say.
Albus lifted it gently from the lavish case and walked behind Minerva, holding the necklace daintily in his hands. He fastened it behind Minerva's neck and then returned to her front to admire it. It the chain hung spectacularly around her neck and the pendant accented the start of her cleavage marvelously. Perfect. Albus nodded, apparently satisfied.
Placing the box in Minerva's cloak, he put it around her shoulders. It was time for her to go. She had an early morning the next day.
Minerva headed with Albus to the door. "Thank you, Albus," she said. "For everything. This night was…fabulous. And this…" she gently touched the necklace at her throat, "is the best present I think I've ever received."
"Your welcome, Minerva," Albus replied sincerely.
Minerva took his face in her hands and kissed him once more, with a gentle but loving touch, before exiting for the night.