"Miss Granger?" Minerva's voice was soft and warm. Hermione turned immediately towards the woman she knew that voice belonged to. She was met with kind eyes and a hint of a smile. "May I have a word?" Hermione nodded and followed as Minerva stepped out of the portrait hole and walked up the stairs to her office. She ushered the younger woman in and, upon the thud of the door closing, she placed a warm hand on Hermione's shoulder. The younger woman turned around. Mindlessly caressing Hermione's shoulder with her thumb, Minerva stepped closer. Hermione hesitated, then slowly traced the black diamond belt around Minerva's hips.
"Do you like my gown?" Minerva's hand slipped down Hermione's arm in a sensual stroke. The younger woman finally made eye contact.
"I love it. You are unbelievably sexy." Minerva stepped in closer matching her movement with an upward stroke of her hand. With a mind of its own, Minerva's hand traveled to Hermione's shoulder blade. Loving the feel of the satin, she caressed the bone and the muscle there.
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Hermione's cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink as she smiled shyly. "I'm sorry that it took me so long to recognize what I felt." She let the apology hang in the air. "By Merlin, you look breath taking." Hermione's hand pushed up to rest on Minerva's hip. She let her fingers wash over the circumference of Minerva's hip. Obviously affected, Minerva drew a shake-y breath.
"Is that ok?" Hermione began to remove her hand and Minerva wrapped her fingers around Hermione's wrist, holding it there. Bitting her bottom lip, Hermione put her other hand on Minerva's hip. "I've dreamt of moments like this, but I never thought that this would actually happen." Her fingers ascended up to Minerva's waist and her other hand was released. With her hand at the nape of Hermione's neck, Minerva ushered the young woman to her. Hermione slipped her arms around the older woman's waist letting her fingers trace the bottom of the oval opening at Minerva's back. Closing her eyes, Minerva felt the urge to just ravish the brunette. Hermione lowered her head and ran a trail of feather light kisses along Minerva's jaw. Wrapping her arms around the younger woman's neck, Minerva tilted her head to meet her lips. Hermione thought she must have been dreaming.The kiss was tender and soft, as if she were kissing a rose petal, eliciting a barely audible hum of contentment from Minerva. Pulling away with a smile, Hermione began to tease Minerva lovingly. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" Her voice was low and raspy. Minerva rested her forehead on Hermione's and tilted her head slightly to the right. She smiled when Hermione instantly leaned forward to press her lips to Minerva's once more. The older woman rewarded her with another short, soft kiss.
"The kind of girl who likes to steal." Hermione looked slightly confused. "That's alright, though. I don't want my heart back." Hermione reached up and cupped Minerva's face in her hands. She not only wanted Minerva, needed her right then and there. Hermione trailed hungry kisses from Minerva's mouth to her ear, stopping to nibble and suck on the soft flesh of her earlobe. With Minerva's mouth so close to her ear, Hermione heard every single moan and grunt of approval. Minerva took a hold of Hermione's arms and slowly pushed her away. "Wait, wait, wait..." Hermione pulled away with a frown, then Minerva took the younger woman's hand in her own and guided her through the door behind her desk. Hermione was greeted with a warm fire and an inviting bed. "Come here, my love" Minerva beckoned, while siting down at the edge of her bed. "I want to talk to you." Patting at the space next to her, Minerva smiled sweetly. Hermione felt her stomach bubble when she made her way to Minerva's bed. Suddenly feeling like she was going to be rejected, the younger woman slowly sat down next to her mentor. Minerva reached out for Hermione's hand and intertwined their fingers. "I want to make sure you know what you want." The older woman watched as her protege visibly relaxed. "I'm not a young woman anymore. I'm seventy four." Hermione scooted closer to the older witch. She brought their nterlaced hands up and kissed the back of Minerva's long fingers.
"Age doesn't matter to me. I thought you would have gotten that during the Triwizard Tournament, when I was quote with Viktor Krum unquote. I love you for who you are, not how old you are or how you look. Eventhoughyouarequitelovely." Hermione mumbled the last sentence in a rush when she noticed the strange look the older woman was giving her. "What?" Minerva opened her mouth to speak and shut it again. "What?" Hermione chuckled as she thought how cute the other woman looked at that moment.
"You love me." It wasn't a question, just a statement. The brunette became nervous under Minerva's watch. Straightening her posture, Minerva changed the subject. "How do you fancy eggs, bacon and buttered toast with jam?" Minerva raised her eyebrow at the young woman. Hermione looked up with a smirk on her lips.
"I like it just fine" Minerva smiled and leaned in for a tender kiss while reaching around the younger woman to pull her to straddle her lap. Hermione's heart was beating so fast and hard, she swore Minerva would be able to hear it.
"Wonderful." Minerva whispered against Hermione's lips. Experienced hands followed the length of the satin covered thighs, causing Hermione to shiver. The younger woman sucked in a breath, nervously awaiting Minerva's next move. Cool, moist lips traveled from the younger woman's jaw to her clavicle and warm hands slipped to her back. Long, slender fingers pulled down the zipper to the champagne gown with ease. Goose-flesh greeted the cool air and the young woman shivered again. Minerva kissed every single bit of skin that was exposed to her and when she was done, she pushed her fingers under the shoulders of the gown and pulled it down slowly. The satin fell just above where Minerva wanted to kiss the most. Kissing every part of Hermione's chest, she slipped the gown down and over the young witch's breast. With her fingertips, Minerva caressed the porcelain skin and the pink pebbled flesh just before covering it with her mouth. Moaning deeply, Hermione tried to pull Minerva as close as she could with her hands at the back of the older witch's neck. With her lips at Minerva's ear, Hermione gasped loudly when she felt cool fingertips graze past her inner thigh. Pushing past the thin fabric at the apex of Hermione's legs, the older witch set a steady pace. It wasn't to long before the young woman was collapsed and completely spent. Minerva wore a lopsided smirk of achievement. Hermione pulled herself up to look into Minerva's eyes.
"You really have no patience, do you?" Minerva chuckled softly. Hermione raised herself off of the older witch and began to slowly slip the gown off the rest of her body. "You're supposed to wait..." Hermione took her time removing the gown as if it were hard to remove, slipping her hands under the gown and slowly shimmying out of it, and drawing a strong reaction from the older witch. "Until we are both..." Hermione hooked her thumbs under the sides of her tan, silk, undergarments and pushed downward, folding her body in the process. "Naked" When she stood to look up at the other woman, she recognized what that olive color in Minerva's eyes meant. Hermione straddled the older witch's lap once more, reaching up and behind Minerva's neck. Unable to make up her mind on where to place her hands, Minerva placed her hands over Hermione's and undid the fastening at the back of her neck. The heavy, velvet gown fell down off of Minerva's shoulders, allowing Hermione access to adore every inch of skin available to her. With her eyes at half mast, Minerva wrapped an arm around the young witch and leaned towards her night stand where her wand lay. She flicked her wand at the fireplace an the flames died down to a dim. Nuzzled in the older woman's long neck, Hermione gave a chuckle when she found the cool sheets at her back and slight body weight at her front. It wasn't to long until soft moans replaced the chuckle.
Sorry this took me so long, I had a bit of writers block. Like I said, I'm not to great with the physicallity of a relationship. I usually write fluff (shrugs). I hope you like it though, I think it's what you've been waiting for.
