I think I'm on a roll here… Chapter 3!
"Teenage testosterone, my darling…so may I?"
"Not until I thoroughly bash Potter and Black for their pathetic conception of a joke! This is ridiculous! I look ridiculous! I'm going to give them a detention…for a….ahhh, Albus."
Albus had meanwhile traced his tongue over her lips and down to her collarbone. His deft fingers worked with the soft tartan towel that was wrapped far too tightly around Minerva's slender body. Minerva finally came to her senses and abruptly pulled away from his fingers.
"Albus, I'm warning you. Don't try your special privileges. You may be Headmaster, but that doesn't give you…"
"Granted access to my lovely wife and deputy." Albus whispered, unpinning Minerva's raven colored hair and sending unwilling prickles on her skin. He no longer obeyed Minerva's feeble attempts to push him away (though Merlin knew that she was incapable of stopping him anyway).
Minerva closed her eyes and Albus obligingly placed feather light kisses on her eyelashes. His warm breath, smelling faintly of lemon drops, caressed her face and stirred a few tendrils of her hair.
"Thank heaven we're in my private quarters, Albus, and not in…"
"My love, ingenious as I am, I've already cast an Unbreakable Locking charm on your door…and a Silencing charm. We are, I assure you, completely… completely….alone."
The red tartan towel fell to the floor as Albus similarly discarded of his attire.