A/N Thanks as always Maria.

Reviews greatly appreciated.

Albus Dumbledore awoke to a most delightful sensation. There was no mistaking that there was another person in the room, but he had no fear that it was a Death Eater. Indeed, if Death Eater attacks were anything like this, he would seriously need to reconsider his opposition to them.

For a few moments he simply lay there, enjoying the experience as he had many a time before, but eventually his sleep addled mind caught up with what was going on. Opening his eyes, he cast the blankets aside to reveal the form beneath. "Minerva, what are you doing here?"

It was, he realized belatedly, an entirely unnecessary question. "Minerva, you can't be doing this."

She didn't stop. She continued what she had been doing, offering no explanation for her actions – not surprising since she would have had to stop what she was doing to explain.

"Minerva…please." The way it came out, even he wasn't sure if it was meant as a plea to stop or a plea to continue.

When she finally ceased, removing her mouth from him, he felt a twinge of disappointment. He felt more than just a twinge - though not of disappointment, as she dragged her body along his until they were face to face. She shifted herself to a slightly different position, straddling his legs, but hovering over what was currently feeling like his largest lower extremity. He placed his hands on her shoulders, meaning to push her away. Instead, he inexplicably found himself pushing her downward, causing himself to penetrate her. "Oh Minerva!"

She needed no further invitation.

Again reason and realization struck him. "Minerva, we can't be doing this."

Increasing her tempo, she put a finger to his lips to silence him.

"Minerva, we talked about this."

That at least finally got a verbal response from her. "We talked about a lot of things."

It was too hard to concentrate on anything but what she was doing to him. Giving up, for now, on trying to reason with her, he pleaded. "Slow down."

Grinding herself against him, she continued to ignore his requests.

He was growing quite desperate. "I need you … to … slow down." She seemed deliberately determined to work against what he thought would be her interests.

She had caught him unawares. He hadn't been prepared for this. She had taken him too far, too quickly, giving him no chance to recover himself.

He really should have been more forceful in trying to stop her. These occasional lapses had to end. While they felt so wonderful, so right at the time, they were just tearing open the wound again. Still, he realized, now was not the time to discuss it. Having taken a moment to somewhat recover himself, not wanting to seem an absolute cad, he attempted to return the favor.

Her behavior was much out of the ordinary. There was no lingering afterwards. She didn't leave the bed or the room, but as soon as he was done, she rolled onto her side facing away from him. Now as he attempted to slip one of his hands between her legs as a prelude to other things, he found her knees locked firmly together. Trailing a line of kisses from her collarbone to her jawbone, he found her still uncooperative. He looked at her inquiringly, but she averted her eyes.

Reversing the direction of his kisses and slowly blazing a path lower likewise had no effect.

Perplexed, Albus half sat up. "You didn't already…you couldn't possibly have?"

Her eyes still refused to meet his as she offered a completely unfathomable response. "I have what I came for."

Still facing away from him, she nestled into him. "Go to sleep, Albus."