A/N: And here... we... go... Have fun! lol

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Minerva returned much more settled and Hermione watched her move while she spoke quietly in that beautiful, lilting voice she had. She watched as Minerva placed two glasses of water on the bedside tables and took down her hair. She was talking hesitantly about being sure that she was ready and how she knew that Hermione was new at this and that everything would be okay. Hermione had not even got into the bed yet and, instead, remained on the edge and watched Minerva shake out her hair. The words she spoke faded to a quiet murmur as Hermione catalogued the arch in her back, just visible under Hermione's own t-shirt, and her pale thighs shone in the half light. She was so beautiful and the vista stole Hermione's breath; she simply watched in awe.

"Are you listening to me?" Minerva asked as she started to plait her hair.

"My queen," Hermione muttered, watching the pretty blush colour Minerva's cheeks at the title. "I have listened to your soul call mine since the day I was put on this earth to love you."

Minerva's eyes darkened and she abandoned her hair in favour of straddling Hermione's thighs.

"Oh," Hermione chuckled as Minerva came to rest. "I shall have to remember that one."

Minerva didn't reply and kissed her deeply, instead. Her hands pushed into Hermione's hair and tightened around each handful. The slight sting made Hermione moan and she remembered that she could move her own hands too. She slid them along Minerva's soft thighs and around to her arse. Minerva made a quiet noise when Hermione squeezed gently and used those lovely handfuls to pull them closer together. A kind of breathlessness overtook them as Hermione gave in to every want she had ever had.

Without even meaning to she started a rhythm with her hands that had them rocking slowly into each other. Minerva moaned as Hermione squeezed a little harder. Minerva pulled one hand from Hermione's hair to wrap around her shoulders and pull her impossibly closer. She gasped when Hermione kissed under her chin. Hermione could feel the arousal in the air and it was driving her wild as Minerva pressed Hermione's face between her breasts while Minerva tightened the hold on her hair.

"Minerva," Hermione gasped as her body clenched with need.

She stood, not giving Minerva time to even reply and lifted Minerva as she stood. Minerva pulled her lips from Hermione's skin and made a noise of amazement as she was turned. She pulled her hand from her hair just in time for Hermione to let Minerva fall back onto the bed. Hermione stared as she bounced a little and her long hair splayed out behind her like the sun.

"You are so devastatingly beautiful, Minerva," she whispered as they stared at each other. Hermione got onto the bed and her hair formed a curtain around their faces. She tied it up and then helped Minerva twist her's up above her head. "May I?"

"Yes," Minerva whispered, reaching up and rubbing her thumb over the tendons at the back of Hermione's neck. Hermione shuddered as an echo of bliss travelled down her spine. "Please. Finally."

Hermione had never made love to anyone before but with Minerva's body beneath hers, she was suddenly inspired. She peeled off Minerva's shirt. The desperate noise she made coloured her cheeks but she was far too entranced to care. When Minerva's breasts were uncovered, she growled unintentionally and Minerva arched in response.

Hermione wasted no time in descending onto one, now that she finally had the opportunity to give in to her desire. She laved it with her tongue and held Minerva as tightly as she dared.

"Hermione!"

Minerva practically squealed as Hermione wrapped her lips around her nipple and sucked deeply. She kept up the simple pressure as she grasped for the wand that she'd dropped beside them and Divested the rest of their clothes. Minerva, this time, was the one who growled as Hermione's body came to rest against hers.

"Oh," Minerva breathed. "Leannan you feel so good. Tha mi ag iarraidh do chorp. Tha gaol agam ort, a bhean bhòidheach, mo dhràgon." [I want your body. I love you, my beautiful woman, my dragon.]

"I don't know what that means," Hermione whispered as she sucked hard on Minerva's shoulder. It left a deep bruise that she kissed in acknowledgement of their earlier conversation. She slid her fingers into Minerva's hair and kissed a trail up to her ear. "But I feel it." She traced her fingers in a spiral around Minerva's nipple and then pressed her hand over Minerva's ribs where her heart was. "Right here."

"Please my love," Minerva begged. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, like she wanted to touch but didn't yet have the courage. "Please."

"Show me," Hermione muttered, her voice gravelly with need. "Show me how to help you. Show me how to love you."

Minerva's cheeks were a beautiful shade of coral as she hesitated for a moment, but Hermione soothed her anxiety. She left Minerva's chest and cupped her cheek instead.

"Show me, my Queen."

Minerva held Hermione's gaze and cautiously took her hand. Her eyelids fluttered as she took Hermione's hand and pressed it down on her stomach. Their fingers tangled together and Hermione rubbed at the soft skin with her thumb, even as their eyes remained locked on each other. It seemed to strengthen Minerva's bravery and she pushed their joined hands lower.

Hermione lost her breath as she felt the wiry curls and she paused, taking in the sensation for a moment before she smiled and kissed Minerva in thanks. She kissed her softly, over and over again in thanks for being brave, for trusting her and for staying by her side. She got so lost in that kiss that when Minerva shifted lower again and she felt Minerva's centre for the first time she stopped and pulled away.

"Oh," Hermione whispered. Her eyes widened. "Minerva -"

Minerva couldn't seem to speak as she took Hermione's fingers and pressed them gently against her.

Minerva breathed shakily as her eyes closed against the sensations.

"You like that?"

Minerva didn't answer but she pressed again and gripped Hermione's shoulder suddenly. Hermione had not often taken the time to explore her own body, especially since falling in love with Minerva, but she was a fast learner. She knew the mechanics of it and she watched Minerva's face for more clues. The face that she knew like no other.

The sensations were new and so were Minerva's expressions. Hermione spent time cataloguing them all while she explored. As Minerva's hand faltered, Hermione took over, pressing her fingers between Minerva's and covering both of them in cum. She slid their hands against each other as she went lower and gently circled Minerva's entrance and back again, making sure to involve Minerva in as much sensation as possible.

"Okay?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Please," Minerva begged. "Yes. Please."

As she finally slipped inside Minerva, Hermione growled deeply. She felt a jerk go through Minerva's body, starting right where her finger was probing gently.

"Hermione!"

Minerva's hands pulled at her, pressing her as close as she would allow.

"I have you," Hermione whispered as she settled against Minerva's body. "My queen. My love."

She withdrew just a little and Minerva whimpered at the sensation. This part, Hermione understood. She used the motion to press up against Minerva's body and drew each movement out as much as she could without losing the rhythm that Minerva seemed to crave. Minerva's voice had turned to soft gasps of breath and Hermione found she wanted to capture this moment forever.

"More," Minerva managed to choke. "More."

She faltered for a moment before she realised what Minerva needed. Withdrawing further, she slipped another finger in and watched as Minerva spread her legs wider.

"More," she whispered, louder this time. "More, mo leannan. Tha feum agam air barrachd."

She wasn't sure whether Minerva meant another finger, or just faster so she did both and had to concentrate as Minerva bucked against her.

"Yes!" She squealed. "Na stad. Please, don't -"

Hermione wasn't planning on stopping and she carefully kept that rhythm while she leaned over her lover.

"I love you, Minerva," she whispered, watching as Minerva's head rolled from side to side. "I have never loved another. There will only ever be you, and I. Tha gaol agam ort."

Minerva's eyes snapped open and their gazes met. Her eyes flashed fire and Hermione, somehow, knew just what to do. She pressed just a little deeper and curled her fingers just a little more until she felt Minerva's body start to flutter around her. Minerva let forth a slew of Gaelic and wrapped her long legs around Hermione's hips and slid her hand into her hair. She pulled Hermione as close as she could, to where there was no more air between their bodies and their breath mingled between their lips. Hermione kept pressing and pulling and moving steadily until Minerva started to shake. Her hand managed to squeeze between them and grabbed Hermione's wrist though she did nothing to prevent the oncoming pleasure. The other tightened further in Hermione's hair while her hips started to jerk. Each movement pressed the back of Minerva's hand between Hermione's legs in turn. Hermione growled again and concentrated on bringing Minerva to the edge of reason before she was lost to her own.

Just as it got difficult to even move against the pressure all around her fingers, and with the pressure of Minerva's knuckles against her own centre, Hermione felt the need to move. She shifted, almost without conscious thought and slid her hand beneath Minerva's neck. As Minerva's pleasure crescendoed against her fingers and in her ears, she squeezed.

Minerva screamed. Or, at least, Hermione thought she did. All she could hear was a loud whine that seemed to resonate through her bones.

She felt it though; her own body responded in kind and she jerked against Minerva, pressing her fingers once again, deeper inside. Minerva's back bowed and light poured out of her eyes and ears and mouth as Hermione's hand was bathed in the evidence of their love. She didn't stop. Her own arousal was leading them on and she jerked her hips again against Minerva's hand while she moved quickly in and out of Minerva as well. Their bodies rubbed against each other, the sensations were overwhelming and she could only keen as her body chased its own end.

Minerva's hand moved from her hair and caressed the back of her neck as Hermione got lost in the rhythm of her own arousal. Hermione didn't even notice until her body started clenching and Minerva cried out as well and squeezed her neck, this time.

The effect was instantaneous.

She ceased to exist.

Time was meaningless.

The pleasure she could only feel from Minerva's hands on her body, from the safety and surety she found in Minerva's arms was overwhelming and she luxuriated in it. It was all she could do just to breathe. She was so wrapped up in Minerva's love and her body relished it while she floated.

She came back to Earth as Minerva let go and Hermione was reminded that she was still, literally, inside her love. "Oh," she whispered. Minerva's eyes widened as she felt Hermione's hand twitch.

Minerva's body squeezed suddenly and she breathed out a moan.

"Once more?" Hermione pleaded desperately even though she was still trembling from her own experience. Something spurred her on, a need to possess this woman completely. Finally. "Once more for me, mo gaol. Show me."

"I don't -" Minerva was interrupted when Hermione slid nearly all the way out of her, then back in. She gasped and pulled at Hermione. She felt Minerva's nails score her skin.

The tang that Hermione could suddenly taste in the air and the arousal that was once again seeping into her very skin made Hermione wild. Minerva's hands pulled again at Hermione's ribs. She arched against the feelings of Minerva's desperation and her own need to possess her woman. Hermione moved her thumb a little and pressed diligently against Minerva's clit and though it took a little longer, Minerva was begging for mercy.

"Once more," Hermione whispered over and over. "I love you."

She kissed her as she pressed against Minerva's clit and curled her fingers up against the little area that seemed to make Minerva jerk the most. Minerva convulsed violently and ripped her mouth away and screamed as she clung to Hermione, even as she sobbed. Hermione went still and gently worked Minerva through the little shudders and twitches until she fell still.

Hermione very slowly withdrew and as Hermione's fingers left her body, Minerva McGonagall burst into tears and with her, Hermione too.

"I have you," Hermione whimpered, paying no attention to the state of them and pulling Minerva under her body properly and curling around her.

Minerva cried and cried, clinging to Hermione until she fell silent, her breath was shaky against Hermione's chest. Hermione was so overwhelmed that she could do nothing but cling to Minerva.

"I love you," Hermione wept against her hair. She rolled them so Minerva could at least breathe. "I love you so much, Minerva, there aren't words to describe the depth of it."

"I didn't mean to cry," Minerva whispered, hiding her face between Hermione's breasts.

"It's okay that you did," Hermione chuckled as she traced Minerva's ear. "I did too." Minerva picked her head up and looked. She cupped Hermione's cheek and blinked away another round of tears. "It's more than okay. Rest, love. Just rest."

Minerva didn't have much else in her to give, but Hermione didn't mind; she was about at the end of her own reserves as well. Minerva shuddered for a while longer, until her breathing evened out for a short while. Hermione calmed also and luxuriated in the solemnity that came with their culminated love. She had no idea how long it was before Minerva came to, but it felt like an age.

"Oh," she blinked. "Hermione, I'm -"

"Galleon," she muttered. "Relax, I have you."

Minerva blinked up at her and they kissed softly before Minerva pulled away.

"I have never done that before!" She bit her lip. Hermione rubbed it with her thumb. "I don't even understand what -" She blinked. "What -"

She blinked again and Hermione stared at her.

"What?"

"Something has happened? I think," Minerva muttered. "I can -" She trailed off and stared up at Hermione like she'd never seen her before. "Oh," she breathed, her eyes closing for a moment. "I -"

"What?"

"I can feel your," Minerva frowned. "You -"

"I love you," Hermione smiled as she realised what had happened.

"Oh," Minerva breathed. Tears gathered in her eyes. "My love. You love," she blinked and Hermione caught one on her thumb like she always did. "So much, so deeply."

Hermione beamed and kissed Minerva softly, cupping her cheek and rubbing her temple with her thumb.

"You can feel me?"

"Yes." Minerva stared. "Is this what -" Her face fell. "Oh, Hermione. I was so unfair to you."

"It doesn't matter," Hermione chuckled. "We went through that and came out stronger at the end. That's over."

"But you, I mean. There's so much. It would have been impossible not to feel this or that, I wish you had -"

"I didn't want to scare you and whatever feelings you have at any moment are just as legitimate as those you have after that moment."

"I was -"

"Forget that," Hermione soothed. "We are starting anew."

"I would never wish to pretend that nothing else happened," Minerva said. "I remember what you said to me, at the beginning of this. How this had only heightened feelings you already had. I understand now. It's like I will have more control over my thoughts and feelings. Like I understand what I should do at every moment."

"It's kinda great, isn't it," Hermione chuckled. "And you don't feel like you're being forced to -"

"Hermione!" Minerva cried as she tugged on her hair. "That I would have -"

"Hey," Hermione laughed. "Honestly. It's okay."

"But sometimes I had the most horrendous thoughts, Hermione. I am ashamed, I didn't mean -"

"I know; both that you had those thoughts and feelings and that you didn't mean them, not really," she said gently. Minerva looked up sharply. "I really do. You were terrified. I couldn't imagine being faced with all of what we were whilst still being in the dark. That would have been terrifying. I wish I could have done more to-"

"No," Minerva ordered as she leaned up on her elbows. "Don't you dare. You have been so gentle, so kind, Leannan. And that we came to this before," Minerva's eyes were streaming now. "That we decided before this, that we -"

"I know," Hermione nodded. She tucked Minerva's hair behind her ears. "I understand."

"I feel like I can -"

Minerva closed her eyes and Hermione watched, feeling a niggle at the back of her head.

My love.

Hermione beamed as Minerva opened her eyes and looked.

"Whoa," Hermione nodded. "Yep, we can definitely do that."

Minerva reached up and started rubbing her head, but Hermione captured her hand and kissed the palm of it, trapping it between her own hand and Minerva's stomach as she shifted sideways and pulled Minerva into her. Minerva rolled her neck and Hermione heard a pop before she obliged with what she felt Minerva wanted and pressed a line of kisses from behind her ear to her shoulder before they fell still.

"I need to sleep," Minerva muttered. "I have a headache and you wore me out. But I want to take care of you," Minerva said quietly. "You -"

"I am perfectly alright. I am tired as well. But," she said salaciously. "I'm looking forward to wearing you out further," Hermione whispered, her breath tickling Minerva's cheek and rousing goosebumps along her skin.

"Not before I try to wear you out," Minerva mumbled. "I am not sure how I am supposed to follow on from that, though," she murmured.

Hermione chuckled and could already feel her love losing the battle with sleep. She breathed out long and slow, feeling the air warm around them and massaged Minerva's head gently until the love and warmth that they were both wrapped up in sent her into deep slumber.