A/N: I found this on my hard drive and decided that even though it began as an interlude to something else, I think it can stand alone. I needed a bit of an interlude to distract me from what else is going on. Please be warned, it is pure smut. Enjoy!
Running notes: Harry is younger than he was in the books when he loses his parents. Just because I like the idea.
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Minerva McGonagall sat at her desk and mulled over her life while she sipped on her wine. She did not partake often in the habit - she preferred the Macallan 12 she had in her cabinet - but occasionally, when she felt maudlin enough and when Albus was away, she poured herself a glass of red and nursed it through her marking and into the evening while she waited for him to come home.
The thoughts on her mind, tonight, were heavy. They didn't cripple her as they had done before Halloween night, but they were heavy, nonetheless. Before Voldemort's demise she had spent many a night feeling all the anxiety and all the terror simmering just below the surface but now she was freer, at last, to think lighter thoughts.
They just weren't very easy to come by after so long.
They were light enough to cope with and she consumed herself in them while she sipped. So much had changed since then, since that night, both in the world and in her own life as well. The little one, asleep in his cot in her spare bedroom, was one such adjustment she had not expected to make. The argument she had had with Albus on Halloween night had been fierce, but her logic was undeniable. After they had stopped shouting at each other, and started talking, it had not taken quite as long as she thought it might to persuade Albus to bring the little one home.
The idea of their own children had long since been forgotten between them, but lately her days seemed to be filled with bottles and nappies and terry clothes to protect her robes from Harry's habit of throwing up his dinner on her shoulder. Indeed, she now spent the time between dinner and the work she would need to complete for the morrow, putting the baby to sleep, instead of working. It had felt so foreign at first, but he had shown her the way and now they had a piecemeal routine, at least, that seemed to suit him.
He had flatly refused to go to sleep in those first few days and she had despaired while he had wailed his protests and terror. For it was that; his screams had wobbled so much she had almost taken him to Poppy. It wasn't until she sat with him, with Albus' arms tight around them both, and absolutely broke down into sobs that Albus gave her the idea to sing a lullaby. Weeks later, the little boy refused to close his eyes unless she sang to him while he gummed on her finger. She smiled into her wine as she thought of it. His tiny body in her arms felt right, somehow, and they had developed a relationship that she had come to cherish as much as her relationship with Albus.
She sighed and leaned back in her chair, giving up the concept that she might complete this paperwork before the New Year was upon them. She put away thoughts of her new adoptive son and turned, instead, to her husband. While he was away on this night, he was never far from her mind. His comfort and love was something most others would not expect from him, but he was never anything but giving to her.
In all aspects of life.
In fact, as the wine loosened her thoughts (and her collar), her thoughts turned just a little naughty.
Albus' length inside her was always the thing she needed more than anything after a hard day. Some days he would take one look at her and drag her up from her desk, take her into their bedroom and fuck her raw.
She did enjoy those days.
Some days it would be her that initiated things. She would trail her fingers along his shoulders of an evening while he did his paperwork and instead of pure pace and brutality, he would take her bed and love her slowly, and softly and without a hint of desperation until right at the end, long after he had made her lose her mind to the pleasure he could conjure in her.
She enjoyed those days as well.
The Floo flared green and disturbed her thoughts properly as he stepped through. Albus Dumbledore took one look at her and when she smirked at the twinkle in his eyes, he rounded the corner of the desk and pulled her to her feet.
"Thinking of me?"
"Always," she muttered as she stepped into his arms and cupped his cheek.
"Permit me?"
"For all my days and those yet to come," she whispered as she kissed him hotly.
He moaned into her mouth and whispered a spell. Her robes were folded neatly on her chair and she was bare before him, as he often wished she could be.
"The baby, he -"
"He is asleep in his bed," he muttered, checking with her to make sure that statement was true. "And his new mother will be mine for the rest of the evening."
She moaned as he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his middle. The Floo was locked, the doors closed and barred for the evening with barely a wave of his hand. She would be his to do with as he pleased for as long as he deigned.
As she did so love to be.
In truth, they had only come to this particular conclusion quite a few years into their marriage. Albus, as usual, had been the one to broach the topic one night after he had performed his husbandly duty and she had risen to clean herself up. As Albus started caressing her, her mind took her all the way back to the beginning, their beginning, at least.
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"Darling?"
"Hmm?" He hesitated and she turned to look at him once she had finished wiping her body. "What is it?"
"I -" He bit his lip and for all his years, suddenly looked quite young. "May I speak to you about something important? May I have your honesty where I know you would prefer not to speak it?"
"Where I would prefer -" She had thrown the cloth into the bath for washing and turned to regard him from the doorway. Having been married for long enough, she was no longer meek about her bareness. "What on earth do you mean?"
"I would like to talk to you," he took a deep breath and her frown deepened. "About sex, if I may?"
"About -" Her hand went to her throat as she thought of all the ways that a conversation like that might arise. Her immediate reaction was to go on the defensive. "If you do not like what I am providing, husband -"
"Minerva, please," he soothed, getting up and coming over to her.
For an older man, he was nevertheless quite imposing. She trembled before him and he made a noise that she couldn't place.
"Minerva, darling, please will you listen to me until the end? Listen so that maybe we can make this a little better?"
"Better?" she almost spat.
"For you, dear heart." Her wide eyes met his. "For you."
They had sat in bed, beside each other, facing the bottom of the bed. He had taken her hand, ever so gently and they had sat in silence for a little while before he turned to her.
"Darling, when you were younger perhaps before we were married, did you -" He thought about it. "Did you ever learn what people do in their marriage beds?"
"Of course I did, I -"
"Darling, please," he whispered, kissing her palm. There was a strange sort of flip-flopping in her stomach that wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but certainly wasn't what she would label as pleasant. "Did someone explain to you what sex is?"
"No? I mean, not beyond the usual conversation from my mother about remaining pure for my husband and my grandmother's notes on how to make sure your husband is always satisfied?"
She had watched Albus' eyes close and wondered what she had done wrong. Minerva McGonagall was not used to feeling like she had done something wrong and when he opened them, all she could find in them was pity. It grated on her nerves a tad, but she was also so confused that she could not bring herself to reproach him for it.
"I understand your mother a little better now," he chuckled sadly. She did not deign to respond as he continued. "Darling, I wonder if you might permit me to," he winced. "Perhaps explain to you what I was told and then we might compare notes?"
"Okay?" she said haltingly. "Albus, if you are not satisfied, we may go again, I am quite -"
"No, Min, please. Just -" he sighed. "Will you trust me, dear heart. Do you, will you allow me to show you something?" She stared at him, recognising that this was not the same way that he sometimes showed her the results of a spell that she had thought up in her head on the fly. Whatever he was talking about was something that she may not agree with.
"I." She swallowed. "I don't -"
"Would it be better to discuss something, surrounding the topic of sex? Or would it be best to show you?"
"Show me?" She blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"Darling, am I quite correct in thinking that you don't feel pleasure when I," he winced. "When we make love?"
"Pleasure? Of course. I," she was so hot she fanned herself with her book on the nightstand. "I, of course, enjoy the way you hold me? I do not know -"
"Darling, I mean, inside you, where we are joined."
Her mouth dropped open at his line of questioning and before she could leap out of bed, he took her hands and held them gently.
"Breathe, Minerva. It is just you and I and we are joined as ever we could be. You can be honest with me, no matter the subject."
"Albus, I surely don't -"
"I believe what your mother and grandmother told you is wrong, my darling. I believe that when two people are joined, especially in love as we are? Their couplings are joyous and intense and delightful. I am afraid that while I surely love having you in my arms, that you do not achieve the same pleasure?"
"Surely a man -"
"Minerva, will you -" He bit his lip and then nodded. "Would you permit me to try something? May I touch you, with impunity?"
"With -" She blinked. "I -" She looked down at herself. "I suppose so, Albus, though I do not -"
"Trust me?" She shrugged and waved her hands expectantly. "Can I suggest something to you?"
"If the shoe fits, Albus -"
"Lie down and close your eyes, for just a little while."
"To sleep?"
"No," he soothed. "To relax. Perhaps even to heighten your experience?"
She did so and after a few minutes of stillness, Albus' beard tickled her cheek.
"I'm going to remove the covers and dim the lights. Please, Minerva, if there is anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. Okay?"
"Albus, I don't -"
"Okay?"
"Fine."
She shivered a little as the covers were removed but she did not speak. She could feel the cold air on her skin and it tingled enough that she almost wanted to draw them back over her. In the end she lay there for so long that she huffed.
"Albus if -"
A hand touched her stomach and she jumped.
"Sorry," he said quickly. A second joined in, rubbing circles on her skin while he apologised. "Sorry, my love." She opened her mouth to ask but again, he beat her to it. "I was entranced by your beauty; your openness to me."
She didn't ask him to clarify as one of his hands was now pressing gently beneath her belly button and the other, tracing a path between her pert breasts. It was so cold she felt like she could cut diamonds with her nipples and she just managed to bite back a squeal as something hot and moist slipped over one of them. His hand stopped her from sitting up and her eyes blazed open to find him bent over her chest, sucking on her nipple and swirling his hand over her belly again.
She usually kept her eyes closed during the deed, as it were, but Albus' eyes were so captivating she could not this time. She had seen him in the throws of anger and despair but this was different. This made his already endless blue eyes gimmer in the dark and she was immediately captivated by them.
"Oh," she whispered as he swirled his tongue around her and sucked on it hard. Her back bowed without permission and she arched into him. "Oh!"
"I want you to feel what I feel," he muttered as he kissed a path from the nipple he was servicing to the nipple feeling oh-so left out. Her hands twitched as he kissed it and he leaned over her for just a moment to kiss her hotly.
"Touch me, Minerva. Let your body guide you. There are no barriers between us and we are man and wife. Let us learn ourselves, together."
The words were deeper than he meant them, somehow and when he slipped the nipple back into his mouth, she couldn't help but grab at his hair. He moaned as she pulled on it and the vibrations from his mouth went directly into her body. She arched again and felt a strange sort of feeling, deep in her gut.
"Oh."
"I am going to love you, now, Minerva," he muttered. "When I am done with you, you will surely know the true meaning of pleasure."
She opened her mouth to question him, but he kissed her again as he pressed down on her belly again. Something between her legs twitched and she ripped away her mouth to yell.
"I need you to remain calm and open. If there is something that you do not like, or that hurts you please tell me. Likewise, if there is something you would like more of please tell me?"
She nodded, intrigued by all he had showed her so far and shuddered as his hand travelled down her stomach and between her legs. She had always been taught that this area was not for anyone else but as he touched something there, she rocketed off the bed and screamed.
"Oh, my love," Albus said with a strain. "How you have hidden yourself from me."
She was trembling as she dropped back to the bed and looked at him with wide eyes.
"What was that?"
"That, my love, was an orgasm and if you think that's the only one you're getting tonight, you would be sorely mistaken."
He played her body like he had built it himself. By the time she was pleading with him to stop she had broken over and over and over again until she could not manage to utter another word.
"There is one more thing I want to try," he said softly. "I want to make love to you, Minerva. And I want you to be honest with me when we do so?"
"Oh?" she breathed. "And what would you like me to be more honest about, love?" she panted. Her brain was fuzzy but quite frankly she would have agreed to anything he suggested in that moment that she did not care too much about what it actually was.
"I want to hear you. I want you to tell me what you like and what you don't. If you want to try another position, then I want you to say so. If you want me to be harder with you, or softer? I want to know. Most of all, my beautiful Scottish rose, I want to hear you when I love you."
She had swallowed and nodded. Albus had kissed her hair and slipped his hand between her thighs once again. As they kissed and kissed and kissed, Albus' toyed with her until her thighs slipped open and she ripped her mouth away from him once more.
"Albus -"
"Would you like me to enter you now?"
She could feel the blush on her cheeks and despite her promise could not bring herself to answer verbally. She nodded, instead, and pulled him on top of her.
"Ah," he muttered. "We already know this is not the best position for you."
"Al -"
He chuckled as he settled between her thighs for the umpteenth time that day. "Perhaps we will try it now and see what you think. Perhaps now, it will be more enjoyable?"
He pressed forward and she groaned so deeply that he paused. He cupped her face as he loomed above her and rocked them gently together.
"Al, Al?"
"I have you, Minerva. Tell me what you feel?"
"So full," she muttered with a sigh. So -"
He pulled away and slid back in. "Oh!" She blinked. "Oh!"
He did not make her answer any more questions. Instead, he rolled his hips into her until she squealed and pulled him to her.
"Are you close?"
"Al!"
"Are you?"
"YES! Albus, please!"
He pulled away and she looked up at him with eyes blazing. Quite used to her moods, he only laughed and kissed her softly.
"Trust me, remember?" She groaned. "Now, I want to try a different way? One that might make you even happier?"
She frowned as he offered his hand. She took it and he pulled her to sit. She looked around, wide eyed at the carnage they had wrought upon their bedroom. The bed was a mess and her book and glass was on the floor next to the bed.
"Don't worry about that," he insisted. "Turn for me."
"WHAT!"
He laughed and kissed her before he pushed her shoulder. Under his ministrations, she could do nothing but do as he asked and she lay on her belly beneath him.
"Let me move this -"
He pulled the pillow away and pulled her long hair over her shoulder.
"You are so beautiful, Minerva, I cannot accurately convey -"
"Albus, I do not understand what -"
"You don't?" he muttered as he trailed his fingers down her spine. "You will, my love. In just a moment, you will."
She frowned into the mattress and was about to bite back when his sure hands gripped her hips and pulled them off the mattress. In truth, she had begun to work out what it was he was trying to do and as he adjusted her knees, she was beginning to see.
"Oh," she breathed as he slid his tongue into her deepest depths. "Albus, I -"
"Okay?"
"I suppose -"
He spent some time teasing her with his tongue until he sat up and laid a hand on her backside.
"Trust me?"
"Yes?" she muttered.
"If this is uncomfortable or you wish to stop, please tell me."
She nodded and pressed her face into the mattress further. There was a bit of shuffling until Albus, once again, pressed against her backside.
"Now," he muttered. "Take a deep breath. Tell me if it hurts and we will immediately stop."
His shaft, entering her from that angle made her gasp. She had only recently become acquainted with her Animagus form and it immediately bright forth visions of animals mating.
It was extraordinary.
Albus' hips rocked into her and she arched and rocked with him until he was fully seated. She could not draw breath properly as he slid away and then back again.
"Al, Al!" she panted. "Albus."
Her body took on a life of its own as if she had been Imperiused by the greatest master as she chased her pleasure.
"If you need to cum, my love. Cum."
Though she had never really heard that word attributed to this action, she heard it and her body sought to accommodate the permission given. She exploded in pleasure as he slid all the way in and held her hips against him.
"Oh," he hissed. "Min - erva!"
Something in him snapped. All the patience he had shown her and all the care and attention he had taken went out of the window. While she was still shaking from her own completion, his hips started moving with abandon. They started deeper, her voice cracking as he plunged inside during her tremors. After a time, however, her previous tremors stopped and new ones began. His voice in her ear was heady and his hands, which had previously been stuck to her hips, were now roaming her torso, pressing against her belly and holding her breasts. When he started putting pressure on her nipples, she was lost.
"ALBUS!"
"MINERVA!"
He fucked her. She had, of course, heard that word before and knew its connotations but had never experienced the same in her life until now, as he ploughed into her depths. Over and over again he slammed into her, holding on to nothing but her breasts while he toyed with her nipples. She came again and this time, Albus' hand left her right breast and gripped her hip hard. Again and again he slammed his hips against her backside, grunting and whining until he pressed against her back. She arched as he seemed to want her to and he jammed himself into her as far as he could go.
She fell apart again as she realised that the warm feeling inside her was his seed, filling her up. She collapsed again, her body attempting to turn itself inside out as she clenched around him and he collapsed on top of her. Totally spent.
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"Darling?" He muttered as he lay her down. "Where did you go?"
"Back to the night we started properly? Where you were brave and I was as naive as could be."
"Not for long," he grinned lecherously.
She laughed, genuinely, as he kissed her softly. Sometimes they recreated these things and sometimes they did not.
"It was liberating to see you so free," he muttered as he disrobed and lay his body against her. "I am ever so glad I could find the words to show you."
"And you did," she muttered as he started. "You showed me the key to all our happiness."
"I love you, Minerva."
They made soft and gentle love until they could no longer stand to move and instead, they lay awake in silence while Albus trailed his fingers over her skin. It caused shivers and tingles but nothing more than that and she sighed against his chest.
"I must rest," she muttered. "I have not finished my marking."
"I will do it on the morrow," he soothed, running his hand through her hair. "Rest, my love."
It was as if their words had conjured forth a disturbance and barely ten minutes later, just after 3am, Harry made his discomfort known. She was somnolent and very naked and didn't even notice as she groaned and got up to get him. Instead of staying in his room and rocking him there, she shuffled back to bed and settled against her husband's chest again.
"We must never say that we are tired again," she groaned as she rocked him. "I fear there is a spell on him that makes him wake."
Albus chuckled as Harry pressed against her and chased her warmth. He mumbled and snuffled as he nuzzled against her. She wasn't awake enough to care too much until he snuffled against her skin with a purpose and then, against her chest. He went quiet and she felt her brain kick back into gear.
"Oh!" she gasped as she pulled the covers off the three of them. "Al -"
Harry had, likely without really even meaning to, found her bare breast and taken matters into his own hands. His eyes were closed and his little mouth was tight around her nipple and though there was nothing for him there, it didn't seem to worry him. A little curl at the edges of his lips made her pause and she traced his face with the back of her finger.
"Al -"
"It's alright," Albus said quietly as they watched. "He's so young and has lost so much. This may help him come out of his shell a little."
"But I'm not -"
"We could make it so that you are?" he said gently. "Would you be open to that? Would you like that?"
"Albus," she tutted. "That's ludicrous. I am an old woman. And, even if you were to ignore that, how am I supposed to teach if I am feeding him as well?"
"In the moments where you must take some time, I will cover your classes. I do not think it will be for very long, he is not so small that he cannot be fed from a bottle as well, but perhaps this will sooth his nightmares for a while. And develop the relationship that he will need with you."
A particularly hard suck had her gasping and she whispered her protest in rather strong words.
"I feel as though he has answered that for you," Albus chuckled. "But it is up to you. For tonight, my love, let him suckle his mother," Albus said softly.
He rolled them together and Minerva had no choice but to pull the baby into her arms. He was so small and so soft that as he continued to suckle, she couldn't help but chuckle.
"This was not what I anticipated when I agreed to take him in."
"And yet, I for one, think this is a brilliant idea, not leastways so that I can suckle from you as well."
"Albus Dumbledore," she slapped his thigh. "Randy old man."
"Mmm," he chuckled as he cupped the back of Harry's head. "Don't you forget it."
She laughed again and Harry let go to look up at her. He didn't look scared, for once and she smiled down at him as Albus' hands slid into hers and around the babe.
"Come," she whispered. "Let us all get some rest and we shall face the morrow well rested."
Albus kissed her hair and rubbed his thumb against Harry's cheek. The little boy smiled his little gummy smiled and she chuckled and lifted him to her face where she kissed his forehead gently.
"Sleep, my boy. You are safe with us."
She felt Albus drop off around the same time as Harry did and chuckled to herself as she extracted herself from Albus' arms to put Harry back to bed. She was practically sleepwalking by the time she got back in and she sighed as Albus automatically wrapped his arms around her.
"I love you," Minerva whispered as she slipped their fingers together and closed her eyes.
She slept, finally, and dreamt of the future with her boys.