Title: Silent Comfort
By: Jaya
Rated: FRAO
Archive: tayryn’s
tower
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all
things Potter. I’m just playing with
Albus and Minerva, and making sure they’re happy.
~o~
Silence hung heavy in the air,
the only sound in the dark Great Hall a quiet sigh that seemed to echo off the
walls and ceiling.
“Albus?” the name was spoken
quietly, concern evident in the lilting voice.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of
Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft gave no indication that he heard the
gentle inquiry.
A second sigh slipped through
the room, this time from the slender witch standing behind Dumbledore in the
entrance from the staff room.
Minerva McGonagall moved slowly
across the length of the staff table, the train of her simple under robe
dragging across the wood floor, her bare feet making no noise. Nevertheless Albus knew her every move and
tensed in the second before he felt a soft hand come to rest on his shoulder.
After several long moments,
Albus slowly raised his head from his hands and shifted slightly to look up at
Minerva, his eyes rapidly drinking in the sight of her.
‘She must have been readying for
bed’ he thought absently as he noted the way the one simple robe she wore clung
to her curves. Strands of ebony hair
that were normally captured in a tight bun fell in riotous waves down past her
waist. Only the square spectacles
perched on the end of her nose gave any hint of the strict professor persona
she maintained around almost everyone but him.
Although the tears that Albus
had shed were dried, Minerva could see their dried paths on his cheeks. Her right hand came up to touch his neck, the
soft pad of her thumb brushing away the evidence.
With a gasp, Albus reached out
and dragged Minerva toward him, his arms twining tightly around her hips as he
buried his face in her abdomen. Her
hands immediately moved to embrace him; one holding tightly to his neck while
the other rubbed soothing circles on the hard planes of his back. She murmured nonsense words to him; the sound
of her voice more comforting than any vocal arguments could be. The slight shaking of his shoulders beneath
her fingertips was Minerva’s only clue to Albus’ true state of mind.
Eventually the soft touch and
the husky tones calmed Albus, and he slowly raised his head, lifting mysterious
blue eyes up to stare into the depths of emerald green orbs. His embrace loosened on one side as he
brought his hand around and up to caress her cheek. As his face pushed forward, Minerva lowered
her head to meet his, knowing what Albus desperately needed from her now.
Their lips came together gently;
a tender touch over sensitive skin, a healing balm to a battered soul.
Minerva pulled back when she
felt long nimble fingers pop the catch at the neck of her robes. The fabric fell apart to reveal the shallow
hollow of her neck and the beginning of her clearly defined collar bones before
plunging to the next clasp in the valley of her cleavage. She smiled slightly in understanding and took
a step back, her hand moving to clasp Albus’ and bring him with her.
The arm remaining around her
waist tightened, halting her steps.
Minerva’s eyebrows rose in
question as she brought her gaze back to Dumbledore’s face. He gently shook his head, a ghost of a smile
touching his lips. Minerva nodded
trustingly.
Albus stood, strong hands
locking around Minerva’s waist. Her
hands moved to his shoulders, supporting her upper body as he lifted her and
turned, her bottom coming to rest on the edge of the table in front of
him.
Their eyes were locked together,
Albus’ question obvious there. In answer
Minerva tilted her head back, baring her neck in offering.
Strong lips attacked the ivory
flesh, kissing and nipping carefully along the line of her neck to the base of
her throat where his tongue laved the hollow sensually.
Minerva gasped when Albus’ palms
slid beneath the curves of her breast to lift the heavy orbs, unaware of their
movement until his thumbs brushed over rapidly distending nipples. The silk of her thin robes did little to hide
her reaction.
Minerva felt a knee press
between her legs and her head fell back further, the arch of her back offering
her upper body up to Albus’ hungry touch.
Albus tore his lips away from
Minerva’s body with difficulty, his breathing already ragged. He slid one hand to her back, fingers splayed
to provide support, while his other hand moved from its position on her breast
to travel slowly down the midline of her body.
With a practiced sweep, Albus
gathered the flowing sheath of Minerva’s hair into the crook of his arm and
pulled it to the side as he pushed her upper body flat against the table. Her legs fell further apart as he pressed
further between them, both hands reaching for the clasp between her breasts.
A low moan slipped from
Minerva’s lips as the silk gradually slid across her skin to puddle on the
table around her. As each fastener was
snapped open warm air from Albus’ flared nostrils bathed the revealed
flesh. The moist heat of Albus’ mouth
quickly followed it, as his tongue tasted her.
By the time that the last catch
was open, a fine sheen of dampness covered Minerva’s body, her senses humming
from the extensive attention of Dumbledore’s hands and mouth.
Albus’ smile grew slightly as he
pushed the last of the silk off of Minerva’s thighs and saw the lacy tartan
knickers covering her most private areas.
He glanced up the table to find Minerva watching him intently, fighting
the urge to push her hips up into his hands.
Wanting to see his lover’s body
more fully than the twinkling starlight of the enchanted ceiling allowed, Albus
waved his hand and a dozen floating candles appeared in the air around
them.
Minerva stretched her hands out
to Albus; the limbs still covered by the silk of her dressing gown. He shook his head slightly as his thumb ran
firmly over the damp placard of her tiny underwear. Minerva bit down solidly on her lower lip to
stop the cry that struggled to escape.
Albus moved quickly then. He took a step back and stripped the panties
away, flinging them behind him as he sank into his large chair and slid his
strong hands between Minerva’s thighs.
She opened to him willingly, her feet coming to rest on either arm of
the chair as Albus slid his arms beneath her thighs, his hands gripping her
hips and pulling her bottom to the very edge of the table.
This time Minerva couldn’t
stifle the shout that broke free when she felt Albus’ fingers touch her wet
folds and pull them apart, one thumb lightly circling the hidden bundle of her
desire residing there.
The scent of her arousal wafted
up to Albus’ nostrils as he stared at the glistening pink flesh. He lowered his head slowly, feeling the
muscles in Minerva’s legs tense in anticipation of his next actions. He didn’t disappoint her.
She tasted like heaven, tart yet
sweet. The tip of his tongue lightly
tickled the folds his fingers exposed.
Albus delighted in the feel of her warm wetness coating his tongue as he
delved deeper.
All of his grief and misery
faded as he lost himself in the joy of pleasuring her, just as Minerva had
hoped it would. Her
responses to his touches made him remember the joy to be had out of life and
loving.
Albus teased and tormented
Minerva with his tongue until her juices were flowing down her dark curls to
the table but still he didn’t bring her to release.
Minerva’s moans grew louder as
Albus continued his torture, her hips slowly rocking in counterpoint with his
tongue, begging for more contact.
Suddenly Albus was overwhelmed
with both the woman and the moment. He
stood and leaned forward to palm a heavy breast, two fingers of his other hand
driving into the depths of her warmth.
With an unintelligible scream of
consent, Minerva threw her arms above her head, her fingers curling around the
opposite edge of the table as her chest arched to his touch and her hips thrust
against his hand.
Albus was panting heavily as he
added a third finger to her sheath, his thumb flicking over Minerva’s distended
clitoris. He was torn between the desire
to taste her breasts, to feel the tight nipples press against the roof of his
mouth, and the need to watch her face as she came from his touch.
A forceful press of his thumb
coupled with the pressure of his other thumb and forefinger around her nipple
made the decision unnecessary. Minerva
shattered beneath his expert touch, her body first going rigid then thrashing
with the waves of sensation. Only his
hands and her tight grip on the tabletop kept her from falling to the floor
below.
Before Minerva had regained her
senses Albus was pushing her back onto the table and turning her. A seemingly casual wave of his hand opened
his robes from top to bottom as he stepped into his chair then climbed onto the
table and over Minerva.
Minerva blinked hard as Albus’
head flew toward hers, a tiny shiver that had nothing to do with the
aftereffects of her orgasm running through her body. She knew the look in his eyes; understood how
hard he had fought to hold himself back in order to pleasure her first. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her
mouth opened to his assault as he kissed her savagely.
A single thrust saw Albus seated
fully inside Minerva’s warmth but with little pause he was drawing out and
pushing in again. His movements were
wild and uncontrolled as he plunged in again and again, for a few moments
losing his grief in the glorious feel of Minerva’s welcome embrace.
She held him, arms crossed
tightly across his back, legs wrapped loosely around his thrusting hips. She’d known this would happen when she began
searching the castle for Albus, and was more than willing to comfort him in
whatever manner he needed.
After only a few more thrusts
Albus felt his balls tighten, the juices flowing up in anticipation of
release. Some small part of him tried to
hold back, wanting his lover to find satisfaction with him but passion and
grief overrode everything else. He
gripped Minerva’s shoulders, his back hunched over and his face buried in the
dark hair around her neck, as he plunged into her brutally, in and out, over
and over until… with a scream that might have been her name, he flooded her
womb with his warmth.
With a final grunt, Albus
collapsed on top of Minerva. She
immediately tightened both her arms and her legs around him, locking him in the
safe haven of her body. Moments later
she felt his shoulders shake… just as she knew she would. Then came the dampness of tears against her
skin. Minerva’s palms moved in soothing
circles over the hard planes of his back, the flowing silk of his robe covering
them both
Eventually the muted show of
emotion tapered away, the lovers remaining locked together motionlessly. Minerva sighed softly when she felt the brush
of Albus soft lips against her neck, the gentle laving of his tongue heralding
his recovery. She rubbed her cheek
against his forehead in answer, coating his hairline with light kisses.
Albus stretched to caress the
line of Minerva’s ear and the abrasion of his fine chest hair across her
sensitive nipples caused a moan to rise to her lips as her sheath tightened
around his semi-erect member.
Albus pushed up on his elbows
and stared down into emerald green eyes, the starlight shining from the
enchanting ceiling serving to enhance their color all the more. When his lips would have formed the words he
needed to tell her, her fingers quickly covered them. Her smoldering eyes and brilliant smile were
reply enough. Albus shifted his hips
against Minerva again, eyebrows raised.
She gripped his forearms and nodded.
Seconds later Minerva was
splayed on top of Albus, her hair sliding forward to surround their faces in a
cloud of darkness. She kissed him gently
then pulled her hands to his chest and pushed up to a sitting position.
Albus felt his blood begin to
hum again at the sight of Minerva straddling him, their bodies still
joined. Her pale skin glowed milky white
in the dim light, the tight tips teasing him.
As he watched, Minerva rose up on her knees, her back ramrod straight,
until just the swollen tip of his quickly growing arousal was caught inside
her.
Minerva arched her back, her
hands cupping her breasts for Albus’ benefit.
His eyes darkened with passion as he watched his woman tease her own
nipples into a state of high arousal before slowly sliding her hands down the
curves of her body. He nodded
encouragingly as her right hand moved in but Minerva surprised Albus by
bypassing her own center, her index finger tracing a light path down the heavy
length that joined them instead.
The silky feel of Albus’ rod
against her fingertip drew a sultry smile to Minerva’s lips. She leaned forward slightly and slipped all
of her fingers around him. At the same
time her left hand shifted between the center of their bodies to caress the
velvety smoothness of his sacs. Albus’
hands came up to support her chest, his fingers lovingly teasing her swollen
breasts.
As Minerva continued her
ministrations Albus watched her face, marveling for the millionth time how
lovely she was and how lucky he was to have her in his life. His thoughts continued in this vein until the
maddening touch of Minerva’s hands relieved his mind of any sensibility.
A cry of anguish echoed through
the hall as Minerva sensed that Albus was drawing near and withdrew her touch;
her hands moving up to tenderly caress his chest. His ragged breathing slowly eased although
desire continued to flow through his every fiber. He reached for Minerva but she caught his
hands as they moved toward her. With
strength belied by her slender frame she rocked forward, pinning his wrists to
the table just above his shoulders. A
playful smile and a shake of her finger let Albus know that he wasn’t to move
them. And then her fingers returned to
his member.
Three times Minerva brought
Albus to the precipice only to refuse him release. Three times he allowed her to control him,
her touch ever so gently reminding him that he was only human, a mere mortal
who grieved… and experienced joy… just like other men.
When his eyes finally revealed
the lesson learned Minerva gave in to his desires and her own, sinking down to
sheath him completely within her. She
rode him slowly, savouring the wonderful friction of their bodies sliding back
and forth against each other. Without
realizing it Albus pulled his knees up and Minerva leaned back against them;
his legs supporting her back as the pace of her up and down motion increased
slightly.
Minerva realized that Albus had
reached his tolerance level at the same instant that his hands flew off the
table, grabbed her hips and slammed her down into his upward thrust. In the next few moments the rafters of the
Great Hall rang with moans, sobs, screams… any and every noise that two lovers
reaching the pinnacle of their passion together could make. Finally the cacophony faded into the barely
perceptible cadence of two hearts beating in time with each other, two breaths
inhaling together, exhaling symmetrically as exhaustion finally overtook the
pair.
~o~
The blinding light of dawn stung
Minerva’s eyes when they first flickered open.
She quickly squeezed them shut and burrowed even closer into the warm
body beneath the covers next to her.
“Good morning, my love.” Soft
lips brushed over Minerva’s forehead bringing a smile to her lips. She felt Albus shift next to her, turning to
face her and block the sun. Minerva
opened her eyes.
As always Albus was momentarily
shocked at the depths of love he saw in the emerald depths. “I adore you,” he whispered as their lips met
in a kiss that was tender yet full of emotion.
Albus ran his fingers through
Minerva’s tangled locks. “I have to go
very soon,” he told her quietly. “The
ministry officials… the parents… Harry…”
Minerva nodded in understanding,
her arms hugging Albus tightly to her.
“I know… But I’ll be there with you… help you any way that I can…”
He smiled. “You always are… and you always do. I’d be lost without you… in so many ways.”
“I could talk to Cedric’s
parents for you if you’d like. You’ve
only had an hour or two of sleep. You
could rest for…”
“I must check on Harry and I
have to speak to Alastor. I wonder what
he’ll think of me now; one of his closest friends who didn’t even realize that
he was being impersonated.”
Minerva pushed Albus back and
levered her torso up over him, a steely gleam in her eye. “You are NOT all-seeing and all-knowing,
Albus Dumbledore, no matter what the majority of the wizarding world might
think. Alastor was my classmate; once
upon a time he was Poppy’s lover. We
didn’t realize either. So don’t you DARE
blame yourself!”
Albus’ hands came up to touch
Minerva’s cheeks. “You are my
touchstone, my dear. You keep me
grounded.”
Minerva wasn’t to be
swayed. “Promise me that you will try
and find some time today to rest.”
“I promise.” Albus kissed Minerva lovingly then rolled her
to her back and climbed out of the bed.
He grabbed his robes and shrugged into them. “I’ll call for some tea, hmm?”
Minerva nodded. Albus headed toward the exit but then turned
back. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Minerva simply raised her eyebrows.
“Thank you for knowing that I
needed you desperately last night… for knowing what I needed… thank you for
loving me.” With one last smile Albus
disappeared into Minerva’s sitting room.
“For all eternity, my love,” she
whispered. “For all eternity…”
~Finis