Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

"I thought you said rain blows over quickly here," Minerva said the next morning as she moved her backgammon piece, set on her third victory in a row. Albus might usually dominate the game when they played chess, but he was rustier at backgammon, and she was doing quite well.

"It usually does. But not always," Albus replied, helping himself to another pistachio as he watched her send another one of his pieces to the bar. Now, three of his ivory checkers were waiting for him to free them.

He rolled. No valid moves. He took a handful of pistachios.

"Well, I don't think there's been more than ten minutes that it hasn't been raining since we went to bed last night," Minerva remarked.

"We still had a lovely morning, though, didn't we?" Albus asked, appearing serious, but his eyes twinkling at the memory.

"Very." Minerva grinned, remembering the way he had woken her that morning.

The rain still pattered against the slate roof when she awoke, lying on her left side, Albus's solidity at her back. A finger was caressing her. She didn't open her eyes, but sighed and bent her left leg, easing his access. His mouth was at the nape of her neck, his lips were moving over her skin, his breath warm against her.

"Mmmm . . ." Minerva shifted slightly as Albus's finger began to slide from her clitoris to her opening and back again.

Albus's lips moved to her ear. He kissed her, then whispered, "Good morning, my dearest love."

"Good morning, Albus."

She turned toward him, touching his face, and kissed him gently. As he returned her kiss, she felt the tingle of his special minty charm, and she deepened the kiss. Albus moved his hand further up under her nightgown, finding her breast and caressing it lightly. He moved over her, still kissing her, pushing her nightgown up. Minerva moved one hand from where it had rested on his side, and found his erection, feeling it through his nightshirt. She squeezed and Albus moaned. Releasing him from her grasp, she began to tug his nightshirt up until she could take him in her hand and stroke him with nothing between her and the soft skin of his penis, like chamois cloth covering his firm erection.

Albus lowered his hips and Minerva guided him into her. She brought one leg around him, and Albus moved so that her other leg was between his. She moved with him, meeting him as he stroked within her. He watched her face as she concentrated on the sensation of his cock moving in her, stretching and stimulating her as she gasped and moaned, until finally, he closed his eyes and released, shuddering as he came. Minerva held him on top of her and gave a sigh of contentment as she rubbed his back through his nightshirt.

"That was a lovely way to wake up," she said, "especially on a rainy morning."

"I am glad . . . although, well, I didn't use the spell, and you . . . are you satisfied?" Albus asked hesitantly.

"Perfectly," Minerva said truthfully. "And we shouldn't use the charm every time. If we did, we'd go through buckets of that blue potion of yours and never leave the bed."

Albus smiled down at her. "That sounds rather nice, actually, as long as you were the witch in the bed with me."

"Well, we do want to eat occasionally, or we would soon lack the strength to make love," Minerva said with a chuckle. "Speaking of which, why don't I fix us some breakfast?"

"All right, but don't take too long! I'll keep the bed warm for your return!"

Minerva realised when she reached the kitchen that she had no more clue how to use Albus's cooker than she had the day they arrived. She thought a moment, then took a heavy iron frying pan from the cupboard and placed it on the cooktop. She waved her wand, bringing the pan to the temperature to fry eggs – at least, she hoped it was the temperature to fry eggs – then she got butter from one cupboard and five eggs from the cool cupboard, then finding some cheese. Wensleydale and Emmenthaler might make a nice omelette with the addition of some mushrooms.

She found a bowl and sliced the mushrooms into it. Thinking that her mother would have fits if she saw her cooking methods, Minerva waved her wand to turn the raw mushrooms into cooked mushrooms. They might not be quite as tasty as they would be if she did them in a pan, but they would be fine for an omelette. As the lightly beaten eggs were cooking – and it did seem the right temperature – Minerva sliced some brown bread, waved her wand to toast it on both sides, then she charmed a knife to spread butter on the toast while she tended to the eggs. Another spell, and the cheese was grated and settled into the eggs. She added the mushrooms then folded the omelette over. It was a little bit . . . browner than an omelette should be, but it was by no means burned. Now for the tea.

A few minutes later, Minerva returned to the bedroom, a large tray floating in front of her. Albus raised his head from the pillow and blinked at her, apparently having fallen asleep again, but on her side of the bed.

"Breakfast in bed?" Minerva asked.

"That always sounds much more decadent and cosy than it turns out to be. Although it is nice to have a cup of tea before one's feet hit the floor . . . but let's do it as we did before. I'll set up a table for us, my dear."

Albus took his wand and in moments, there were a table and chairs set up in the centre of the room, then he lit a fire in the fireplace and lifted the filter charm from the windows as Minerva began to put their breakfast on the table.

"I still don't know how to use your cooker, Albus, but I made us an omelette," Minerva said, indicating the covered plate in the centre of the table and beginning to pour their tea.

"How very clever of you, my dear! And you said you can't cook," Albus replied brightly, sitting across from Minerva and removing the lid from the omelette plate. "It looks and smells lovely. And there's toast, as well." He reached for the toast rack.

Minerva began to rise from her chair. "I forgot the jam – "

"No worries, my dear! I know where it is!" Albus Summoned the jam from the kitchen, and a moment later, it floated in through the door and came to rest on the table.

"Take as much of the omelette as you like, Albus. It has cheese and mushrooms." Minerva looked at the omelette again. It seemed wilted somehow after its time on the plate, though it still steamed in the slightly chilly bedroom, and it looked browner to her than it had in the kitchen. "If you don't like it, though, you needn't eat it."

"Nonsense! Cheese and mushroom omelettes are very good things." Albus helped himself to precisely half of the omelette then put the other half on Minerva's plate.

Minerva tasted it. It wasn't bad, and not overcooked, as she had feared, but it seemed a bit bland. And she hadn't brought any salt and pepper. "Albus? Do you suppose you could Summon the salt and pepper?"

"Of course, my dear!"

As soon as Minerva made use of the seasoning, Albus salted his own omelette.

"It's very nice. Two different cheeses are always lovely in an omelette. Thank you for breakfast!" Albus said with a smile.

Minerva smiled. It really wasn't too bad. No doubt Albus could have done better, but she was glad he was enjoying it.

When they finished eating, Minerva rose and looked out the west windows from which the sea and a rocky beach were usually visible, but although the rain had more-or-less stopped, it was still misty and grey, and she couldn't see the shoreline at all.

"Not a very nice morning for an outing," Minerva said. "Do you think it will clear up?"

Albus shrugged. "I presume so, though it doesn't look very promising for this morning. What do you say to another little nap?"

He had cleared the breakfast things away and banished the table and chairs while she had been at the window.

"Well . . ." Minerva pretended to be undecided.

"We needn't sleep during our nap," Albus said, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Minerva, her silhouette outlined by the grey morning light behind her.

"No? What else might we do?"

Albus removed his dressing gown and slippers. "I can think of a few things that I might like to do," he said.

"Such as?" Minerva watched him, hoping he would remove his nightshirt.

"This and that," Albus replied. He unbuttoned the few buttons at the top of his nightshirt and, seeing Minerva watching him, he smiled, then pulled the garment off over his head and tossed it aside.

He was beginning to get an erection, and Minerva's eyes focussed on that as Albus sat at the foot of the bed across from her.

"This and that?"

"Yes . . . I think I might like to . . . help you from your nightgown first, my dear, then I would like to feel your skin next to mine and lie down with you. And I would like to kiss you. I would like to kiss your lips . . . and your throat . . . and your beautiful breasts. I think I would tarry there awhile, holding you, your bare skin next to mine as I kissed your breasts." Albus's erection grew as he spoke. "But I do not think I could stop with just kissing them. You have lovely nipples, so wonderful to close my lips around, to lick and suck. And you have two, and I wouldn't want one of your breasts to feel neglected, so I would have to pause quite a while, I believe, and pay them both very careful attention."

Minerva was beginning to grow very warm and her clitoris was tingling as arousal settled into her, a heaviness and warmth expanding in her crux. She opened the sash of her dressing gown.

"Well, that does sound interesting, for a start," she said, letting her dressing gown fall to the floor behind her.

"Yes, that would be just a start, though. Because I would also like to kiss you elsewhere. Your chest, your stomach, your arms, your legs . . ."

Albus rose and approached Minerva. He half knelt before her, taking the hem of her nightgown in both hands, then he stood, raising the nightgown and baring her from the waist down. He gazed down at her crux, then his eyes travelled higher, and he smiled when he reached her breasts.

"It is a lovely nightgown, Minerva. I like this lace particularly. It gives me just a peek at your beautiful breasts and your creamy skin." He bent his head and kissed her through the lace. "But," he continued, "I think I prefer you . . . without it."

Albus raised the nightgown up over her head, removing it entirely. He let it fall where her dressing gown lay. Stepping back he looked at her. "Gods, Minerva . . . how can I be so fortunate? You are beautiful and I love you and you are here with me . . . I sometimes think that I will awaken and discover it is a dream. It never seemed possible." He seemed amazed.

"It is no dream, Albus, unless we are sharing it. And I never wish to wake up, if it is one," Minerva replied. "But you were telling me about this nap you would like to take. And where you would like to kiss me."

"Ah, yes . . . I would like to kiss you everywhere, my dear, and I would like it if you would allow me to kiss you here." He reached out one hand and touched her crux lightly.

"I think I would allow that," Minerva said with a smile.

"I would like to do that, then, and what else I would like to do during our nap . . . we can decide that as we proceed. If you are enjoying it, of course."

"Of course," Minerva replied. "If we are both enjoying it, we might think of other things to do."

Albus took Minerva in his arms and kissed her. A wave of his hand, and the covers were drawn back on the bed. He lay her down, resting close to her, running his hands over her body as he continued to kiss her, he pressed his erection against her side. Minerva ran her fingers through his hair and turned so that her breasts brushed against his chest and beard. Albus kissed her cheeks and her throat, moving his lips sensuously against her skin, then licking and sucking her earlobe gently. His fingers caressed her, her arms, her sides, her stomach, as his mouth roved her body, over her collarbone, down her shoulders to her chest, then to her breasts. He gently kissed her breasts everywhere until his lips found a nipple and closed around it, his tongue teasing it, and his hands continued to stroke her body, rounding the curves of her hips, and kneading her buttocks. Albus moved to her other side, suckling and licking her nipple, and began to tease the other with one hand. He stroked her inner thighs with feather-light touches, and Minerva moaned, grasping and squeezing his shoulders.

Albus chuckled against her, lifting his head briefly to smile at her. "You like this?" he asked, stroking her inner thigh with a teasing touch.

Minerva sighed, smiling, and said, "Very much . . . that and . . . what else you were doing, they feel very nice together."

"This?" Albus closed his mouth around her nipple again and began to suck as he caressed her soft skin.

Minerva moaned and opened her legs to him. Ripples of pleasure passed from her breasts to her crux and back again, the teasing strokes to her leg amplifying the tingling in her clitoris. She needed more, and she rocked her hips, trying to encourage Albus to touch her crux, but he simply began to stroke the inside of her other thigh, coming tantalizingly close but never touching her crux.

"Oh, gods, Albus, more . . . more, please, more," she begged.

Instead, Albus moved back up and kissed her lips, drawing her tongue into his mouth and teasing it with his own. He hummed into her mouth then drew back, kissing her lips softly. He gazed down into Minerva's eyes and smiled mischievously.

"Do you know what I would like to do now, my dear? Do you?" he asked, his own eyes sparkling.

"What would you like to do, Albus?" Minerva asked, her voice husky with desire.

"I would like to . . . kiss you . . . here." Albus drew his fingers up her leg and touched her crux lightly. "I would like to kiss you and tease you . . . right . . . here." His fingers parted her lips and found her clitoris. "And then, right here," he said, gently stroking her nub, "I would like to do this." He kissed her mouth then sucked her lower lip, then he said in warm whisper, "And then I want to do this . . ." He licked her lips then teased the tip of her tongue with his own as one finger rapidly flicked her clitoris.

Minerva moaned, raising her hips. "Oh, yes . . ."

"Then you know what else I would like?" Albus whispered.

"What?" Minerva asked breathlessly.

Albus slipped one hand under Minerva and rolled over on his back, bringing her with him. He drew her head down and kissed her, deepening the kiss and pulling her tongue into his mouth.

Releasing her, he said, "That is what I would like to do . . . here." He moved his hand to her crux again.

Minerva was breathing hard and her eyes were dark. "Yes . . ."

"Come, let me kiss you like that . . ." Albus raised her up and urged her to move forward until she was straddling his face and leaning against the wall at the head of the bed. "I like this . . . I like this very much. I can see your beautiful breasts as I kiss you and lick you and . . ."

His words were lost as he put his hands on her thighs and she lowered herself onto his mouth. Albus hummed as he licked from her entrance to her clitoris and back again. His tongue circled her nub, then he licked and flicked, his tongue moving rapidly first in one direction then the other as Minerva could not restrain her moans and sighs of pleasure. He moved one hand between her legs, and two fingers found her entrance, teasing and thrusting as he licked and flicked her nub. His fingers found her sweet spot and pulsed against it in time with his flicking tongue.

"Oh, gods, oh, gods, oh, gods, Albus!" Minerva came with a rush, shouting, one palm slapping the wall. Albus lapped at her clitoris, taking her all in, his eyes open and watching Minerva's face as she shouted his name again.

As Minerva's orgasm faded, she looked down into Albus's smiling eyes.

"I think it's time for that spell of yours, Albus," she said as she caught her breath. "Because I'm going to fuck you until you come, and then . . . and then, you will see!" Her eyes gleamed at the prospect.

She moved back down his body as he put one hand around his cock and whispered the spell. Minerva wasted no time lowering herself onto him, and Albus's eyes closed as he felt her vagina slide over him, but he opened them again to watch her as she moved over him, riding his erection. He raised his hands as Minerva bent toward him, and he caressed her breasts as she moved back and forth on his cock, flexing her muscles around him.

Minerva's eyes closed as she began to come again, her orgasm building slowly, then bursting through her in pulsing, electric waves. Albus moved his hands to Minerva's thighs, gripping them as his own orgasm overtook him, a dry but powerful climax.

"Minerva, oh, Minerva, my delight, my sweet, sweet delight! Oh, gods, what you do to me!"

Albus held her still, then embraced her as he caught his breath, his erection still large and firm in her. He nuzzled her hair, then kissed her jaw.

"More?" he asked in a whisper, raising his hips and moving against her.

Minerva lifted her head and smiled down at him. "More," she agreed with a nod. "But don't release the spell yet."

Albus raised his eyebrows. "You really want to use up all the potion I brought, don't you?" But he flipped her over, brought her legs together and began to pump and thrust, shifting as he increased her pleasure.

Sweat ran in rivulets down his back as he rose up on his hands and pushed into her, once, twice, three times more as he came, gasping. "Gods, Minerva . . ."

Minerva let him rest on top of her a bit, smiling as she felt his heart pounding in his chest. She rubbed his back, and when she judged he had rested long enough, she kissed his cheek and urged him to roll onto his back. Albus opened his eyes and smiled at her as she began to stroke his cock.

"Very nice, Headmaster Dumbledore. Very nice, indeed," she said, her gaze moving from his face down his body to where her hand was fondling his erect penis. "And a very impressive spell, as well." She licked her lips. "And as it is still a . . . wet morning, I think our nap should continue a bit longer." Minerva smiled at him. "This time, release the spell . . . just . . . let go," she whispered.

She moved around and lay beside him the other direction, her head propped on one elbow as she looked down at his penis. She fondled him, stroking him with the balls of her fingers and then teasing the crown. Bending her head, Minerva kissed first the tip of his cock followed by kissing his shaft, one kiss after another until she reached the base of his erection. As she kissed him again, the tip of her tongue emerged, swirling around the base of his cock, then tickling his balls gently. She pressed her tongue against his length and stroked up before taking his penis fully into her mouth. Minerva lowered herself onto him, relaxing as the head of his cock entered her throat then swallowing around him and humming low, the vibrations of her voice adding to the stimulation her mouth, tongue, and throat provided, and she was rewarded with a deep, guttural moan from Albus. She pulled up, shielding the sharp edges of her teeth with her lips, but biting down lightly as she drew her mouth over his shaft, taking in a breath and swallowing naturally as she did. Flicking her tongue across the head of his penis, she stroked him with her hand before lowering her mouth around him again. She began to move more rapidly, up and down, licking his length before closing her lips around him. The hand that was cupping his balls felt them retract slightly, and she thought that Albus's next gasp was a Finite, so she lowered herself fully around his cock again, swallowing around the crown. Albus gasped again and gripped her arm, then she felt his penis pulse as his balls retracted and she swallowed once more as she felt his climax in the back of her throat, then she swallowed again until Albus relaxed and his orgasm ended. Gently, she withdrew and smiled as she saw his clean, damp penis, spent and resting against his leg.

Minerva turned her head and looked up at Albus's face. His eyes were closed and he looked completely content and perfectly relaxed. She moved back up the bed and put her head on the pillow next to his, then kissed his cheek. Seeing that he was unlikely to exert himself any time soon, Minerva Summoned her wand and waved it to draw the covers up over them.

Minerva was watching his face as he turned to look at her. He smiled slightly. "Are you all right, my dear?" he asked.

"Mmmm, very, very all right."

Albus took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it. "And that was . . . acceptable to you? You don't mind . . . that is, I wouldn't want you to do something you don't like just because I might."

"You might like it?" Minerva asked. She frowned slightly. "You seemed to enjoy it."

"I did. Very much. But . . . well, I just wanted to make sure . . . that is, I know you seem to enjoy it, you have said you like to do that," Albus said, seeming to struggle for words, "but ending like that, is that . . . you wanted me to, but . . ."

"Yes, I wanted you to." Minerva looked at him. She hoped he didn't think that there was something wrong with what they had just done, or something wrong with her for wanting to do it. They had made such progress in the last few days. But given his background . . . "I do enjoy it. Obviously not the same way that I do when I'm . . . being stimulated myself. But I love bringing you such pleasure, and," she said, drawing figures on his damp chest with her fingertips, "it is so very intimate. I love being so intimate with you, and knowing, too, that you are getting such pleasure from it. It's one of the great attractions of this spell, for me. I know that we can . . . take our pleasure with each other in different ways, including this. Only if you like it, though, and you like me to do it."

"Yes, I do. I do, very much, my dearest," Albus whispered. "I just wanted to be sure." He blushed. "That was actually, well, obviously not my very first time in that sort of, um, activity, um, even before you, but the first time for . . . for that particular outcome. Other than with the spell active. To climax like that. I just wanted to be sure you were happy with it, too."

Minerva didn't hide her smile. "Really?" She hadn't thought there was anything they could do together that he hadn't done before, particularly given the experience of his youth.

Albus nodded. "As you say, it's very intimate. And I never, um, other times, I . . . well, I never let go like that. It didn't seem that anyone else, not to bring anyone else into our love life, but . . . well, you said you wanted me to." He shrugged slightly, still pink-cheeked. "You probably think me ridiculous."

"No, not at all. I'm not smiling because of that. I just am happy that we have something that's a first for you. Not to imply that there's anything wrong with either of our experiences in the past, but . . . it's just nice to know that I can bring you a pleasure that's new to you, I suppose, one that only I have given you. Especially one so intimate."

Albus caressed her face. "There are so many firsts with you, Minerva, many, many more. This was just one of them."

"Other firsts? Such as?"

"The first witch I made love to in a stairwell, or in a rocking chair. And the first woman I made love to on a beach – or in front of an audience of seals!" he said with a bright smile.

Minerva chuckled.

"And there are others, my sweetest love," Albus said more seriously, "but that was the most intimate of them, as you say." He kissed her forehead then looked into her eyes. "For all my fears in the beginning, I trust you more than anyone I have been with. And it goes without saying that I love you beyond all others. You are my beloved, my dearest, and my sweet, sweet delight."

"And you are mine, Albus, my darling, dearest, most wonderful wizard. There is none other that can compare. I love you." She kissed him again, then snuggled against him.

They rested for a while, speaking in soft voices, their arms around each other, their legs entwined, until they both dozed. When they woke together and the sun seemed to peek briefly through the clouds, they rose and dressed in a leisurely fashion before finally going downstairs. Albus insisted on doing the washing up from breakfast, such as it was, since Minerva had fixed it, and Minerva went into the library and poked around. She found a shelf containing games and decks of cards, and she smiled happily as she pulled out a backgammon set. Now there was one game at which she was a master. She could give Albus a run for his money, at least.

After three games won, however, she was somewhat surprised to see Albus gamely set up the pieces again.

"Another game, Albus? You don't want to try something different this time?"

Albus shook his head. "No. Backgammon is fine. And you enjoy it." He looked up and grinned at her. "Why, afraid I'll make a comeback?"

Minerva laughed. "Are you sure you aren't letting me win, Albus?"

"No such thing. Just some bad luck, that's all – your rolls have been better than mine. And then when I'm on the bar, I can't seem to get off."

"You leave yourself open needlessly, Albus. And I find it hard to believe you aren't letting me win – that opening move last time . . . you had a six and a four, and you didn't take advantage of it, but made your first mistake, leaving a piece open, which I bumped, and it was all downhill after that."

Albus chuckled. "I will admit to being somewhat rusty, and also to being distracted."

"Distracted?"

Albus nodded. "I keep thinking of our lovely morning upstairs in our room, and of how much I am looking forward to our next nap." He grinned. "Or just having you sit on my lap here, your warmth against me, your soft curves . . ."

"Those are distracting thoughts," Minerva admitted. "But no excuse for your poor performance. If you don't do better this game, I will be certain that you are letting me win."

"I think that perhaps if we made the game more interesting . . . a little wager, perhaps."

"I've already won, in that case, unless you intend to play a good many more games."

"No, just on the basis of the next game. Now that I've had a bit of practise," Albus said.

"I don't know . . . what kind of wager?"

"Oh, if you win . . . you can take me however you wish, have me do whatever you like. And if I win . . . I can make love to you however I like, take the pleasure of your beautiful body, loving you as I wish."

"It sounds as though we would both win. Not much of a gamble there," Minerva said with a laugh.

"Oh, but you see, there is a difference. If you win, I will do whatever you say, I – " he hesitated. "Although perhaps this isn't the best game, nor the best wager."

Minerva's mind raced back to the confessions he had made to her, weeks before they had discovered the nature of their love for one another. How he had fallen into depression as a very young man and had attempted to escape it through a profligate and irresponsible life, leading him even to keeping witches company in exchange for a warm meal and a bed. "Keeping company" being a euphemism for using sex, allowing himself to be used and using the women he was with. The situations were entirely dissimilar. He had overcome so much in their physical relationship, revealing a playful and passionate lover; he would also overcome any lingering fears about how his behaviour many decades ago might affect their relationship. He likely thought she would make the association and feel repulsed – or he made the association and felt repulsed. Either way, she would have to change that.

"On second thought, I think I do like this wager, Albus," Minerva said, adding with a laugh, "As long as I can wait to collect my winnings. I am still a bit tired from our earlier love-making."

"Ah, well, all right, if you wish, my dear," Albus said mildly. "And either of us can collect at any time."

"At any time before we leave tomorrow, though," Minerva said. "But you must try to beat me, or it's all off, and I will be quite unhappy with you!"

Albus nodded. "I shall do my best."

"I'll let you go first, since I'm altruistic that way," Minerva said. She nodded in approval when he made the correct opening move with his five and three. She was going to put up a fight, though. She wanted to win. She wanted to teach Albus something about himself, about her, and about the two of them together. She would teach the Headmaster a lesson . . .