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Title: Sweet Dreams
Pairing: Minerva McGonagall/Xiomara Hooch
Rating: PG-13
A/N: I would greatly appreciate any feedback.
The moonlight peeked through the half closed tartan curtains, it beamed onto the large, empty four poster bed and came to rest upon silver hair. Xiomara tossed and turned, the light playing with her shockingly short spikes whilst she desperately searched for warmth amongst her sheets. Sighing, she sat upright and snatched a black leather photo album from her mahogany night table. She caressed the pages as if the woman in the pages were under her fingertips. Smiling, she turned the page and gazed at a feisty Scottish woman with dark, wavy hair blowing in the breeze of the autumn afternoon. The woman in question was standing in the doorway, a smile danced across her lips as she amusedly watched her lover.
“What have you got there?” Minerva playfully inquired. Xiomara looked up from the worn pages with delight and she cheekily answered,
“Oh, nothing, just going through some photos of this minx that I used to date. She was ruddy fantastic. Let me put my hands all over her arse when we were in public.”
Amber eyes meet blue and affection filled the room. Minerva made her way over to the bed and allowed Xiomara to burry her head in the crook of her neck. They lay there for a moment, allowing the warmth to pass between their lonely hearts. Finally, Xiomara lifted her head and caressed the older woman’s lips with her own.
“I missed you.” She breathed.
“Mmmhh. Miss you too.” Minerva broke the kiss and regarded the woman before her with a loving eye.
“How did it go?” At this Minerva closed her eyes and sighed; the stress of the day’s agenda returning to her in floods. Noticing this, Xiomara whispered,
“If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to.”
“Thank you.” Minerva kissed her gently, expressing her gratitude. Xiomara gently rid Minerva of her heavy outer robes and began to kiss her newly exposed neck. Minerva smiled and tilted her head exposing her collar bone and some cleavage. Xiomara took advantage of the alabaster skin that taunted her so freely and trailed feather-light kisses downwards. She felt Minerva’s body relax and she lay her body down next to hers while still lavishing her with attention. Minerva allowed her lover to pull her close and cover her with the scarlet sheets. Home at last she whispered,
“Love you.” Just before she drifted off to sleep. Xiomara smiled and joined her beloved, warmed at last to the bone.
Pairing: Minerva McGonagall/Xiomara Hooch
Rating: PG-13
A/N: I would greatly appreciate any feedback.
The moonlight peeked through the half closed tartan curtains, it beamed onto the large, empty four poster bed and came to rest upon silver hair. Xiomara tossed and turned, the light playing with her shockingly short spikes whilst she desperately searched for warmth amongst her sheets. Sighing, she sat upright and snatched a black leather photo album from her mahogany night table. She caressed the pages as if the woman in the pages were under her fingertips. Smiling, she turned the page and gazed at a feisty Scottish woman with dark, wavy hair blowing in the breeze of the autumn afternoon. The woman in question was standing in the doorway, a smile danced across her lips as she amusedly watched her lover.
“What have you got there?” Minerva playfully inquired. Xiomara looked up from the worn pages with delight and she cheekily answered,
“Oh, nothing, just going through some photos of this minx that I used to date. She was ruddy fantastic. Let me put my hands all over her arse when we were in public.”
Amber eyes meet blue and affection filled the room. Minerva made her way over to the bed and allowed Xiomara to burry her head in the crook of her neck. They lay there for a moment, allowing the warmth to pass between their lonely hearts. Finally, Xiomara lifted her head and caressed the older woman’s lips with her own.
“I missed you.” She breathed.
“Mmmhh. Miss you too.” Minerva broke the kiss and regarded the woman before her with a loving eye.
“How did it go?” At this Minerva closed her eyes and sighed; the stress of the day’s agenda returning to her in floods. Noticing this, Xiomara whispered,
“If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to.”
“Thank you.” Minerva kissed her gently, expressing her gratitude. Xiomara gently rid Minerva of her heavy outer robes and began to kiss her newly exposed neck. Minerva smiled and tilted her head exposing her collar bone and some cleavage. Xiomara took advantage of the alabaster skin that taunted her so freely and trailed feather-light kisses downwards. She felt Minerva’s body relax and she lay her body down next to hers while still lavishing her with attention. Minerva allowed her lover to pull her close and cover her with the scarlet sheets. Home at last she whispered,
“Love you.” Just before she drifted off to sleep. Xiomara smiled and joined her beloved, warmed at last to the bone.