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Title: Love, Luck, Lust and Loss
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Minerva McGonagall (aged 21) and Kiely Goodwin
Word Count: 2,212
Rating: R
Summary: No sooner has Kiely shut the front door behind them, then Minerva is showing him how much she has missed them being together
Author's Notes: A second story for millieweasley's history challenge **here**. There is little plot contained within this section, it is well timed to coincide with the birthday of millieweasley who was instrumental in the story ever being written. A whole section of smut, I hope you enjoy your birthday Jessica!
Part: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.
Link to party twenty one
Part Twenty: Chapter Eleven, Part I - Home
20th December, 1946
No sooner had Kiely shut the front door behind them then Minerva was in his arms. She’d waited for what seemed like eternity for this moment. She was home, and she didn’t have to go anywhere again, ever, if she didn’t want to.
“Kiely,” she breathed heatedly as she struggled to part his layers of clothing against the cold on the flight from France to England.
“What?” he’d asked, his mouth going straight back to her neck and nuzzling as he took in the scent of her skin.
“Your clothes.”
“Hmmm?”
“Take them off.”
“Here?” he asked, looking around the small hallway.
Minerva nodded, and pulled his shirt from his trousers, sliding her hands up against his skin. “Here’s as good a place as any.”
Kiely had thought he’d bring Minerva home, wine her and dine her, pour her a scented bath in a room bathed with candlelight, and then take her to bed and slowly and carefully kiss every inch of her body until she begged him to come to her and give her the release they’d both need.
He knew now, with Minerva’s hands on his skin that it would never have worked. He wouldn’t have the ability or the patience to lavish that much attention on her. Maybe later, but for now he’d help her divest him of his clothes and then turn to hers.
Lifting Minerva and bracing her against the wall he slipped so easily inside of her, relishing the feeling of her heat grasping against his cock. He’d not last long, but he didn’t think she was going to either the way she was moaning and clinging to him, her nails digging into his flesh as he thrust into her in time with the desperate sounds she was making.
She came first, but only by the smallest amount of time. It was a matter of a second at the most before he spilled into her and let out a huge sigh of pleasure before his head fell into her neck and he laughed. “That wasn’t quite how I’d planned to welcome you home, minx.”
“No?” Minerva asked, still panting, her muscles continuing to contract against him.
“No!”
“Well.”
“Well what?”
“Well I think you’d best show me exactly how you had intended to welcome me home. Don’t you?”
Kiely adjusted his grip on her, held her to him, as he took slow and careful steps towards his bedroom, silent magic opening the doors and then closing them again behind them. “I was,” he began as he lowered her onto the bed.
“Yes?” she asked, shivering with anticipation.
“Going to start by kissing you all over. Every single inch of skin.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” Minerva suggested, starting to feel want again. “And then?”
He had lain beside her on the bed and was peppering her neck and throat with tiny kisses. “And then?”
“After you’d kissed me all over?”
“That was up to you.”
“Oh!” Minerva’s voice was full of promise. “I don’t think I’ll find it difficult to decide.”
“I hoped not.”
Slowly and carefully Kiely moved to cover as much of Minerva’s skin as he could with kisses. Initially they’d been tiny fleeting little kisses, never concentrated in any place, his mouth moving quickly on, and then he’d slowed himself down and lavished attention on Minerva, responding to her reactions. When he reached her breasts neither of them wanted him to move for some time. Licking and kissing one he brought his hand to tease at the other, small smiles crossing his features from time to time as she writhed beneath him, her hands in his hair, her lips moaning for more.
As Kiely switched his mouth to the opposite side he slipped his hand down over her stomach, his finger tips trailing over her soft, but heated skin, until they slipped downwards and between her legs, searching out the place he’d dreamed about so many times while she’d been away. “I’ve wanted this so badly,” he said gruffly, his voice full of want and passion. “I’ve thought of you like this too many times to be good for me. I’m not going to let you go again, you know. Ever.”
As he spoke he worked his fingers slowly in and out of her, amazed at the way she responded. She was so needy, so wanting of him. They matched each other perfectly in every way. Physically they fitted as if they’d been made to measure. Emotionally they both needed the intensity mixed with fun. Passionately, he wanted to cling to her, to shower his affection on her, as much as she did to him.
“Kiely,” Minerva moaned, moving against his fingers.
“What sweetheart?” Kiely asked, lessening the pressure a little.
“Don’t. I want -“
“Like that?” he asked, stepping up the pressure and the speed a little.
“Yes.”
He watched her face, her features contorting through the levels of pleasure that he was giving her. No-one else, just him. She was his, at his mercy for pleasure. Adjusting his pace to match her needs Kiely continued until she arched from the mattress, calling his name, her body in spasm and his fingers caught tight between her muscles. Gradually he slackened off the pace and the pressure until he withdrew his fingers and returned to her skin, kissing across her stomach and back, slipping lower and lower.
“How are your nails?” he asked with a glint in his eye, not waiting for an answer as Minerva merely groaned at the thought of what was to come. He’d wanted to do this for so long. Of all the things they’d done in the past, he thought he could do this over and over, hear her cry with pleasure and squirm at his actions. He didn’t let her come this time, but kept her on the edge until she was pleading with him, lifting her hips and pressing herself into his face. Quickly and easily Kiely moved to kiss her, to let her taste herself on his lips and his tongue as he entered her once again. Slowly he rode her this time, sliding fully into her and pulling almost fully out again before repeating the action. “I love you, Minerva,” he whispered over and over between kisses. “I’m going to make you mine as soon as I can.”
Daylight was breaking on the horizon when he came this time, his body spasming hard as he released. Once again Minerva had beaten him to it by a mere fraction of a second. Without even pulling from her he rolled on his side, taking her with him, and they both slept instantly still joined as one for now as they did so.
When she awoke Minerva turned to see her dark haired, silver eyed boyfriend watching her. “Good morning,” she said lazily her hands instantly moving to slide along his skin.
“Mhmmm,” Kiely muttered. “You can do that all day if you like.”
Minerva chuckled and rubbed the edge of one of her nails over his nipple again and again. “You’re in no hurry to get up then?”
“None at all,” Kiely agreed laying back and tucking his arms under his head to watch her.
“Do we have to go anywhere today?”
“We have a week from work,” Kiely announced. “And as far as anyone else knows you don’t arrive home until tonight. Today is our own stolen day where in fear of being seen, and showing me as a liar, we’d best stay in.”
She’d never taken the lead before, Kiely had always been the one to make love to her, to lavish the attention on her body. It seemed only fair that she should repay some of that pleasure to him now. Interested whether he would have the same sensations she enjoyed she dropped her mouth to his nipple and flicked her tongue back and forth. From the corner of her eye she could see he was reacting to it, and her hand reached down and stroked his growing erection.
Kiely understood her intention and left her to explore his body, whispering his pleasures, and moaning as she drew him on. When she finally manoeuvred herself above him he helped her as he pushed inside, and then his hands cupping her face he locked his eyes to hers as she began to move. Erratically at first, as he had himself the first time, she learned to support herself to give him the most wonderful pleasure he thought he’d ever had. The intensity of the emotion between them was overpowering, their eyes never leaving each other the whole time. When they came this time, it was precisely together, and the most wonderful thing that either of them had ever experienced. Kiely pulled her to him and kissed her intensely before wiping a tear from Minerva’s eye. “Will you marry me please. Soon?”
“Aye,” Minerva agreed, moved more than she had ever thought possible. “If my father agrees.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“He will.”
“But if he doesn’t?” Kiely’s voice sounded concerned. He couldn’t see why her father might object, but even if there was the tiniest chance he wasn’t prepared to not consider it. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with this girl.
“Then we’ll ignore him, and marry anyway.”
It was the middle of the afternoon before they finally left the bed. From somewhere, or another, they’d found the energy and the passion to make love over and over again. It was as if they didn’t take every chance to make up for time lost, then they’d regret it for ever. Hunger, however, takes different forms, and it was the need for food which finally forced them to get up.
“There was a gift for me,” Minerva called to Kiely as she sat on the sofa wrapped in his dressing gown once again and he worked in his small kitchen.
“On my bed.”
“There’s some hope of finding that,” Minerva laughed. “I don’t think there’s anything on your bed any more, including sheets.”
“You’ll have to learn a charm for that,” Kiely suggested, appearing with a tray. “I’m sure your mother’s book has one somewhere.”
“Oh, that. I’ve not even read it.”
“Obviously.”
“Obviously? Why do you say that?”
“Because if you had, my darling, then I think you’d have insisted I slept on the settee last night.”
“Where is this book?” Minerva asked. “And what exactly is this present? You’ve bought me dusters?”
“Not at all,” smiled Kiely. “Something far more pleasing to your mother than dusters.”
The book was a bit musty, it’s pages yellowed as it hadn’t been read for some time apart from by Kiely on her last visit.
“And the present?” she asked with a smile.
“Try it,” Kiely suggested, summoning the long white garment with high neck and full sleeves. “I’m sure it’ll suit you.”
Minerva slipped from the dressing gown, aware of the low moan of appreciation from Kiely as she exposed her body, and then slipped the nightdress on. “Are you going to take it off me?” she asked, her eyes giving him the message that he shouldn’t leave it too long to remind her how much he wanted her again.
“To bed,” Kiely instructed. “Wench!”
With a giggle Minerva obeyed her master and laid herself down on the bed, eager to feel his skin warm against hers again. The nightdress however had other ideas. Try as they might it would not be removed. The closest they could get to taking it off was lifting the hem to somewhere around her upper thighs, just high enough to allow Kiely access to fulfil his marital duties - had they been married - but not far enough for him to be able to see anything than her legs.
“I don’t like this,” Minerva said with disgust, as the hem constantly pushed itself down when she tried to lift it.
“You should read the book,” giggled Kiely, moving so his newly formed erection pressed into Minerva’s stomach through the fabric. “There are all sorts of ideas to keep me from wanting you.”
“Pah to the book,” Minerva spat in mock disgust. “This thing is coming off. It can stay at my mother’s house, I’ll wear it any time you might be invited to stay if it will please her.”
“Minerva,” Kiely breathed pulling her newly unclothed body to him.
“Yes?”
“It’s a good job we’re visiting them this weekend.”
“Is it?”
“I think so,” Kiely breathed, slipping back within her, his mouth poised to take one of her breasts within it.
“Why?”
“You’re going to have to make an honest man of me soon. I don’t think I could stop this now if I wanted to.”
“Ah,” Minerva chuckled, her breath taken away for a second as Kiely licked at her so wonderfully. “I’ve got ideas about that too.”
“You have?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“You can try,” Kiely grunted, thrusting deeper. “Though if it means you moving in next door I’m not sure I’m going to listen.”
“You will,” Minerva said, scratching her nail up his back. She didn’t want to move into the small flat next door either. But if everything went well on Sunday week, she didn’t see it was going to be a problem.
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Minerva McGonagall (aged 21) and Kiely Goodwin
Word Count: 2,212
Rating: R
Summary: No sooner has Kiely shut the front door behind them, then Minerva is showing him how much she has missed them being together
Author's Notes: A second story for millieweasley's history challenge **here**. There is little plot contained within this section, it is well timed to coincide with the birthday of millieweasley who was instrumental in the story ever being written. A whole section of smut, I hope you enjoy your birthday Jessica!
Part: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.
Link to party twenty one
Part Twenty: Chapter Eleven, Part I - Home
20th December, 1946
No sooner had Kiely shut the front door behind them then Minerva was in his arms. She’d waited for what seemed like eternity for this moment. She was home, and she didn’t have to go anywhere again, ever, if she didn’t want to.
“Kiely,” she breathed heatedly as she struggled to part his layers of clothing against the cold on the flight from France to England.
“What?” he’d asked, his mouth going straight back to her neck and nuzzling as he took in the scent of her skin.
“Your clothes.”
“Hmmm?”
“Take them off.”
“Here?” he asked, looking around the small hallway.
Minerva nodded, and pulled his shirt from his trousers, sliding her hands up against his skin. “Here’s as good a place as any.”
Kiely had thought he’d bring Minerva home, wine her and dine her, pour her a scented bath in a room bathed with candlelight, and then take her to bed and slowly and carefully kiss every inch of her body until she begged him to come to her and give her the release they’d both need.
He knew now, with Minerva’s hands on his skin that it would never have worked. He wouldn’t have the ability or the patience to lavish that much attention on her. Maybe later, but for now he’d help her divest him of his clothes and then turn to hers.
Lifting Minerva and bracing her against the wall he slipped so easily inside of her, relishing the feeling of her heat grasping against his cock. He’d not last long, but he didn’t think she was going to either the way she was moaning and clinging to him, her nails digging into his flesh as he thrust into her in time with the desperate sounds she was making.
She came first, but only by the smallest amount of time. It was a matter of a second at the most before he spilled into her and let out a huge sigh of pleasure before his head fell into her neck and he laughed. “That wasn’t quite how I’d planned to welcome you home, minx.”
“No?” Minerva asked, still panting, her muscles continuing to contract against him.
“No!”
“Well.”
“Well what?”
“Well I think you’d best show me exactly how you had intended to welcome me home. Don’t you?”
Kiely adjusted his grip on her, held her to him, as he took slow and careful steps towards his bedroom, silent magic opening the doors and then closing them again behind them. “I was,” he began as he lowered her onto the bed.
“Yes?” she asked, shivering with anticipation.
“Going to start by kissing you all over. Every single inch of skin.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” Minerva suggested, starting to feel want again. “And then?”
He had lain beside her on the bed and was peppering her neck and throat with tiny kisses. “And then?”
“After you’d kissed me all over?”
“That was up to you.”
“Oh!” Minerva’s voice was full of promise. “I don’t think I’ll find it difficult to decide.”
“I hoped not.”
Slowly and carefully Kiely moved to cover as much of Minerva’s skin as he could with kisses. Initially they’d been tiny fleeting little kisses, never concentrated in any place, his mouth moving quickly on, and then he’d slowed himself down and lavished attention on Minerva, responding to her reactions. When he reached her breasts neither of them wanted him to move for some time. Licking and kissing one he brought his hand to tease at the other, small smiles crossing his features from time to time as she writhed beneath him, her hands in his hair, her lips moaning for more.
As Kiely switched his mouth to the opposite side he slipped his hand down over her stomach, his finger tips trailing over her soft, but heated skin, until they slipped downwards and between her legs, searching out the place he’d dreamed about so many times while she’d been away. “I’ve wanted this so badly,” he said gruffly, his voice full of want and passion. “I’ve thought of you like this too many times to be good for me. I’m not going to let you go again, you know. Ever.”
As he spoke he worked his fingers slowly in and out of her, amazed at the way she responded. She was so needy, so wanting of him. They matched each other perfectly in every way. Physically they fitted as if they’d been made to measure. Emotionally they both needed the intensity mixed with fun. Passionately, he wanted to cling to her, to shower his affection on her, as much as she did to him.
“Kiely,” Minerva moaned, moving against his fingers.
“What sweetheart?” Kiely asked, lessening the pressure a little.
“Don’t. I want -“
“Like that?” he asked, stepping up the pressure and the speed a little.
“Yes.”
He watched her face, her features contorting through the levels of pleasure that he was giving her. No-one else, just him. She was his, at his mercy for pleasure. Adjusting his pace to match her needs Kiely continued until she arched from the mattress, calling his name, her body in spasm and his fingers caught tight between her muscles. Gradually he slackened off the pace and the pressure until he withdrew his fingers and returned to her skin, kissing across her stomach and back, slipping lower and lower.
“How are your nails?” he asked with a glint in his eye, not waiting for an answer as Minerva merely groaned at the thought of what was to come. He’d wanted to do this for so long. Of all the things they’d done in the past, he thought he could do this over and over, hear her cry with pleasure and squirm at his actions. He didn’t let her come this time, but kept her on the edge until she was pleading with him, lifting her hips and pressing herself into his face. Quickly and easily Kiely moved to kiss her, to let her taste herself on his lips and his tongue as he entered her once again. Slowly he rode her this time, sliding fully into her and pulling almost fully out again before repeating the action. “I love you, Minerva,” he whispered over and over between kisses. “I’m going to make you mine as soon as I can.”
Daylight was breaking on the horizon when he came this time, his body spasming hard as he released. Once again Minerva had beaten him to it by a mere fraction of a second. Without even pulling from her he rolled on his side, taking her with him, and they both slept instantly still joined as one for now as they did so.
When she awoke Minerva turned to see her dark haired, silver eyed boyfriend watching her. “Good morning,” she said lazily her hands instantly moving to slide along his skin.
“Mhmmm,” Kiely muttered. “You can do that all day if you like.”
Minerva chuckled and rubbed the edge of one of her nails over his nipple again and again. “You’re in no hurry to get up then?”
“None at all,” Kiely agreed laying back and tucking his arms under his head to watch her.
“Do we have to go anywhere today?”
“We have a week from work,” Kiely announced. “And as far as anyone else knows you don’t arrive home until tonight. Today is our own stolen day where in fear of being seen, and showing me as a liar, we’d best stay in.”
She’d never taken the lead before, Kiely had always been the one to make love to her, to lavish the attention on her body. It seemed only fair that she should repay some of that pleasure to him now. Interested whether he would have the same sensations she enjoyed she dropped her mouth to his nipple and flicked her tongue back and forth. From the corner of her eye she could see he was reacting to it, and her hand reached down and stroked his growing erection.
Kiely understood her intention and left her to explore his body, whispering his pleasures, and moaning as she drew him on. When she finally manoeuvred herself above him he helped her as he pushed inside, and then his hands cupping her face he locked his eyes to hers as she began to move. Erratically at first, as he had himself the first time, she learned to support herself to give him the most wonderful pleasure he thought he’d ever had. The intensity of the emotion between them was overpowering, their eyes never leaving each other the whole time. When they came this time, it was precisely together, and the most wonderful thing that either of them had ever experienced. Kiely pulled her to him and kissed her intensely before wiping a tear from Minerva’s eye. “Will you marry me please. Soon?”
“Aye,” Minerva agreed, moved more than she had ever thought possible. “If my father agrees.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“He will.”
“But if he doesn’t?” Kiely’s voice sounded concerned. He couldn’t see why her father might object, but even if there was the tiniest chance he wasn’t prepared to not consider it. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with this girl.
“Then we’ll ignore him, and marry anyway.”
It was the middle of the afternoon before they finally left the bed. From somewhere, or another, they’d found the energy and the passion to make love over and over again. It was as if they didn’t take every chance to make up for time lost, then they’d regret it for ever. Hunger, however, takes different forms, and it was the need for food which finally forced them to get up.
“There was a gift for me,” Minerva called to Kiely as she sat on the sofa wrapped in his dressing gown once again and he worked in his small kitchen.
“On my bed.”
“There’s some hope of finding that,” Minerva laughed. “I don’t think there’s anything on your bed any more, including sheets.”
“You’ll have to learn a charm for that,” Kiely suggested, appearing with a tray. “I’m sure your mother’s book has one somewhere.”
“Oh, that. I’ve not even read it.”
“Obviously.”
“Obviously? Why do you say that?”
“Because if you had, my darling, then I think you’d have insisted I slept on the settee last night.”
“Where is this book?” Minerva asked. “And what exactly is this present? You’ve bought me dusters?”
“Not at all,” smiled Kiely. “Something far more pleasing to your mother than dusters.”
The book was a bit musty, it’s pages yellowed as it hadn’t been read for some time apart from by Kiely on her last visit.
“And the present?” she asked with a smile.
“Try it,” Kiely suggested, summoning the long white garment with high neck and full sleeves. “I’m sure it’ll suit you.”
Minerva slipped from the dressing gown, aware of the low moan of appreciation from Kiely as she exposed her body, and then slipped the nightdress on. “Are you going to take it off me?” she asked, her eyes giving him the message that he shouldn’t leave it too long to remind her how much he wanted her again.
“To bed,” Kiely instructed. “Wench!”
With a giggle Minerva obeyed her master and laid herself down on the bed, eager to feel his skin warm against hers again. The nightdress however had other ideas. Try as they might it would not be removed. The closest they could get to taking it off was lifting the hem to somewhere around her upper thighs, just high enough to allow Kiely access to fulfil his marital duties - had they been married - but not far enough for him to be able to see anything than her legs.
“I don’t like this,” Minerva said with disgust, as the hem constantly pushed itself down when she tried to lift it.
“You should read the book,” giggled Kiely, moving so his newly formed erection pressed into Minerva’s stomach through the fabric. “There are all sorts of ideas to keep me from wanting you.”
“Pah to the book,” Minerva spat in mock disgust. “This thing is coming off. It can stay at my mother’s house, I’ll wear it any time you might be invited to stay if it will please her.”
“Minerva,” Kiely breathed pulling her newly unclothed body to him.
“Yes?”
“It’s a good job we’re visiting them this weekend.”
“Is it?”
“I think so,” Kiely breathed, slipping back within her, his mouth poised to take one of her breasts within it.
“Why?”
“You’re going to have to make an honest man of me soon. I don’t think I could stop this now if I wanted to.”
“Ah,” Minerva chuckled, her breath taken away for a second as Kiely licked at her so wonderfully. “I’ve got ideas about that too.”
“You have?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“You can try,” Kiely grunted, thrusting deeper. “Though if it means you moving in next door I’m not sure I’m going to listen.”
“You will,” Minerva said, scratching her nail up his back. She didn’t want to move into the small flat next door either. But if everything went well on Sunday week, she didn’t see it was going to be a problem.