FIC: He Would Never
Title: He Would Never
Author: lash_larue
Pairing: Augusta/Minerva
Rating: R/NC-17
Prompt: Augusta is married now, but she and Minerva can’t let each other go, and it’s tearing them apart.
Contains: Angst, Femmesex
Summary: This far, and no farther. Augusta couldn’t let go, but Minerva had to, and it tore them apart.
Author’s Notes: Extras -“Angsty sex up against a wall. I hope this suits…
“You came,” Augusta formerly-Dundee-now-Longbottom said as she opened her door.
“You invited me, of course I came,” Minerva still-was-and- ever-would-be McGonagall replied.
“I invited you to my wedding as well, Minerva.”
“And you knew full well that I wouldn’t attend. I wish you every happiness, Augusta, but my presence would have implied my blessing, and as much as I love you I can never give that.”
“I understand, Minerva. But do you understand that in some ways I’m not as strong as you are? I need a solid foundation, a conventional face to show the world. My family expects it of me.”
“Of course I understand, Augusta. I merely disagree,” Minerva told her.
“It doesn’t have to end between us, you know,” Augusta proposed.
“In fact it does,” Minerva countered.
“What is so different from a month ago? We met in Tuscany and it was glorious!” Augusta asked.
“A month ago you were engaged, not married,” Minerva told her. “It is, I admit, a fine distinction, Augusta. But then you had not taken an oath before God and man, and now you have.”
“But it’s only for appearances, Minerva my love,” protested Augusta.
“I sincerely hope that is not true, Gussie,” said Minerva, and Augusta’s heart stuttered at the term, “because that would make you a bit of a whore, and I do expect more of you than that. Do you love this man?”
“I do,” admitted Augusta, “he’s a fine man from a fine family. He is very kind, and my family approves of him. But I do not love him as I love you, Minerva.”
“And yet you chose him.”
“I - can’t you see that it will be easier for us this way, Min? No one will look twice if you visit now, we are old friends, and you will doubtless teach our children-“ Augusta fell silent.
“Indeed, Augusta, I will teach your children, and your grandchildren, and their children for as long as I survive. Is that why you chose him over me, then? For the sake of children?”
“No,” admitted Augusta at length, “I suppose it was because it was the easier choice, but I knew that it would make things easier for us, Min. Can’t you see that?”
“I cannot,” Minerva said firmly, and tears started in Augusta’s eyes.
“Don’t you love me, Min?”
“I do. In fact I love you too much to pretend to love another, whatever the reason.” Augusta sobbed. “Do not mistake me, Augusta, I do not blame you. We each of us have our limits, our point beyond which we cannot go. And I know full well that we cannot openly declare our love, not without suffering dire consequences. I respect your choice, and as I said, I wish you happiness. In that I have no choice, because I do love you, and that will never change.”
“But you will not be my secret lover, will you, Min?”
“I will not. I am however, a good Scot, and I fully embrace the concept of “one for the road”, if you’d like one.”
Augusta longed for the strength to say no, to preserve what dignity she could, but she had not that strength. If this was all that she could have of Minerva, then have it she must.
”Please”, Augusta whispered. Minerva took a step towards her. “Be gentle, Min.”
“No.”
Augusta felt a thrill shoot through her as once again Minerva demonstrated that she knew what Augusta wanted better than she did herself. Minerva reached up and released her raven hair from its confining bun, and let it spill over her shoulders. She drew her wand down the front of her robes, parting them before Augusta’s eager gaze, baring her milk-white breasts, those breasts that Augusta hungered for. Augusta reached for them.
“No.”
Minerva pushed her against the wall, and swiftly drew her wand from Augusta’s throat to her ankles, slitting her robes open and leaving a red line of fire down the middle of her body. Augusta hissed her pleasure at the sharp stinging pain.
And then Minerva’s lips found hers, and Augusta regretted the concern for propriety that had led to her decision to marry.
He would never kiss her like this, like her lips were food and drink.
He would never press his nipples to hers, feeling the mutual puckering and almost-pain.
He would never mark her neck in his passion, or break the skin of her shoulder with his teeth.
He would never drag his tongue down her body as he forced her tight against the wall.
He would never moan aloud as he kissed her other lips.
He would never push his tongue inside her to feel her pulse, to taste her.
He would never drink from her as Minerva did, glorying in the taste of her most intimate self.
He would never know precisely how many fingers to push into her, nor how to curl them and twist them just-so.
He would never pin her to a wall and make her scream in ecstasy, make her come, turn her skin to fire and her knees to water.
He would never love her as Minerva did.
“I could have been discreet with you Augusta,” Minerva said as she stood and wiped her face on Augusta’s ruined robes. “Weren’t we always? But I won’t be your bit on the side. I need more than that, and I deserve more than that.”
“But Min, I love-“
“Don’t you dare say that,” McGonagall said sharply, “you no longer have the right to say that to me. If you just can’t live without a woman’s touch, you might try Griselda. Perhaps she will be more amenable to such a relationship. But you made your choice, Augusta, and now I have made mine.”
Minerva touched her fingers to Augusta’s lips, and Augusta without thought sucked them clean, tears running down her cheeks as she did so.
“All we have to do now,” Minerva said, “is to live with those choices. Goodbye, Augusta.”
She closed her robes, turned and walked straight-backed to the door, opened it, and then left without looking back.
Author: lash_larue
Pairing: Augusta/Minerva
Rating: R/NC-17
Prompt: Augusta is married now, but she and Minerva can’t let each other go, and it’s tearing them apart.
Contains: Angst, Femmesex
Summary: This far, and no farther. Augusta couldn’t let go, but Minerva had to, and it tore them apart.
Author’s Notes: Extras -“Angsty sex up against a wall. I hope this suits…
“You came,” Augusta formerly-Dundee-now-Longbottom said as she opened her door.
“You invited me, of course I came,” Minerva still-was-and- ever-would-be McGonagall replied.
“I invited you to my wedding as well, Minerva.”
“And you knew full well that I wouldn’t attend. I wish you every happiness, Augusta, but my presence would have implied my blessing, and as much as I love you I can never give that.”
“I understand, Minerva. But do you understand that in some ways I’m not as strong as you are? I need a solid foundation, a conventional face to show the world. My family expects it of me.”
“Of course I understand, Augusta. I merely disagree,” Minerva told her.
“It doesn’t have to end between us, you know,” Augusta proposed.
“In fact it does,” Minerva countered.
“What is so different from a month ago? We met in Tuscany and it was glorious!” Augusta asked.
“A month ago you were engaged, not married,” Minerva told her. “It is, I admit, a fine distinction, Augusta. But then you had not taken an oath before God and man, and now you have.”
“But it’s only for appearances, Minerva my love,” protested Augusta.
“I sincerely hope that is not true, Gussie,” said Minerva, and Augusta’s heart stuttered at the term, “because that would make you a bit of a whore, and I do expect more of you than that. Do you love this man?”
“I do,” admitted Augusta, “he’s a fine man from a fine family. He is very kind, and my family approves of him. But I do not love him as I love you, Minerva.”
“And yet you chose him.”
“I - can’t you see that it will be easier for us this way, Min? No one will look twice if you visit now, we are old friends, and you will doubtless teach our children-“ Augusta fell silent.
“Indeed, Augusta, I will teach your children, and your grandchildren, and their children for as long as I survive. Is that why you chose him over me, then? For the sake of children?”
“No,” admitted Augusta at length, “I suppose it was because it was the easier choice, but I knew that it would make things easier for us, Min. Can’t you see that?”
“I cannot,” Minerva said firmly, and tears started in Augusta’s eyes.
“Don’t you love me, Min?”
“I do. In fact I love you too much to pretend to love another, whatever the reason.” Augusta sobbed. “Do not mistake me, Augusta, I do not blame you. We each of us have our limits, our point beyond which we cannot go. And I know full well that we cannot openly declare our love, not without suffering dire consequences. I respect your choice, and as I said, I wish you happiness. In that I have no choice, because I do love you, and that will never change.”
“But you will not be my secret lover, will you, Min?”
“I will not. I am however, a good Scot, and I fully embrace the concept of “one for the road”, if you’d like one.”
Augusta longed for the strength to say no, to preserve what dignity she could, but she had not that strength. If this was all that she could have of Minerva, then have it she must.
”Please”, Augusta whispered. Minerva took a step towards her. “Be gentle, Min.”
“No.”
Augusta felt a thrill shoot through her as once again Minerva demonstrated that she knew what Augusta wanted better than she did herself. Minerva reached up and released her raven hair from its confining bun, and let it spill over her shoulders. She drew her wand down the front of her robes, parting them before Augusta’s eager gaze, baring her milk-white breasts, those breasts that Augusta hungered for. Augusta reached for them.
“No.”
Minerva pushed her against the wall, and swiftly drew her wand from Augusta’s throat to her ankles, slitting her robes open and leaving a red line of fire down the middle of her body. Augusta hissed her pleasure at the sharp stinging pain.
And then Minerva’s lips found hers, and Augusta regretted the concern for propriety that had led to her decision to marry.
He would never kiss her like this, like her lips were food and drink.
He would never press his nipples to hers, feeling the mutual puckering and almost-pain.
He would never mark her neck in his passion, or break the skin of her shoulder with his teeth.
He would never drag his tongue down her body as he forced her tight against the wall.
He would never moan aloud as he kissed her other lips.
He would never push his tongue inside her to feel her pulse, to taste her.
He would never drink from her as Minerva did, glorying in the taste of her most intimate self.
He would never know precisely how many fingers to push into her, nor how to curl them and twist them just-so.
He would never pin her to a wall and make her scream in ecstasy, make her come, turn her skin to fire and her knees to water.
He would never love her as Minerva did.
“I could have been discreet with you Augusta,” Minerva said as she stood and wiped her face on Augusta’s ruined robes. “Weren’t we always? But I won’t be your bit on the side. I need more than that, and I deserve more than that.”
“But Min, I love-“
“Don’t you dare say that,” McGonagall said sharply, “you no longer have the right to say that to me. If you just can’t live without a woman’s touch, you might try Griselda. Perhaps she will be more amenable to such a relationship. But you made your choice, Augusta, and now I have made mine.”
Minerva touched her fingers to Augusta’s lips, and Augusta without thought sucked them clean, tears running down her cheeks as she did so.
“All we have to do now,” Minerva said, “is to live with those choices. Goodbye, Augusta.”
She closed her robes, turned and walked straight-backed to the door, opened it, and then left without looking back.