Falling Without Hitting The Ground
Title: Falling Without Hitting the Ground
Author: Mini Luv
Pairing: Hooch/McGonagall
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Minerva McGonagall does not fall in love. Never. No exceptions. There's many reasons for this and just because she can't list them off the top of her head doesn't mean they aren't important. Oh, denial is a wicked thing.
Genre:Smut, in its greatest form, with sprinkles of humour to complete the cake.
A/N: This was written as a pinch hit for hp_summersmut and for florence_craye. I actually really quite like this fic, if I remember it correctly. :)
There were certain things that Minerva McGonagall did not do; and loving was one of them. Not the love like you have for your brother or your close friend, she had more than enough of that. She loved all of her students (yes, even the Slytherins) and she, in her own way, even loved the other staff members. She did not, however, fall deeply in love with another person, because, though she hid it well, this loving thing, Minerva was very, very scared. And insecure. And nervous. When it came to that, at least.
So Minerva didn’t really fall in love. She wasn’t celibate (what do you take her for?), but she wasn’t… she didn’t really have relationships. She says she simply isn’t into that sort of thing. She isn’t feeling in the mood for love, her hotel is closed. That sort of thing.
Minerva McGonagall was quite happy by herself; she didn’t need someone to complete her. She was complete completely alone.
Oh, so very alone.
Minerva was quite sure that her sanity had left some times ago. There was just something very, very wrong with her, because she wasn’t paying attention to the quidditch game.
Minerva was paying attention to the referee.
Minerva unconsciously swayed with the broom, keeping in tune to the way she swerved and ducked. Minerva’s heart was swelling with every move that broomstick made. It was strange, but, although she wouldn’t admit it, Minerva didn’t find it entirely anything entirely about it. In fact, she felt… well… fluttery. In a fluttery, lifting way.
Yes, she had definitely lost her mind.
Hooch jumped off her broom artfully, stretching like a cat. Minerva tried to avert her eyes. She liked this way too much, and that thought deep in her mind didn’t stop her from smiling and walking up to Hooch, her uncharacteristic grin, she was sure, giving her away. Damn, she was falling hard.
Minerva made a strangled noise, her head resting against the edge of the bath tub. She felt a hand trail down her spine and she arched into the touch. There was a cool breath on her neck and she felt lips push into her skin. The hand pressed into her and continued to move down. Minerva panted, anxious and aroused and wanting that hand to get the hell where it was supposed to be, yet Hooch seemed in no hurry. Damn harlot.
The hand curved around Minerva’s arse and she almost sighed as the hand moved closer to where she wanted it and then… it kept moving. The hand soon became an arm and Hooch’s hand was pressed against the side of the tub, her arm pressing upwards into Minerva.
Minerva made a cry of protest and, unable to wait longer, began to rock back and forth against the arm, grinding herself against it. Hooch kissed her neck, swiping her tongue against the wet skin and smiling as she felt a different kind of wetness rub up against her arm, over and over again. Minerva was suddenly hit with the thought that this was exactly what Hooch had wanted, what she had meant for Minerva to do all the time. And Minerva was also hit with the thought that this woman was besting her. She was…
Minerva’s head rubbed up against the side of the tub, up and down in the rhythm of her motions, her body moving up and down and her hands scrambling for purchase to help push herself down harder. Her head would bob under the surface for a moment, water flooding her mouth if she hadn’t been quick enough to close it and stop her gasps and moans. She’d splutter when she came up again, and then go back down, wanting to press herself as hard as she could and not giving a flying fuck that she was partially drowning herself every single fucking time.
Minerva felt spasms of pleasure beginning to build up, her eyes screwed up and she her hands tightened on the edge of the tub, her head still bobbing against the side, and Hooch pulled her arm up, lifting up Minerva higher.
Minerva let out a cry in surprise, wobbling dangerously before folding her arms over the cool tiles, part of her upper body reached over the top, and lying that part of her on the cool, smooth surface. She ground herself harder, feeling a release impending.
Minerva heard Hooch gasp as she screamed, arching and pressing into the arm and coming all over Hooch. Minerva squeezed her eyes shut and panted against the crook of her elbow, smelling salty water on her skin, as Hooch bent and kissed her spine, licking and sucking on the bones that stuck out.
Hooch smiled back and Minerva felt her heart melt. She began to run towards Hooch, her arms outstretched for a hug, when a badly placed broom caused her to trip and fall flat on her face. Minerva laid there for a second, stunned, as she heard Hooch roar with laughter.
Minerva McGonagall did not simply trip and fall, it wasn’t her… it just wasn’t goddamnit! Hooch smiled and grabbed her hand, helping her to her feet. Minerva frowned and glared into space, cursing every broom that was ever made and herself for her stupidity and clumsiness. DAMN IT ALL! Minerva hated this non-control thing.
There was a silence that she found she couldn’t stand and she
glanced over at Hooch, wanting to read her expression. Perhaps she was feeling as unsettled as she was? Perhaps Hooch was thinking that this was a terrible risk; perhaps she was torn inside perhaps… she was smiling. That stupid, idiotic wench was smiling! She looked like she was about to laugh! No one laughs at Minerva McGonagall! It just… it’s just not done!
Minerva was about to yell some obscenity when she felt a hand on her arm. A cool, slightly sweaty, hand. Minerva felt all her blood relocate to that one spot on her arm and she stopped, her mouth open and her eyes still blazing, though she supposed there wasn’t any fire beneath it. God, she must have looked like some angry Greek statue.
Damn that Hooch woman.
Smiling, a twinkle in her eye, Hooch leaned forward to Minerva’s ear. “There are too many people around,” she said, and Minerva got exactly what she was saying. Too many people around for them to act too close. Minerva nodded and made to move away, when the hand on her arm pulled her back. Minerva stumbled and fell against Hooch, bumping her nose against hers, Minerva’s arms falling against Hooch’s chest and their bodies forming together.
Minerva felt a very uncharacteristic blush seep across her cheeks as she stood, nose to nose, with her colleague. Hooch looked down at her as Minerva froze, unable to move. There was something deep and unreadable in Hooch’s eyes.
“Would you like to go for a ride?” Hooch asked suddenly, her voice low and soft. Minerva stood there for a second, even more frozen and Hooch smiled suddenly. “On my broomstick.” She added.
Minerva’s blush deepened and she nodded. Hooch moved away from her and Minerva felt herself stiffening and cursing everything under the sun. Goddamn pheromones.
Hooch picked up her broom and grinned at the angry expression on Minerva’s face. Getting on the broom in front of Hooch, Minerva crossed her arms and, with her eyes, melted holes into any of the unlucky people passing by.
Suddenly Hooch wrapped her arms around Minerva’s waist and they flew off the ground. Minerva let out a squeak and unconsciously pressed back into Hooch. She felt Hooch’s breath on her neck and she tensed, feeling the lips so close to her skin. Closing her eyes and trying to think of every chaste thought under the sun, Minerva gulped loudly. She felt Hooch grin against her neck.
There was something to be said for the power of thought and as Hooch pressed into Minerva she couldn’t help but abandon those chaste thoughts for more… intriguing ones. Ones that involved the fact that Hooch’s arms were on either side of her and that Hooch’s hands were gripping the broom directly in front of her crotch. Oh, dear god.
“Hey, Minerva.” Hooch towelled at her hair and Minerva felt her mouth go dry as the other woman stood before her, naked. “You don’t have to leave, go ahead and take a bath, I’ll keep you company.” Minerva wasn’t sure that was a good idea, not when there were so many things she wanted to do while in that bathtub… but, no. Hooch wasn’t like that. And, come to think of it, neither was Minerva.
They landed in some grassy area, probably in the forest; Minerva couldn’t tell as she hadn’t been able to pay much attention to where they were going during the ride. She gulped and, in her haste to get off the broom and away from Hooch before she attacked her, she tripped and fell on her face, again.
She could hear Hooch laughing again and was starting to feel more than a little pissed, when suddenly there was something very hot and something very heavy on top of her. Minerva moaned and arched as Hooch’s body settled onto her. It seemed that the other witch hadn’t found Minerva’s falling just funny.
Trailing her tongue down the side of Minerva’s neck, Hooch’s hands began to undo at Minerva’s robes. The grass pressed into Minerva’s cheek as she tossed her head to the side, lifting her hips and trying to grind into something, anything, just for a bit of much needed friction.
Hooch grinned as she pulled away Minerva’s robes and then her own, looking down at Minerva as she quivered with anticipation. The wind tickled against Minerva’s skin and she moaned again, her body arching and Hooch spread her legs, lusting at the wet, hotness settled in between them.
Hooch drew a finger up the middle of her crease slowly, coating her fingers in wet substance. Minerva’s neck arched away and her mouth opened in an “o”. Keening, she gave out a sob-like whimper.
Hooch sat up and kneeled, turning Minerva around so that her back was against the ground, and then bent forward and resting her weight on her hand, so that her body was draped over Minerva’s but they weren’t touching farther than their legs. Her other hand slid down Minerva’s sweat slicked stomach, revelling in the wet texture before stopping just before Minerva’s aching area.
Time seemed to stop for a moment as everything stood with an anticipating stand-still. Then Hooch plunged her fingers into Minerva and they were moving, fast, pumping against each other and Minerva was arching, her hand coming to find Hooch’s and she made frenzied circles around her clit, aching and pulsing and pushing into Hooch’s hand all the while.
Minerva’s muscles flexed and her hips arched painfully off the ground, her cries becoming of a painful sort and her head snapping back. Hooch felt tremors wrack her body at the sight and her eyelids fell shut and her mouth fell open as she felt an explosive wave tear through her. Minerva screamed, her cry echoing around them as her body clenched and unclenched.
Hooch collapsed onto Minerva, her breathing heavy and shallow. Minerva laughed breathlessly and Hooch lifted her head up, grinning.
“We should go for rides more often.” Hooch said, winking. Minerva laughed, again as Hooch settled down onto her, again. The whole thing had a strange feeling of familiarity that Minerva was finding she came to need. Something she desperately didn’t want to happen. Minerva’s smile faded as she felt Hooch’s fingers ghost over her lips.
Minerva closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly as the tips caressed her skin. And then, suddenly, she came to a realization. An epiphany, you could say. It hit her rock bottom and she felt a horrible twisting in her gut that wasn’t actually all that horrible.
It actually felt kind of nice.
Hooch felt nice.
Minerva liked Hooch.
Minerva… well, sod it all, sod it all to bloody, fucking hell Minerva was in love with Hooch and she was pretty damn sure Hooch was in love with her.
Minerva’s eyes turned steely with determination. She grabbed Hooch’s hand and held it closer to her lips, kissing each of the fingers in turn before kissing the inside of her palm, along her lifeline, the edges.
Hooch was surprised at first, she wasn’t used to Minerva being so forward, in any way, but after a hesitant laugh she settled in on an amused and content smile. And Minerva looked up and she saw that goofy smile and damn it all if she wasn’t falling in love.
And they laid out there, in the approaching dusk, naked, in each others’ arms and smiling, smiling and falling and it was fucking beautiful. And Minerva had never known that falling was such a wonderful thing.
Author: Mini Luv
Pairing: Hooch/McGonagall
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Minerva McGonagall does not fall in love. Never. No exceptions. There's many reasons for this and just because she can't list them off the top of her head doesn't mean they aren't important. Oh, denial is a wicked thing.
Genre:Smut, in its greatest form, with sprinkles of humour to complete the cake.
A/N: This was written as a pinch hit for hp_summersmut and for florence_craye. I actually really quite like this fic, if I remember it correctly. :)
There were certain things that Minerva McGonagall did not do; and loving was one of them. Not the love like you have for your brother or your close friend, she had more than enough of that. She loved all of her students (yes, even the Slytherins) and she, in her own way, even loved the other staff members. She did not, however, fall deeply in love with another person, because, though she hid it well, this loving thing, Minerva was very, very scared. And insecure. And nervous. When it came to that, at least.
So Minerva didn’t really fall in love. She wasn’t celibate (what do you take her for?), but she wasn’t… she didn’t really have relationships. She says she simply isn’t into that sort of thing. She isn’t feeling in the mood for love, her hotel is closed. That sort of thing.
Minerva McGonagall was quite happy by herself; she didn’t need someone to complete her. She was complete completely alone.
Oh, so very alone.
Minerva was quite sure that her sanity had left some times ago. There was just something very, very wrong with her, because she wasn’t paying attention to the quidditch game.
Minerva was paying attention to the referee.
Minerva unconsciously swayed with the broom, keeping in tune to the way she swerved and ducked. Minerva’s heart was swelling with every move that broomstick made. It was strange, but, although she wouldn’t admit it, Minerva didn’t find it entirely anything entirely about it. In fact, she felt… well… fluttery. In a fluttery, lifting way.
Yes, she had definitely lost her mind.
Hooch jumped off her broom artfully, stretching like a cat. Minerva tried to avert her eyes. She liked this way too much, and that thought deep in her mind didn’t stop her from smiling and walking up to Hooch, her uncharacteristic grin, she was sure, giving her away. Damn, she was falling hard.
Minerva made a strangled noise, her head resting against the edge of the bath tub. She felt a hand trail down her spine and she arched into the touch. There was a cool breath on her neck and she felt lips push into her skin. The hand pressed into her and continued to move down. Minerva panted, anxious and aroused and wanting that hand to get the hell where it was supposed to be, yet Hooch seemed in no hurry. Damn harlot.
The hand curved around Minerva’s arse and she almost sighed as the hand moved closer to where she wanted it and then… it kept moving. The hand soon became an arm and Hooch’s hand was pressed against the side of the tub, her arm pressing upwards into Minerva.
Minerva made a cry of protest and, unable to wait longer, began to rock back and forth against the arm, grinding herself against it. Hooch kissed her neck, swiping her tongue against the wet skin and smiling as she felt a different kind of wetness rub up against her arm, over and over again. Minerva was suddenly hit with the thought that this was exactly what Hooch had wanted, what she had meant for Minerva to do all the time. And Minerva was also hit with the thought that this woman was besting her. She was…
Minerva’s head rubbed up against the side of the tub, up and down in the rhythm of her motions, her body moving up and down and her hands scrambling for purchase to help push herself down harder. Her head would bob under the surface for a moment, water flooding her mouth if she hadn’t been quick enough to close it and stop her gasps and moans. She’d splutter when she came up again, and then go back down, wanting to press herself as hard as she could and not giving a flying fuck that she was partially drowning herself every single fucking time.
Minerva felt spasms of pleasure beginning to build up, her eyes screwed up and she her hands tightened on the edge of the tub, her head still bobbing against the side, and Hooch pulled her arm up, lifting up Minerva higher.
Minerva let out a cry in surprise, wobbling dangerously before folding her arms over the cool tiles, part of her upper body reached over the top, and lying that part of her on the cool, smooth surface. She ground herself harder, feeling a release impending.
Minerva heard Hooch gasp as she screamed, arching and pressing into the arm and coming all over Hooch. Minerva squeezed her eyes shut and panted against the crook of her elbow, smelling salty water on her skin, as Hooch bent and kissed her spine, licking and sucking on the bones that stuck out.
Hooch smiled back and Minerva felt her heart melt. She began to run towards Hooch, her arms outstretched for a hug, when a badly placed broom caused her to trip and fall flat on her face. Minerva laid there for a second, stunned, as she heard Hooch roar with laughter.
Minerva McGonagall did not simply trip and fall, it wasn’t her… it just wasn’t goddamnit! Hooch smiled and grabbed her hand, helping her to her feet. Minerva frowned and glared into space, cursing every broom that was ever made and herself for her stupidity and clumsiness. DAMN IT ALL! Minerva hated this non-control thing.
There was a silence that she found she couldn’t stand and she
glanced over at Hooch, wanting to read her expression. Perhaps she was feeling as unsettled as she was? Perhaps Hooch was thinking that this was a terrible risk; perhaps she was torn inside perhaps… she was smiling. That stupid, idiotic wench was smiling! She looked like she was about to laugh! No one laughs at Minerva McGonagall! It just… it’s just not done!
Minerva was about to yell some obscenity when she felt a hand on her arm. A cool, slightly sweaty, hand. Minerva felt all her blood relocate to that one spot on her arm and she stopped, her mouth open and her eyes still blazing, though she supposed there wasn’t any fire beneath it. God, she must have looked like some angry Greek statue.
Damn that Hooch woman.
Smiling, a twinkle in her eye, Hooch leaned forward to Minerva’s ear. “There are too many people around,” she said, and Minerva got exactly what she was saying. Too many people around for them to act too close. Minerva nodded and made to move away, when the hand on her arm pulled her back. Minerva stumbled and fell against Hooch, bumping her nose against hers, Minerva’s arms falling against Hooch’s chest and their bodies forming together.
Minerva felt a very uncharacteristic blush seep across her cheeks as she stood, nose to nose, with her colleague. Hooch looked down at her as Minerva froze, unable to move. There was something deep and unreadable in Hooch’s eyes.
“Would you like to go for a ride?” Hooch asked suddenly, her voice low and soft. Minerva stood there for a second, even more frozen and Hooch smiled suddenly. “On my broomstick.” She added.
Minerva’s blush deepened and she nodded. Hooch moved away from her and Minerva felt herself stiffening and cursing everything under the sun. Goddamn pheromones.
Hooch picked up her broom and grinned at the angry expression on Minerva’s face. Getting on the broom in front of Hooch, Minerva crossed her arms and, with her eyes, melted holes into any of the unlucky people passing by.
Suddenly Hooch wrapped her arms around Minerva’s waist and they flew off the ground. Minerva let out a squeak and unconsciously pressed back into Hooch. She felt Hooch’s breath on her neck and she tensed, feeling the lips so close to her skin. Closing her eyes and trying to think of every chaste thought under the sun, Minerva gulped loudly. She felt Hooch grin against her neck.
There was something to be said for the power of thought and as Hooch pressed into Minerva she couldn’t help but abandon those chaste thoughts for more… intriguing ones. Ones that involved the fact that Hooch’s arms were on either side of her and that Hooch’s hands were gripping the broom directly in front of her crotch. Oh, dear god.
“Hey, Minerva.” Hooch towelled at her hair and Minerva felt her mouth go dry as the other woman stood before her, naked. “You don’t have to leave, go ahead and take a bath, I’ll keep you company.” Minerva wasn’t sure that was a good idea, not when there were so many things she wanted to do while in that bathtub… but, no. Hooch wasn’t like that. And, come to think of it, neither was Minerva.
They landed in some grassy area, probably in the forest; Minerva couldn’t tell as she hadn’t been able to pay much attention to where they were going during the ride. She gulped and, in her haste to get off the broom and away from Hooch before she attacked her, she tripped and fell on her face, again.
She could hear Hooch laughing again and was starting to feel more than a little pissed, when suddenly there was something very hot and something very heavy on top of her. Minerva moaned and arched as Hooch’s body settled onto her. It seemed that the other witch hadn’t found Minerva’s falling just funny.
Trailing her tongue down the side of Minerva’s neck, Hooch’s hands began to undo at Minerva’s robes. The grass pressed into Minerva’s cheek as she tossed her head to the side, lifting her hips and trying to grind into something, anything, just for a bit of much needed friction.
Hooch grinned as she pulled away Minerva’s robes and then her own, looking down at Minerva as she quivered with anticipation. The wind tickled against Minerva’s skin and she moaned again, her body arching and Hooch spread her legs, lusting at the wet, hotness settled in between them.
Hooch drew a finger up the middle of her crease slowly, coating her fingers in wet substance. Minerva’s neck arched away and her mouth opened in an “o”. Keening, she gave out a sob-like whimper.
Hooch sat up and kneeled, turning Minerva around so that her back was against the ground, and then bent forward and resting her weight on her hand, so that her body was draped over Minerva’s but they weren’t touching farther than their legs. Her other hand slid down Minerva’s sweat slicked stomach, revelling in the wet texture before stopping just before Minerva’s aching area.
Time seemed to stop for a moment as everything stood with an anticipating stand-still. Then Hooch plunged her fingers into Minerva and they were moving, fast, pumping against each other and Minerva was arching, her hand coming to find Hooch’s and she made frenzied circles around her clit, aching and pulsing and pushing into Hooch’s hand all the while.
Minerva’s muscles flexed and her hips arched painfully off the ground, her cries becoming of a painful sort and her head snapping back. Hooch felt tremors wrack her body at the sight and her eyelids fell shut and her mouth fell open as she felt an explosive wave tear through her. Minerva screamed, her cry echoing around them as her body clenched and unclenched.
Hooch collapsed onto Minerva, her breathing heavy and shallow. Minerva laughed breathlessly and Hooch lifted her head up, grinning.
“We should go for rides more often.” Hooch said, winking. Minerva laughed, again as Hooch settled down onto her, again. The whole thing had a strange feeling of familiarity that Minerva was finding she came to need. Something she desperately didn’t want to happen. Minerva’s smile faded as she felt Hooch’s fingers ghost over her lips.
Minerva closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly as the tips caressed her skin. And then, suddenly, she came to a realization. An epiphany, you could say. It hit her rock bottom and she felt a horrible twisting in her gut that wasn’t actually all that horrible.
It actually felt kind of nice.
Hooch felt nice.
Minerva liked Hooch.
Minerva… well, sod it all, sod it all to bloody, fucking hell Minerva was in love with Hooch and she was pretty damn sure Hooch was in love with her.
Minerva’s eyes turned steely with determination. She grabbed Hooch’s hand and held it closer to her lips, kissing each of the fingers in turn before kissing the inside of her palm, along her lifeline, the edges.
Hooch was surprised at first, she wasn’t used to Minerva being so forward, in any way, but after a hesitant laugh she settled in on an amused and content smile. And Minerva looked up and she saw that goofy smile and damn it all if she wasn’t falling in love.
And they laid out there, in the approaching dusk, naked, in each others’ arms and smiling, smiling and falling and it was fucking beautiful. And Minerva had never known that falling was such a wonderful thing.