Stay with me

What a turn of advents

Minerva made herself comfortable in the living room, she'd opted for the settee this time.
Severus entered carrying a tray, though stopped momentarily as he took the sight before him in. There she leant in to the cushions of the settee and brought her feet up onto the furniture, tucking them beneath her. She'd removed her teaching robes and replaced them with a satin dressing gown. Her hair still remained in its bun, for the time being that is.

Severus continued his journey and set the tray down on the coffee table, before arranging the tea cups and pot around, as well as preparing her tea for her. Minerva watched him as he made her tea, his hands and the way they took such care when handling her delicate China.
She smiled as she accepted the tea from his out stretched hand, flashing him a smile of appreciation before taking a sip. The man took a seat himself, on the other side, resting against the arm. There wasn't much room between them, though enough so they wouldn't touch. The fire lit itself and a smile crept onto his face when he felt two little feet nudging the side of his leg. He adjusted his position, allowing her to tuck her stone cold feet beneath him, and his hand fell to her covered shin. His tea rested in his hand on the arm of the settee, as he turned his attention to the woman who now faced him, her back resting against the adjacent pillow covered arm of the sofa. She silently sipped her tea, seemingly oblivious to his watchful eye.

Her robe parted slightly, revealing her casual black polo neck dress. He knew exactly what one it was, it stopped just before touching the floor and complimented her figure rather nicely, not that it mattered when she wore her teaching robes, they buried her frame.
"So, how long do you think Sybil will go without her first outburst of 'we're all going to die!' I'd say maybe a week, tops." Her voice broke him from his trance, he shrugged then brought the delicate china to his lips and took a sip.
"I'd say a few days, she was really on edge today at lunch, more so than usual." His gaze got lost amongst the flames.
"Hm, I had noticed that too. I also noticed her talking to herself in the hallway."
"Like you do you mean?"
"No, I merely bounce ideas off of myself from time to time. The only person I can find any reason from is myself, Sybil was muttering to herself and jumping at her own shadow like some sort of tormented deer." Minerva said matter of factually. He chuckled, slowly dragging his thumb across her shin in a slow caress. He enjoyed moments like these, where words weren't always required, though brief conversations drifted between them. He also enjoyed the familiarity of it, of her. He couldn't stand one more minute with any of his colleagues, or anyone for that matter, Dumbledore was an exception but even he had his limitations. Too much Dumbledore would drive anyone insane. Minerva however, he could spend eternity with her and not tire of her.

Without realising, his attention had shifted to her, and his hand no longer caressed the fabrics of her dress, but the soft skin of her shin. She'd shifted without him realising, and her dress had ridden up slightly. Despite the skin on skin contact, Minerva appeared quite content as she skimmed through the newspaper, where she whipped that from he had no idea, but that was unimportant.
His eyes drifted to her bare shin and ankles, watching his own hand as they gently ran across her skin. Did she feel the tingling sensations he did? Or had his hand simply gone dead?

Drinking the rest of his tea, he sent the cup and saucer on its way before carefully adjusting his position. He reached for her ankles, gently moving her feet from beneath him and on to his lap.
"You want me to be cold, is that it?" She watched the man, curious as to what he was up to.
"Go back to your paper." Minerva was getting ready to argue when she felt a pair of warm hands slowly rubbing her feet, and oh did that feel nice. Severus dared a glance at the woman, happy to find she'd closed her eyes and relaxed at his touch. Hesitantly his eyes shifted from the peaceful looking face of Minerva to the feet at hand. They were soft, cold but ever so smooth.

As he slowly moved upto her heel, the witch began laughing, her foot squirming in his hand, he looked up at her to see her grinning. "That tickled." He arched his own brown in amusement, Minerva Mcgonagall ticklish, who'd have thought. That was definitely something he'd remember, though curious as to other ticklish spots she might have.
With a straight face Severus repeated his actions, earning an undignified squeal from the woman.
"You'd better stop that." She gave him that look, that stern 'you'd better behave yourself look' but it was so tempting, oh so very tempting.
"Or?" He dared ask, Minerva's stare only became more stern.
"Or, I'll not be responsible for my actions."
"Is that a threat Minerva dear?" Severus tutted, shaking his head.
"Oh heavens no, more of a promise."
A moment passed, but the urge was too strong,
Minerva tried to get her foot out of his grasp but he was too strong and she was too busy trying to breath through laughter and tears and somewhere between the giggles and helpless cries Minerva for the first time ever, found herself begging.
"Please, no more I'll do anything." Her face was no longer relaxed and calm, but red and flustered as she fought for breath. Severus didn't at any point find her current state unpleasant, in fact he found himself liking her flushed face, staggered breathing and disheveled look very much.
Severus faltered, eyeing her over, her eyes flickered before finding his.
"Anything you say?" He pondered a moment, oh there were plenty of things he'd gladly like to see this woman do, but what could possibly be the most torturous thing that it would wind her up? For now he'd have to take a rain check.
"I'll take you up on that offer." He reached for her foot once more. Minerva's eyes widen as she quickly sat up, pulling both feet away and tucking them beneath herself.
"Oh no, I'm not falling for that again."
"I won't tickle you." He stated in his monotone voice, though his eyes still held a glint of mischief.
"Liar, I can see it written all over your face!" Minerva made a point to try and push herself as far away from him as the settee would allow.
With a huff the man stood up.
"Where are you going?" Was that a glimmer of sadness in her eyes? Oh how this woman tormented him without even realising it.
With a grumble Severus moved to stand in front of her, before kneeling down.
"What are you doing?" Minerva frowned at the peculiar man.  He leaned forward slightly, his hand coming to rest on her knee.
"I promise I won't tickle you."
"You really are a peculiar young, old fool, do you know that?" Minerva adjusted her position slightly, lowering her feet to his grasp.
"I am warning you though, this is your last chance." The man grumbled something in response before bringing his thumbs back to the arch of her foot applying light pressure, he began rotating one thumb clockwise and the other one counterclockwise, Earning an unexpected moan from the witch. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the shock of such a noise escaping her lips. His dark eyes shifted to her face, cheeks tinted with red, as she bit her bottom lip. She made no effort to stop him, and he smirked, repeating his previous step, earning a whimper this time.
"I'm glad to hear you're enjoying this."
"Shut up." She snapped, turning her face away.
Severus found himself chuckling, had he known a simple foot massage would have warranted these reactions from the woman he'd have done it years ago.
His attention soon returned to his current job as he swapped feet, treating the next one with the same care as he did the first, fully aware of the blue eyes watching him now.

Coming to the end of the massage, he looks upto her. She'd closed her eyes once again and her empty cup lay forgotten on the settee.
"How does that feel?"
"Wonderful." The woman smiles, her eyes remaining closed.
"Who'd have thought your hands were capable of such things."
"You should see what else they're capable of." Minerva's eyes shot open at that remark, her mouth suddenly becoming very dry.
His face held no emotion as he raised her foot carefully level with his face, though before Minerva could question his intentions he placed a soft kiss at the top of her foot. Minerva gasped, watching as he planted another three kisses on the top of her foot, his dark orbs never leaving hers.

His movements paused, giving the women the opportunity to pull away but she didn't. He tilted her foot slightly, planting a little kiss on the sole of her foot. Minerva bit her lip, whatever the man was doing he'd won. She'd decided then and there that he'd won.
He repeated this with the other one, only this time he moved and placed a tender kiss to her ankle, before slowly running his hands up the side of her leg beneath her dress and stopped at her knee.

"Now was that so bad?" His voice was low and husky and Minerva found herself unable to speak. She shook her head, No. And damned her body for reacting the way it does.
His smug smirk reappeared at the sound of her purring.