Princes in Exile

It's amazing, yet another chapter. I know! I'm happy to be writing again, my attorney can't stand my ex-husband and thinks he's a complete moron, and things aren't completely sucky. Life is good, for me at least, lol.

Here's chapter 13, a little lemon. Our naughty former potions professor confesses something to his wife. *wink, wink*

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The Princes and Minerva ate lunch in the Great Hall, the twins enthralled with how it echoed when they screeched which made their father’s head pound mercilessly. When he snarled under his breath, Minerva knew the old Potions Master was still there, just buried under his parental responsibilities.

“The next child to make that horrid sound will spend a month doing yard work. Am I understood?” he hissed in his teaching voice.

“Yes, Daddy.” Four little girls said in harmony, barely speaking above a whisper. Silently, they returned to their meal, the first time the girls had been exposed to English food.

“After you’ve finished, the lot of you are going to take a nap before we leave for the Weasley’s home. There will undoubtedly be a plethora of Weasleys there and I want you on your best behaviors.”

Jennifer continued to eat her mashed potatoes while she listened to Emily complain about napping, that she didn’t feel like she had to and that she was too old for naps! In her opinion the longer they took to get to the Burrow, the better. She had her family, and resented having to meet the family of the man who’s hurt her mother so badly.

“It’s not up for debate or discussion, Emily. Finish your meal.” Hermione—Mina—backed up her husband, pushing her own food around without eating much of it.

“Sev—Toby and Mina, I was going to have a bit of lie down also and was wondering if the girls would like to go up to Gryffindor tower. You two can go to the guest quarters in the dungeon for some quiet if you’d like.”

When Mina looked like she was going to disagree, Toby put his hand over hers. “We would very much appreciate that, Minerva. I’m sure the girls would like to spend some time with the woman their mother thinks so much of.”

“Tobias.”

“Mina, love. You need some time to relax before we leave for Molly and Arthur’s. Minerva’s been caring for foolhardy Gryffindors since before I was a student: I’m sure she can handle our five little angels, darling.”

Mina narrowed her eyes, looking at her husband of almost thirteen years. He was up to something.

“Alright. Don’t give Professor MacGonagall a hard time, girls.”

“We won’t, Mommy.”

“Be good.” Marika nodded her little head forcefully, her black curls bouncing around her shoulders.

“Hurry up, lasses. You should see what I have in the tower.”

Within five minutes the girls were finished and Minerva was leading them out of the Great hall, giving the two parents a wink before the door closed behind the six of them.

“Mr. Prince, why do I get the feeling you’re setting me up for something?”

“I’m hoping to set your mind at ease, my love. Nothing more.” The dark glint in his eyes belied his words, but Mina smiled and took his hand when he stood beside her.

Still holding her hand, he led her through the castle, down the stairs to the silent dungeon, where he used to teach for so long. With a whispered word that she couldn’t hear, the door behind the portrait that hid the entrance to his former offices slid open to reveal it. The room looked like it had when he’d taught her!

“Oh my! Why hasn’t anyone else used this room?”

“The castle is big enough for classes and staff six times larger than the current student body. No one has needed these quarters since we left.” He shrugged and pulled her into the room, his arms around her waist. He stood behind her, his chin on her head and smiled as she looked at the office in wonder.

“The House-Elves must have been keeping it clean all this time.”

“Most probably. When I taught here, while we were married, do you know what I used to do?” His breath whispered against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He ran his fingers up her bare arms, laughing huskily as he watched goose-bumps rise on her skin.
“Before things changed and we became Toby and Mina?”

“You graded papers here.”

“I fantasized about my wife here.” His teeth gently bit into the gentle flesh of her earlobe, causing Mina to moan softly into the stillness. He chuckled again and pulled her closer against his chest, pressing her bottom into his erection.

“Toby, we can’t, not here.”

“Why the hell not? Don’t you think that if things had turned out differently I wouldn’t be taking you on my desk every now and then? Stripping you naked here in my office while my Slytherin are on the other side of that wall? I’d have made you scream my name throughout the dungeons, making the children believe I truly did torture miscreants. We’d both know, though, that in fact I was torturing you most thoroughly with my tongue, my fingers, my lips,” his lips kissed a line across the back of her neck, his fingers nimbly releasing the buttons holding her blouse closed and letting it fall negligently to the stone floor. He cupped her full breasts, his thumbs rubbing over the hard points of her nipples that strained against the lace, seeking the heat of his flesh.

Mina moaned and tried to turn around, but he kept her within his arms, unable to do more than rub her ass against him and grip his forearms. “Toby.”

“Yes, love?”

“We shouldn’t…”

“No, we should. You’re so stressed and wound up that you’ve been snapping at the children over little things. Let me help relieve that tension.” His teeth gently bit her skin as he continued to undress her until she stood in front of him naked but for her underwear. With a whispered word, he undressed himself in a second.

“Haven’t forgotten much, have you?”

“Shhh. I’ve always imagined taking you on my desk, Potions papers flying to the ground as I lay you down and worship your body. Let me?”

“Sounds decadent. Alright.” Mina giggled and allowed him to guide her towards the desk, cleared but for a few notes that had been there the day he’d left, that day their world had changed.

Mina gasped when she felt the coldness of the wood against her hip and moaned when her husband gently pushed her forward onto it until she was splayed atop it, her chest pressed down. Her nipples ached for her lover’s lips. “Please!”

“I will. Indulge me, wife?” His erection slipped between her cheeks, between her legs to rub against her sensitive clit, coating his hardness with her wetness. He groaned and gripped around her waist, pulling her back against him as her legs widened without his prompting. Unable to utter another word, overwhelmed by the feel of his beloved, Toby entered her quickly, sinking into her heat and resting with his balls against her clit. They were breathing hard, the only sound in the office that hadn’t had an occupant in over a decade.

Without words, Toby told his wife how much he loved her, his hands roaming over her body and worshipping her as he had since the first time they’d made love. Slowly he moved behind her, squeezing her buttocks with each thrust, kissing his way down her spine, back up to nip the nape of her neck and sending shivers down her body. He moaned as she pushed back against him for more of his thrusts, begging him for more of his loving.

“Oh, Toby!”

“I love you, Mina!” His words were muttered against her neck as his thrusts became less regular, jerky and irregular. Mina pushed back against him, feeling the tightening between her legs, her breath coming faster as her orgasm built within her. Toby’s hand slid between her and the table, skimming between her legs to fondle her clit, feathering the tips of his fingers over the engorged little button of flesh. A couple of quick flicks had her coming around his cock as he spent himself inside her.

Pressed between her husband’s dead weight and the cold hard desk, Mina struggled to breath. She gave a hoarse chuckle and pushed up trying to move Toby from his resting spot.

“That wasn’t all that romantic, Tobias Prince,” she admonished as he withdrew and pulled her to her feet, whirling her around and into his embrace instantly.

“Maybe not, but it was a wicked fantasy of mine for a few months.” He grinned widely and bent to kiss her deeply, his tongue lightly running over her lips to beg for admission. She held him off for a little while, but ultimately sighed her submission and allowed him to deepen the kiss as he walked them backward slowly until the back of his shins felt the couch. He fell backwards and held onto his wife tightly, pulling her into a comfortable position with her head tucked under his chin and his arms around her, rubbing her back soothingly.

“I could stay like this all day.” Her soft voice was muffled against his chest. He tightened his hold and kissed her head.

“I’d let you if we didn’t have to do what we promised. I won’t let anything happen to you, Mina. I vow it to you.”

“You’re with me. I know everything will be fine. But I’m still worried. What if Jen—?”

“Don’t think about it. For the next two hours, Minerva has the girls and I don’t want you to worry about the meeting with the Weasley brood. It’s you and me, love.”

Mina sighed heavily but realized her husband must have conspired with the Headmistress to get this time alone before their confrontation with the Weasley family.

“I love you so much, Toby.”

“I’d hope so after giving me five beautiful daughters.” His bland respond made her giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Silly man.” She looked up at him and kissed him gently on his thin lips. He smield down at her and let his love show.