I Dream of Alan
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Alan Rickman
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,525
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Alan Rickman. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I Dream of Alan
I Dream of Alan
It's funny what the subconscious can do isn't it? It can make you think or do things that you know aren't real. It's more depressing than a wet Wednesday in Manchester City when your wicked Subconscious makes you dream of the one thing that you have always wanted and you wake up back to your dreary existence without it. The one thing I have always wanted is Alan Rickman...
I am on my own and it's a hot, summers day, which for this part of the world is something. I heard the doorbell ring and go and answer it dressed only in a red, satin slip I like to wear that only reaches down to my thigh and is rather low cut in the chest area. I open the door and he's standing outside and he looks me up and down and smirks a little raising his eyebrow.
"Can I come in? I'm dreadfully lost and I need to use a telephone!"
So, of course, speechless I open the door and he picks up the phone and dials a number. He then say's... "Hello, Jason, can you tell the film crew I'm lost and I won't be there for a while. I am in some strangers house I need to sit down and contemplate where I need to go with the atlas. I'm sorry, tell them I did start out early but you know how crap my sense of direction is!"
And I'm just standing there thinking: 'I've got Alan Rickman in my house talking to someone called Jason and he's lost, and I'M NOT DRESSED!'
This slip is rather revealing see and I've always been told to be modestly dressed around men. He puts the phone down and turns around and looks at me again.
"Jason'll tell them that I'll be late," he says. Then finding my voice I stammer out...
"Jason?"
"Jason Isaacs. We're doing another film together. We're good guys in this one though."
I had my jaw hung wide open and he stares around my hallway and rolls his eyes and sighs. "I'll get my map."
"Do you need anything?"
He doesn't answer. He comes in holding his map, meanwhile I decide to make him a cup of coffee. I find him in my bedroom and he's looking at my pictures of him on my bedroom wall by my bed. And I blush and explain:
"Well, er, it's always nice to look at you. I think you're attractive and you sometimes help me get over my nightmares."
He quirks his lips in a smile and puts the roadmap somewhere and takes the coffee and places it on my bookshelf. He brushes my hair aside and leans in and whispers in my ear:
"Do you need something more physical from me?" he murmurs hungrily as he's sliding his hand up my thigh. He starts kissing my throat and neck whilst his hands are travelling further up my body and he's kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples and my hands are in his soft, beautiful hair and he moans.
"What's your name?"
So I tell him and he moans my name and lays me gently on my bed taking down his trousers and boxers and he slips my panties off and he's smiling as he enters into me and...
It's funny what the subconscious can do isn't it? It can make you think or do things that you know aren't real. It's more depressing than a wet Wednesday in Manchester City when your wicked Subconscious makes you dream of the one thing that you have always wanted and you wake up back to your dreary existence without it. The one thing I have always wanted is Alan Rickman...
I am on my own and it's a hot, summers day, which for this part of the world is something. I heard the doorbell ring and go and answer it dressed only in a red, satin slip I like to wear that only reaches down to my thigh and is rather low cut in the chest area. I open the door and he's standing outside and he looks me up and down and smirks a little raising his eyebrow.
"Can I come in? I'm dreadfully lost and I need to use a telephone!"
So, of course, speechless I open the door and he picks up the phone and dials a number. He then say's... "Hello, Jason, can you tell the film crew I'm lost and I won't be there for a while. I am in some strangers house I need to sit down and contemplate where I need to go with the atlas. I'm sorry, tell them I did start out early but you know how crap my sense of direction is!"
And I'm just standing there thinking: 'I've got Alan Rickman in my house talking to someone called Jason and he's lost, and I'M NOT DRESSED!'
This slip is rather revealing see and I've always been told to be modestly dressed around men. He puts the phone down and turns around and looks at me again.
"Jason'll tell them that I'll be late," he says. Then finding my voice I stammer out...
"Jason?"
"Jason Isaacs. We're doing another film together. We're good guys in this one though."
I had my jaw hung wide open and he stares around my hallway and rolls his eyes and sighs. "I'll get my map."
"Do you need anything?"
He doesn't answer. He comes in holding his map, meanwhile I decide to make him a cup of coffee. I find him in my bedroom and he's looking at my pictures of him on my bedroom wall by my bed. And I blush and explain:
"Well, er, it's always nice to look at you. I think you're attractive and you sometimes help me get over my nightmares."
He quirks his lips in a smile and puts the roadmap somewhere and takes the coffee and places it on my bookshelf. He brushes my hair aside and leans in and whispers in my ear:
"Do you need something more physical from me?" he murmurs hungrily as he's sliding his hand up my thigh. He starts kissing my throat and neck whilst his hands are travelling further up my body and he's kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples and my hands are in his soft, beautiful hair and he moans.
"What's your name?"
So I tell him and he moans my name and lays me gently on my bed taking down his trousers and boxers and he slips my panties off and he's smiling as he enters into me and...