An Alan Rickman (fan)tasy

The door bell rang and my stomach flip flopped. He was here. I rushed to let him in and broke into a dopey grin when I saw him. Even at sixty four he was magnificent, his thick silver hair, the beautiful hazel eyes and delicious lips. We'd meet up like this about three times a month for sex, amazing, explosive sex.

I invited him in and as soon as the door was closed, his mouth was on mine and we were tearing each other's clothes off.

" God, I've missed you." I panted as he threw me onto the bed.

Let me explain how this started...

Myself and a friend made a risky move to London, risky because neither of us had a job and no way to pay the rent on the tiny flat we'd found on gumtree. But it's amazing how fate works. After only two days in the city I'd got a job at Nom's, a kitch restaurant come wine bar In the West End.

One night, at around a quarter to eleven, we were getting ready to close up. There were a few stragglers taking a long time to finish their drinks, a hen party murdering a Queen classic on the karaoke and a very unhappy staff impatient to get home.

I was busy putting the empty glasses into the dish washer when I heard, " Excuse me, are you still serving?"

I sighed and turned to tell this unfortunate soul that we were just about to start kicking people out. Then I stopped. Good God, it's Alan Rickman. Don't you dare refuse him a drink!

" Uh..." I pretended to check my watch. " I suppose I could get you a drink, this once."

He grinned, " Merlot, then please."

I poured him a glass of the sickly stuff, I personally can't stand wine, the smell alone is enough to make me feel sick.

" I could get fired for this, you know."

" Well we can't have that..."

" It's okay, it's only illegal if I sell it to you. Let's call this a free sample." This really wasn't like me. Not the slight bending of the rules, I did that all the time. No, I wasn't usually this forward with gorgeous men.

" That really is rather generous of you. I'm Alan, by the way."

" Lexi."

By the time I got home that night, I was more than ready for bed, it had been a very long day, serving food, keeping overly-touchy punters in line, flirting with velvet-voiced acting institutions.

" How was work?" Holly, my friend, asked as I headed for the bathroom.

" Same old." I lied with a smile and a shrug. " I want my bed."

She laughed, " Night then."

" Night, love."