Unfulfilled Desires [Alfie]

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Windsor Christmas Party,
December, 2025

This was a relatively new situation for Alix Courtemanche. As the sensual, sexy sister of a superstar, Alix had always found that she could have her literal pick in sexual partners. Especially at a party, where people felt unaccomplished if they went home without someone to spend a more explicit end to the evening with. How was it then, that Alix was woefully unable to hook the particularly delicious fish that she had coveted? Morality. Alix's dark eyes let the lady drop from her sight with a sigh, instead looking for a more attainable target. Preferably unmarried, but then again marital status wasn't a deal breaker for Alix for she was a libertarian - who knows what arrangement the couple had between them? It was not her place to assume a diamond ring meant lifelong monogamy. Ew.

A waiter brought around a new round of bubbly and Alix engaged in brief small-talk with them as she took yet another glass. The liquid hit her lips and slid down her throat, tingling where the bubbles burst on their way to her rather empty stomach. Needless to say, it did not take long before the alcohol brought a nice flush to the youngest Courtemanche's cheeks. As she took another sip, she finally spied someone with whom she'd always enjoyed spending time. Her brother's friend, Alfie.

The man's back was turned away from her, but she knew from those wickedly sexy curls on his head that it was him. Alix put her glass down on the nearest surface as she slid like a panther stalking its prey over to the unsuspecting friend of hers. Already she could imagine the feeling of those curls wrapping themselves around her fingers as she held on tight to guide him to exactly the right place.

Merlin, Alix was thirsty tonight.

When she finally made it to stand behind Alfie, she snaked her hands around to cover his eyes, playfully giving a wink to any other guest that happened to look their way. She was shorter than him even now with her designer heels, but not so much that it wasn't an easy enough task. "Guess who," Alix whispered in a decidedly stronger French accent than she typically uses, pressing the front of her body against his back 'so she could reach'. "Joyeux Noël, Alfie," she said, genuine affection creeping into her voice.

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Alfie had never been a fan of large social gatherings or parties. There was only so much small talk he could take, and he hated when he couldn’t remember peoples names, or if he’d talked to them already that night. Everything felt fake, especially in a setting as high scale as the Windsor palace. Alfie came because Gus and a few of their friends had planned to attend, he figured why not. There was a moment he thought about inviting Tammy but he was afraid of what shenanigans she’d have to endure around his friends, so he decided against it, which he regretted. No wonder why he was still single.

Not too long into the party, he miraculously separated from his friends. Alfie somehow got sucked into a conversation with politicians, and in his drunken, mind numbed state, he could hardly take it. 

As Alfie set down his empty whiskey glass on a passerby waiters empty tray, his world went black with hands over his eyes. Someone declared ‘Guess who’ in a very thick French accent, which caused the Professor to stagger back drunkenly as a reflex. Alfie straightened up grabbing his footing, ”Alix” he answered easily with a chuckle. Alfie knew her scent and familiar tone. As a teacher, he had ‘eyes on the back of his head’ and remembered voices better he’d ever want to admit. The French accent was a dead giveaway as well.

Then, he felt her press her body against his back in a much more salacious manner than he was used to from Alix. They had flirted, but nothing like that. It wasn’t unwelcome, in his drunken state he quite liked boobs on his back…but, Alix. Gus’ sister. Alfie shifted his body to turn his body toward her so she wasn't clinging to him like a spider monkey. His arms opened to offer her a warm embrace, ”Yes. Whatever that means, I agree. Joyo Noel to ya as well.” he told her jokingly with a chuckle because he knew it couldn’t say it fancy like her. He figured it was along the lines of ‘Merry Christmas’ in French tongues, but being a mountain kid from Colorado who never took a French class, he couldn’t get the accent down. 

The look on her face and tone was happy, oozing with affection. It was contagious. Alfie's drunken smile spread as he stared down at her, and he couldn't help but notice her attire, "You look dashing." he said dorkily in a typical Alfie fashion, though he genuinely meant it.

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"Alix," oh how nice it was to hear her name said with such warmth and good cheer. It was like an emotional warm blanket wrapped around her shoulders and it brought the biggest, stupidest smile to the extremely tipsy young woman. She was quietly pleased with just how well her body melded into that of her friend, although she gave an easy chuckle herself when he staggered a little. She was lucky that he didn't mange to tread on her exposed toes, but she was far too intoxicated to have felt much pain even if he had. As Alfie twisted himself to face her, Alix let her fingers trace down from his face and along his neck to rest one hand on each shoulder. She didn't step out of his personal bubble, though.

"Mmm, you're lucky you're cute, butchering merry Christmas so thoroughly," Alix joked right back, her grin only growing as her eyes searched his for a moment. Then she eagerly wrapped her arms around him because apart from her nephew Raphael, so far Alfie gave the best hugs on the planet. Hands. Down. She pressed her ear against his chest and fancied that she could hear his heart for a brief moment before she reluctantly released him.

"Dashing? How very British of you," she teased, her tongue poking through her lips playfully at him. "It's even better from behind," Alix said with a wink before giving the slowest of twirls imaginable. Whilst her dress was cut high at the front, there was only enough fabric to cover her backside so that she did not get a terrible case of 'Plumber's Butt' at the party. There was a whole lot of bare skin, but Alix knew she had just the right cut in the dress to provide the smallest amount of visible side-boob when she moved. When she was satisfied that Alfie had time to appreciate just how dashing she was tonight, Alix returned to face him.

"It's so good to see you! Of all the people at this party, you are the best surprise," Alix beamed, reaching up to stroke the side of his face tenderly. "Merlin, who knew the Professor could scrub up so well," there was no denying, as Alix took a step back, that her eager eyes took him in with deep appreciation for his physical form. "Who're you lookin' all sexy for? Me?" Again her tongue poked through her cheeky smile because it was always fun to tease Gus' dorky bestie.

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Alix collided into him with a hug like she normally would, pressing her face against him affectionately as his arms wrapped around her for a squeeze. It was lovely in his drunken state. His head bobbed up and down when she joked about him calling her ‘Dashing’ but she received it anyways, saying it was very British of him. ”I’ve been practicing.” he said dryly with a smile. Alix followed by grabbing his face tenderly. Alfie didn’t have much time to react to this but he melted to her touch in his inebriated state.

Alfie couldn’t hide the flicker in his eye when she decided to do a dramatic slow spin for him to show off her attire. The drunken confidence allowed him to take her in like a tall glass of water. He nodded in appreciation of the low cut dress. ”Ooh, daaayum." he exclaimed in approval to hype her up because she looked amazing. Alfie couldn't hide the drunken smile from spreading across his lips. "You are quite the sight for sore eyes. I must say, very nice.” he chimed in a tone laced with flirtation, following with an animated chefs kiss.

Despite being incredibly drunk, Alfie could feel a sprinkle of bashfulness he’d usually get around Alix when she flirted with him. She was always a forward individual which made her very fun, only he never knew what to expect with her. One day it was a flirty comment, while some days she’d pinch or spank his bum to turn him into an awkward puddle. Today was different but he felt an electric static between them as they spoke today. They were standing very close.

Alfie could feel his face starting to get red when she said that he cleaned up well. He tried to cover it up with an eyebrow waggle when she asked who he was looking sexy for. Asking it if were for her. Well, she'd never called him sexy before. The statement made him chuckle a bit. ”How’d you know?” he asked with a flicker in his eye, but he could feel his shyness kicking in but the drunk side of him was trying to push it away. .

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"Do not practice too hard, I'd miss that American... comment dites-vous? Twang?" Alix replied, attempting as close an approximation to his accent as she could manage being French, speaking English and oh-so-very tipsy. Her smile widened into a grin as she felt him lean into her touch. It felt like warmth tingling from her palm down her arm much like the bubbles had done down her throat. Alix let her hand fall to turn around, like a peacock fluffing out her tail feathers and was it just her imagination or could she feel his eyes all over her? Well, that was very nice. Maybe, with the sight of her naked back Alfie might just realise she was a young woman and not just the funny little sister of his best friend.

"I've been practising," Alix returned when Alfie complimented her looks. She wasn't wrong, of course. She'd been practising looking this good for at least a decade, maybe more. With his chef's kiss, Alix let out a delighted giggle and shook her head. Alix wished then and there that the mistletoe she'd been under earlier that evening was above the pair now. It'd make turning the gesture into a proper kiss that little bit easier and - oh look. It was only a few backward steps away. It wouldn't be too hard to get him there. "If you think this looks good on..." she began, winking because she was sure that he could deduce the rest.

"Well, aren't I the lucky girl?" the woman replied easily. Alix enjoyed Alfie's company often, but even her own blood began to flow that bit faster with his proximity and receptivity. That look he gave her, she'd longed to see for quite some time. She wrapped her arms around his neck slowly, giving him an opportunity to duck away from her if he wanted, then replied with, "Alfie, all you need is that smile and nothing more." Alix found her fingertips tracing along the top of his collar, along the sensitive skin of Alife's neck.

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Alix’s ‘American’ accent made him laugh out loud. He was used to the thick French accent her and her brother Gus had. It took years to understand at times without making them repeat themselves. His head cocked to the side, ”Only if you promise not to do that accent again.” he teased playfully. A cheeky smile spread across his lips when she winked at him, insinuating if the dress looked good on…well, he knew the rest. Alfie was starting to come to realization that he quite liked the attention. In his drunken state it was hard to resist to temptation. He didn’t say anything to that but he bit his bottom lip, which was somewhat of an indicator to how he felt.

Her arms looped around his neck slowly, Alfie’s warm hands dropped to her waist as her body pressed against his, a hand boldy falling on the exposed skin on the small of her back. They shifted a couple of steps, but he wasn’t stepping away from her. He was so absorbed in Alix’s hotness that he didn’t notice the mistletoe in close proximity. Were they dancing? Was it another hug? It was kind of hard to tell as an onlooker, but their display appeared to be growing in intimacy, with the old politicians still chatting a few feet away from them.

A chill ran down his spine as Alix’s fingertips danced along the skin behind his neck. Now that was the spot. Alfie swallowed. Being a creature who craved affection, Alix was giving him everything he wanted in his inebriated state. He found his inhibitions getting more blurred as she told him that all he needed was his smile and no more.

His hazel eyes met hers with another spark, ”What for?” he dared to ask with a small growing smile. Quite enjoying their easy, flirty, banter back and forth.

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Alfie's easy laughter was infectious and despite her playfully shocked face, Alix couldn't hold the laugh back either. "It was pretty awful wasn't it?" Alix shook her head, to calm her giggles and blinked ever so innocently up through her lashes at her friend, saying "and yet it sounds so dashing on you, Alfie." Was she bold enough to tell him that it would sound even better delivered as pillow-talk? Alix mimicked the way he bit his bottom lip and the words seemed to get stuck behind her teeth. In her imagination, it was his lip her teeth were grazing.

Only an hour ago her exposed back had been receiving a lot of attention from another friend, only to have been dismissed by Charlotta. Now though? Alfie's hand spread warmth from his palm deep into her lower regions and her breath hitched for a moment in her throat. For all the times she'd played with his bottom, he'd never gotten so close to hers. He kept her close even as they stepped towards that festive little decoration and Alix fixed the wizard with her most sultry smile.

Oh, yes, Alix had forgotten about the other people at the party the moment her eyes had locked onto the Professor. Perhaps it was just her imagination, or the party had made a little bit of a bubble around the pair. Apparently there were more interesting things happening at the party anyway, than a girl getting cosy with a giggly boy.

When Alfie asked her what he needed a smile for, Alix's cheeks flushed a deep red. Surely he knew? "To make me..." Alix reached up just that little closer, to whisper into his ear. She felt those curls that she found so incredibly hot press against her cheek and she paused for a good second, taking in that delicious Alfie-musk she'd come to enjoy over the years... "oh, look, we're under the mistletoe" she leant back a little, arching her back to put a distance between her face and Alfie's if only for a second.

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Her fingers raked through his hair as she whispered that there was a mistletoe above them. The warm breath caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand upward as his expression flickered with amusement. He felt like a melting puddle in her hands. Alfie smiled again slowly to look upwards, the drunkenness causing it to grow. ”Ohh?” he nodded his head slowly in question.

It took him only about a second of consideration. Especially with that look on Alix’s face. The will to behave was diminishing. He wasn’t considering the fact that he was at a Windsor event, where students and coworkers may be present, because he was wrapped up in his moment with Alix. 

Alfie couldn’t help himself. ”Did you know, Mistletoes were originally introduced to religious Muggles to ward off witches and demons?” he asked her in a typical Alfie teacher-like drone. ”Guess they’re not effective against werewolves.” Alfie whispered back with a smug smile. Hell, if Alix managed to lure him to it, he wasn’t going to deprive a beautiful lady of a kiss. Especially in his drunken state when that sounded amazing.

His hands raised from her waist to cup her face. Their lips meshed a couple of times before getting carried away in a full fledged kiss, all thanks to an evergreen shrub. Warmth and desire spread amongst his insides. Suddenly he found it impossible to pull away. Alix was intoxicating.

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"... to ward off witches and demons." This sentence, for the briefest of moments, had Alix wondering if she'd pushed the teacher too far. Was it a subtle hint that she was a - oh, no, her worrying thoughts were cut short with his hands moving to cup her face. Alix's eyes closed as she delighted in the moment and her fingers moved into his hairline the instant his lips touched hers.

This is the kind of dangerous situation that Alix was all too happy to be involved in. This beautifully simple act of affection, moving her lips against Alfie's tentatively at first, was everything that she'd craved longer than she'd care to admit. As the kiss deepened, Alix had to fight the urge to drag the man to the nearest wall or help liberate him from his clothing. Easy, Alix.

"Oh my, Alfie, what a skillful tongue you have," Alix whispered breathlessly as she took a moment to compose herself. She would have to steal that Merlin-damned mistletoe and frame it for any time she needed a hot memory during a dry spell. Her chest rose and fell between them, feeling rather constrained by all the material between the pair. It seemed horribly unfair that they were surrounded by people at a party.

Before she rectified that, though, Alix couldn't help herself but use her fingers at the back of his neck to guide him into another hot kiss. This one had no pretense of Christmas traditions and it held about as much desire for the friend (whom she'd playfully chased for years) that she could publicly get away with.

"Alfie, I want you. Will you come home with me?" she asked in a heady whisper, one hand travelling up his harm to take his hand in her own. Oh, if only they were alone - the places she'd put that hand of his.

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Alfie didn’t have time to react to Alix when she complimented him on his tongue. But he smiled. The comment gave him a slight hint of bashfulness, but he overcame it when Alix’s fingers located at the back of his neck directed his face to her mouth again. The Professor knew he shouldn’t do it, but the boozed part of him threw all inhibitions into the wind. Alfie kissed her back fervently, tongues tangling as his hands fell down to her waist to pull her into his body. 

A little hypocritical for a Professor who frequently halted PDA's in the crowded Hogwarts hallways on the daily. Would be a shame to have a student do the same now...

There were sirens going off on inside his head telling him to stop. They were pushing boundaries and it was behavior that wouldn’t be considered appropriate around the crowd they were mingling in. Luckily, Alix pulled away from the kiss with a breathless proposition. She told him she wanted him. The primal part of him wanted her right there at that moment. Alfie was blown away by the kiss, instantly wanting, no, needing more. He wasn't thinking about Gus, or the fact that he was sucking face with his best friends sister..

Alix’s hand snaked for Alfie’s arm to grab him by the hand, he happily reciprocated. ”That’s an offer I can’t refuse. Let’s go.” he agreed easily, catching one last heated kiss from her lips. Alfie then breathed, a sense of reality seeping back into him for about a split second. His gaze fell on Alix, expression softening ever so slightly as he marinated in her sultry appearance, "...I don't think Gus should know about this." he said quietly, hating that those words were leaving his lips because he told Gus pretty much everything, but this was different.

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Well, Alix was having a much better Christmas Eve now that she was wrapped in the hot, drunken embrace of her very own Professor. No thought was given to the crowd, nor whether the hot manager would look on in disapproval, nor the fact that this man worked with her eldest brother nor that Alfie had the kind of bromance that Gus wished he had with that elder brother. Right about now there were two things that drove Alix: the blood in her alcohol system and the fact that it was fuelling her burning desire to copulate.

The Devil himself would have been proud of the smile she turned on Alfie when he willingly took her hand in his. Alix let herself be taken in by his kiss - it was almost as intoxicating as the few bottles of champagne she had no doubt drunk this evening. Those glasses really add up, after all.

Then he had to go and mention Gus. Alix paused with her fingers in the floo-powder and took him in for a good, hard second. "That is the last time you'll be saying anyone else's name but mine," she warned him, her tone one that meant business but her lips curled into her smile as she threw the powder into the fire place. "Come be my dirty little secret," she whispered moments before stepping into the green flames.

Alix would wait until he came with her, as it would be the first time he'd come back to her own apartment in London and as she stood in the green flames for half a second, she registered a mere sighting of her brother. Before her inebriated brain could decipher what was happening when she saw him though, she had said her address as clear as day and was on her way.

To do some very non-PG13 things with her sexy American, Alfie.

[The end?]

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