lightofdaye | Drabble Series: Unattainable(?) (Albus Severus/Victoire)

Title: Unattainable(?)
Word Count: 4 x 100
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Albus Severus Potter/Victoire Weasley
Content: vaginal sex, cowgirl position, angst, aroace Albus Severus.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Everyone knew Al fancied Victoire, no-one knew it was because it was never supposed to happen.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for

hp_nextgen100's Prompt #352: "Worth The Wait". There were so many happy/fluffy directions to take this. No idea why this came to mind. Didn't quite go like I wanted but it got the point across.

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Albus Severus Potter had always said, if asked, that he had a crush on Victoire Weasley. He’d never expected it to happen, not even when she’d split up with Teddy.

Then she turned up at his door with a bottle of wine.

Al flushed pink when she kissed him, her hands moving smoothly through his hair.

His heart was hammering hard in his chest as he stumbled his way with her into his bedroom.

Lying flat on his back, Al told himself that he was excited as she straddled him because he knew that was the reaction he should have.

Al looked up with wide eyes at Victoire riding him; her fine golden hair rippling as she tossed her head, her pert breasts were capped with hard pink nipples and her pale skin shone with sweat.

He felt like any other man would come instantly at the sight, but his heart was still hammering unpleasantly, his mouth was dry. If he hadn’t been in his own home, he’d probably be running on the door to escape.

“Fuck,” moaned Victoire, who was shaking. “You’ve got stamina, we should have done this ages ago. Was it worth the wait?”

“Yes!” lied Al.

Victoire closed her eyes, and Al knew what he was supposed to do. Luckily she couldn’t see his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her. One hand cupped her breast, the other reached out to touch between her legs. His face twitched and he pulled back as he felt her wetness, then rubbed again.

Victoire didn’t noticed his hesitance she was too busy screaming her head off. She rolled off him with a smile on her face, not noticing he was still hard.

He hadn’t come, he hadn’t even been close, Al knew, what was wrong with him?

Albus listened to Victoire sleep next to him, curled up contentedly. This was exactly what he told anyone who asked him that he wanted. They smiled and nodded and understood, they all fancied Victoire too, so it made to sense to them. They didn’t ask again.

He’d even let himself believe it was the truth.

Victoire had been a conveniently unattainable. He’d never had to tell anyone or admit to himself he just wasn’t interested in sex at all.

And now he’d actually had her and it was going to be twice as hard to let anyone know the truth.