Signing the last piece of paper in sight on his desk, Cormac set his quill aside and breathed a sigh of relief. I am DONE and gone. Grabbing his cloak and deliberately leaving his bag in his office, he made his way to the Atrium and found an available fireplace to Floo from. "The Broom Shed," he stated, and stepped into the fireplace. Stepping out into a much more relaxed atmosphere, he removed his cloak and threw it on a peg in the corner. He walked towards the bar, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, sat on a stool, and proceeded to loosen his tie.

Alicia was sitting at the bar in The Broom Shed, drinking. She'd come, hoping Katie would be working, but found she had come about five minutes too late, and so decided to hang about for a bit anyways, nursing a pint of stout. She'd not bothered to dress up, for who was there to impress? Cormac? He hadn't responded to her note yet, so she assumed he'd not wanted to play, after all. Dean? Well, she wasn't really the type to shag her good friends, no matter how good they were at snogging, despite her encounter with Fred. Charlie? She would be seeing him tomorrow, and really, he was sort of like a brother. No, she'd pulled on jeans and a cute, but simple top and headed out. She was only going to drink this one stout, and only because Aiden had insisted he treat her to a drink for good luck in her game the next day. "You haven't been by in a while. Sign an autograph if you're asked, that is all the payment I need," he'd said, before bustling off to see to another customer. Making a mental note to bring in a signed jersey for him, she sipped her drink. She was tired, and more than a bit cranky, and her steely-eyed reserve had chased off more than one bloke trying to chat her up, although she'd still been approached for about ten autographs, and she was only about a quarter done her drink.

Taking off his tie altogether and tossing it on the bar, Cormac looked up to see Aiden there smiling, waiting to take his order.

"Evening, Mr McLaggen."

"Aiden," Cormac said with a smile, "how've you been? And how's that beautiful daughter of yours?"

"Beautiful as ever," Aiden said. "What can I get for you?"

"The usual, please. Firewhisky. Tall glass."

Alicia looked up as Aiden said Cormac's surname. It wasn't that common of a name, and he was partly the reason she'd come looking for Katie. She closed her eyes upon spotting him, and shook her head as if hoping he'd disappear if she did so. The fates are not kind, she decided when she opened her eyes to see him still sitting there, two seats over, drinking Firewhisky. Lord but he's good-looking. But if he's not interested in playing, he's not interested in playing. Maybe I should owl Dean, tell him it's an emergency, and drag him into bed... Her thoughts were broken by Aiden standing over her again.

"Something wrong with your stout, Ali, love?" The concern was evident on Aiden's face and Alicia smiled.

"Not at all, Aiden, you dear man," Alicia smiled broadly at the man. "It's so good, I just want to savor it." She looked over at Cormac. "My problems are merely of the gaming variety."

"Well, don't sweat tomorrow's game, love. I know the Falcons are known for rough play, but you're smart and fast; I'm sure you won't do anything that will get you hurt." Aiden patted the girl's head fondly and headed off to check on other customers. When Alicia turned to look at Cormac again, her gaze was met by his. Never show fear or frustration. Game face, girl. With that thought, she smiled and winked, turning back to her drink and grinning to herself. His gaze had said it all. He was still playing.

Cormac stood up, grabbed his drink and tie, and moved towards the empty stool next to Alicia. "May I sit down?"

She nodded and waved him on.

Sitting down, he said, "Good evening. Just the woman I wanted to see." He chuckled. "Well, I've been seeing lots of you, but it's nice to be able to see you in person. And I haven't properly thanked you for the portrait. I'm enjoying it-it's beautiful."

Alicia turned to Cormac and placed a hand on his leg. "Is it, C? Or are you just saying that to be polite? I was very nearly offended by the lack of response." She trailed her hand back along his leg slowly, and grinned. "But is that the only reason you decided to sit closer to me? Because somehow I didn't take you for the effusive type."

"It's the truth-no politeness required." He took a sip of his Firewhisky. Okay, Cormac. Just apologize. You were less than...er...honorable? Just suck it up and do it. Trying to feel sincerely apologetic, Cormac said, "Alicia, I'd like to apologize."

Alicia felt her jaw drop, and she quickly snapped her mouth closed. "You are apologizing?"

He took another long drink and tried to smother the side of him telling him to stop talking. "Well, er, yes. But not for returning the kiss of a beautiful woman. I'd like to apologize for being an arse. I shouldn't have acted the way I did-after." There. He watched her, waiting for a reaction, or at least for a sign that he should duck or run.

Alicia looked at him, pondering. It's as if the prat knew exactly what bothered me about the situation. "Indeed, it was rather... juvenile of you. Angie's beautiful, however, and had she snogged me, I probably would have kissed her back too," she said watching as he took a sip of his drink, before smirking into her own. "Apology accepted, C. And it didn't even kill you."

Relaxing somewhat, he had to smile. She'd kiss Angie, too? My kind of girl. He moved a bit closer to Alicia. "You know," he said softly, "I really do appreciate the painting. It's hanging in my sitting room."

"Is it now?" She could smell him, and she let the scent of cedar wood, and leather fill her nostrils. Merlin, he smells as nice as he looks tonight. "And does it look well in your sitting room?" She moved so her knee was between his legs. "It'd be interesting to know how I fit in with your... decor." Her eyes glinted with mischief as she took another sip of her stout, and grinned at him.

"I could describe it to you if you wish," he said with sly smile. "Or, and this would be my personal favorite, you could come see for yourself." He grabbed his tie off the bar, settled his tab, and offered her his arm. "Would you like to accompany me back to my flat?" he asked as he grabbed his cloak from the rack.

Alicia tilted her head to one side, finishing her stout. "Now, now, C. I'm not quite sure if I should. I do have a game tomorrow... Are you the type to exhilarate a girl... Or exhaust her?" She stood, and then, allowing her desire to make the decision, she took his arm.

"Good decision," he said, and Apparated them back to the sitting room of his flat. It was a tastefully decorated room, yet somewhat Spartan in its appearance with burgundy walls, cream-coloured carpeting and cream furniture. Sitting on the mantle above the fireplace, was the picture of Alicia.

Cormac led her over to stand in front of the fireplace with him. "Do you approve? Nice spot?"

Alica grinned. "I think so. You seem to have good taste in decor. I like it."

Cormac wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to his chest. "I do have good taste, don't I?" he said, and he began kissing Alicia in earnest. Running his hands down her sides, he found the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, only to see her undershirt still in place. Pulling that off roughly, he froze when her breasts came into view. "Mmm...nice," he murmured appreciatively. Moving his hands to hold a breast in each, he kissed a trail from her neck to her breasts, slowly kneading her breasts as his tongue left a trail of moist heat around a pert nipple. He continued his gentle licking and teasing, thoroughly enjoying the little whimpering noises coming from Alicia. He gently nipped at a nipple with his teeth, alternating between that and blowing on her skin. She dug her nails into his back and Cormac instinctively moved against her.

Running her hands up into his hair, Alicia moaned and then gently pulled his head so she could look him in the eyes. "Bed?" Her voice was husky, and she was all too eager to wrap her legs around him as he lifted her up so that he could carry her to the bedroom. While he did so, she teased him by taking his earlobe into her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it a bit. She sighed as he bumped his king-sized bed with his knees and laid her down, settling his weight on top of her. Reaching up, she tangled a hand in his hair.

"Mmm...More," he said, "with the hair. Pull it a little."

Never to be one to deny a lover's request, Alicia put both hands in his hair, running her fingers through it and pulling as she neared the back of his head. Pulling herself up slightly, she caught a bit of his collarbone in her mouth and scraped her teeth along it. Moaning a bit, she brought his head down to meet her lips. Sliding his tongue along her bottom lip, he immediately gained entry for his tongue, while she pulled to varying degrees at his hair with one hand, and trailed her nails down his back with the other. "You do know you are wearing too much clothing, yeah?"

"Too true, love," he said while unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it over his head. He unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down over his legs where they pooled around his ankles on the floor. Standing there in just his boxers, he looked at Alicia and smirked, and moved to unbutton Alicia's trousers, pulling them along with her knickers down her long toned legs. His breath quickened from the sight, and he immediately went back to worshiping her body with his mouth. With his hands holding her hips, he licked and sucked his way down her chest to her navel, and ran circles around it with his tongue.

Arching against his ministrations, a whimper escaped Alicia. She pulled him up to her and brought his lips down to hers. Not breaking the kiss, she managed to flip them over so she was on top. Grabbing his wrists, she began nuzzling his neck, catching his pulse between her teeth. She moved lower, releasing his wrists, and dragging her nails along his chest lightly as they worked their way down towards his pants. Moving farther down, her hair formed a curtain, framing her face as her mouth left hot kisses along the waistband. A moment later, after discovering his hips were highly sensitive, she divested him of his pants. She bit her lip as she looked at him, and then lowered her mouth to the tip of his erection, her hands gripping his thighs. Giving a teasing lick, she smirked at him before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could.

Biting back a groan, Cormac gathered a handful of Alicia's hair and piled it on top of her head so he could watch her movements. "Merlin, love. You are hot."

Alicia, knowing that the vibrations would nearly kill him, merely hummed around him in response, her hand playing gently with his balls. She started to increase her pace, enjoying the jerks of pleasure he was rewarding her efforts with.

Almost ready to lose himself, Cormac sat up and pushed Alicia back down on the bed. He spread her legs and kneeled between them, positioning himself to return the favor. He lowered his head and kissed from her knee up to her center, sucking softly as he smiled to himself at the same time. Merlin, I'm a lucky, lucky man. He licked her repeatedly with quick flicks of his tongue and inserted one long finger into her. She moaned and bucked under his touch and pushed against his hand and he inserted another finger, increasing the tempo of the thrusting.

"Merlin, C..." She could hardly speak, and instead, worked her fingers into his hair and guided him back up to her. "I want to feel you, in me... now."

Hair mussed, eyes dark, Cormac grinned. "Can do, love." He rolled onto his back, carrying Alicia with him so she was resting atop him with her knees on either side of his legs. He lifted her hips and positioned her over his erection and pulled her down as he thrust upwards. Actually feeling her tightness around him was even better than he had imagined it would be. He pulled her down to his chest until her breasts were pressed firmly against him. "Merlin, you feel wonderful."

Alicia smiled and kissed him in response, before pushing up with her arms and starting to move... slowly at first and then as her need for release grew, she began moving faster. "Dear Gods, Cormac," she panted out the words, leaning down to kiss him once more.

Smoothly and quickly, Cormac flipped them over to enjoy better leverage and began pounding furiously into her, hissing when she ran her nails up his back. He grunted his approval when Alicia threw her legs up around his back. She whimpered and he brought his hand down between them and rubbed slow circles against her clit, wanting to bring her to orgasm so he could start thinking about his own.

His touch upon the sensitive nub was too much. As the first wave began to threaten taking over her, she yanked on his hair, a bit harder than she'd intended. Hearing a satisfied groan, she pulled him by his hair down so that she could suck on his neck. As she sucked on his neck hard enough to leave a mark, her orgasm overtook her, and her head fell back. Dear Merlin, but he is good.

Cormac pumped faster against her, and bit at one of her nipples as he felt her convulsing around him, wanting to push her completely over the edge. He watched her face; it was a glorious sight. Willing her to open her eyes, and waiting until she did, he said in a deep voice, "You're beautiful when you come, Alicia." Gasping as he felt his own release fast approaching, he slammed into her a few more times and tensed up, his brow furrowing. He thrust once more and groaned, sounding almost as if he were in pain. He was still for a moment, and then he kissed Alicia softly and dropped his forehead against hers, his breathing erratic.

Alicia kissed him again, and smiled against his lips. "That was wonderful, Cormac." She laughed a little and sighed, turning to look around the room. It was dark, with very masculine furniture. "Nice place, by the way." She turned to look at him again and smiled. Suddenly she realized that she was going to be the one making an exit, rather than him. She bit her lip, wondering if she should ask if she could stay. She hated leaving right after sex. It made the whole thing seem dirty and cheap, and even if this had been a one time thing, she'd rather sleep with another person than alone.

Easing himself off of her, Cormac rolled onto his back, bringing Alicia with him and arranging her on his arm. Sighing deeply and pulling the covers over them, he said tiredly, "Sleep, love."

With a smile on her face, Alicia snuggled into his chest and did just that.

{Summary: Cormac thanks Alicia for his gift. Yes, he does.}