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[roger_please]

Who? Roger & Ali.
When? New Years. ((backdated like woah))
Where? Their favourite pub.
Rating? Erm...up there.



Alicia leant against a lamp post, a cigarette in her hand. Ok, she'd promised she'd stop, but it was one and it had been a really hard day. It had been the opposite the first time, him waiting for her, her disapproving of his smoking habit. Inhaling deeply she pulled her coat around her, silently wishing he'd hurry the hell up.

The pub they'd spent their first date in wasn't far and Alicia was eager to get back there, the trip down memory lane her best shot at being romantic.

"Hello, love," Roger said as he appeared from an alley across the street. "What's this?" He said before he took the cigarette from her and took a drag himself. "Filthy, absolutely filthy." He kissed her then, dropping the fag to the ground behind him.

"Talking about the cigarette are you?: She asked, tasting the cigarette on his lips as she returned the kiss. "I thought we'd go to the bar, sit around, play pool? What do you think?" Sliding her arm around his waist she snuggled into his side.

"I'm not sure," he said teasingly as he ran his fingers through her shortened locks. "We're playing pool again, are we?" He smiled at her as they walked into the pub where'd they'd first gotten together, well, sort of.

"I've got to be responsible," he said as they sat down at the bar. "Two beers please," he told the barman, who gave him a familiar nod, "and you've got to behave, for my sake."

"You didn't, but we'll have the rematch to prove it." She'd won fair and square, well maybe not so fair, he'd been a little distracted after all, but she'd won and that's what mattered.

"Well, it's more of a condition of residents. No drinking, smoking and I have to clean up after myself as well as be Lee's little space heater, it's all good." She smiled, taking a small drink from her glass.

"What're the conditions? If I do happen to win, I think I deserve some sort of reward..." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye as he swayed slightly on his stool.

"Space heater?" he asked. "Wish I had room for one of those."

"We'll just have to wait and see, but if I repeat my victory, you'll owe me so much more than the disappointment that was last time." She laughed, resting her head against his shoulder as she thought back.

"But to you I'm so much more than a space heater; he on the other hand keeps his apartment freezing just so I can't stay away." She pulled out the last cigarette from the packet, looking at it. "This is my last packet, now that is a resolution." She said as she lit the tip, breathing in deeply.

"Am I really that much of a disappointment?" He ruffled her hair. The shorter cut was really beginning to grow on him. "Don't answer that," he said suddenly regretting his comment. He knew he'd let her down, and he didn't need to be reminded again.

He gave her a peck on her cheek. "I'll be here should you have a nicotine craving."

She blew the smoke out in rings, watching as they spiralled up towards the ceiling. Taking his hand she squeezed it softly, tapping the ash off in the tray, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"I know you're there, whatever it is I need." She shrugged, taking the last drag before putting it firmly out, saying a silent goodbye. "Ready to play?" She asked, kissing the side of his neck.

He felt almost like she was trusting him too much at this point, hopping too fast into everything. She did everything like this, or so it seemed, no reservations.

"You're sure you want to play pool right now?" He asked as she towed him, beer in hand towards one of the tables.

"Afraid you'll loose? Hoping to put it off until later Davies?" She asked as she racked up the balls, making sure they were in the correct position.

She raised her eyebrows at him, his mood and his actions a little odd. "Is there something else you'd rather be doing?"

"You don't scare me," he said across the table to her. "Besides, I can't let you go undefeated for another day."

He rounded the table coming up behind her. "Well, there is something we definitely could be doing," he gripped her hips slightly, "but this should be taken care of first, fo my sake."

"Certainly more forward than last time." She leant her head back, kissing his jaw. "And in a little worse shape." She poked his side before chalking her cue.

Leaning down she broke, none of the balls falling into pockets as they bounced around the table.

Nothing on the break. He might come out on top of this match, after all. "Can't blame a guy for trying," he said as he bent over the table. He chalked his cue before lining up a shot, sinking one of the stripes in.

"Should I collect my reward now?" he asked before he began to line up his second shot. "If I remember correctly, you were substantially more impatient the last time we did this."
"I'm always impatient; you've just stopped paying attention." She watched him sink his second shot, silently cursing in her head, she did hate to loose. He missed his next and Alicia moved in front of him, pushing him back by bending over, lining up her shot.

Missing once more she cursed, she used to play this game every week, now, well she hadn't played since last time they'd been here.

"I think I'm paying plenty of attention these days," he said obviously looking her up and down as she bent over. He was surprised when she missed her next shot. "Are you letting me win? Because if so...Well, I don't know what kind of a way that is to start the new year." He walked around the table once before taking his next shot, soundly missing it.

"I wish I was, but really you're just distracting me." She smiled, before looking down to concentrate on her shot. After getting two in she felt better, they were even at least.

She checked her watch; they still had a good hour on New Year. "See I was a little more distracting last time, if I remember correctly."

"You're even more distracting when you're not trying," he said before she missed the next shot. He gave her a cheeky smile as she looked up from the table.

He made his next shot, but missed the one after. His heart wasn't in the game anymore, he was simply having a good time with her tonight.

She smiled, looking up at him, her eyes gliding quickly up and down before she looked back to the game. Aiming directly at the black 8, she sunk it, ending the game.

"You win; guess I owe you a special something." She came around to his side, kissing him softly. "I may even have that something planned." She winked, kissing his neck. They hadn't had her birthday, they hadn't had Christmas but they had now.

ROger was about to protest, but how could he when she was saying things like that? "Special, very special," he said against her neck. "What's this, something planned? Naughty witch." He shook his finger at her before he traced her lips with it, just looking at her made him a little weak.

He grabbed his beer, or what was left of it, before he followed her away from the table. He took the seat opposite her, smirking at how similar everything was...Why hadn't he thought of doing this?! "The room?" He raised an eyebrow.

"The very one we didn't get to shag against the door in." She raised her eyebrows, pulling the keys out of her pocket she dropped them on the table, laughing softly.

She rubbed her foot against his ankle, remembering all the details she could in their little re-enactment.

He slipped one of his shoes off, making sure to remember shagging her silly against the door when he got the chance. His foot slid slowly up her ankle, before he traced the swell of her calf, rubbing slow circles. It was hard for him to go along with her little game, but he would for now.

Quickly, he slipped his shoe back on before he took her hand. They made it up the stairs before he pushed her against the nearest wall, invading her mouth with his tongue. "It went something like this, didn't it?" He asked as a witch staggered past the couple, clearly drunk.

"Yeah, something along those lines." She dragged him up the next set of stairs, pausing on each landing to kiss him deeply. Finally reaching the door she handed him the keys, kissing the back of his neck as he fiddled with the lock. Finally inside she held him off, retreating further into the room which she'd obviously been in earlier.

The normal rough cotton sheets were gone, replaced with the purple silk that had used to be on her own bed. She waved her wand, lighting all the pre placed candles, a grin on her face. "I thought it best I play the romantic, you don't seem the type." She kissed him again, not letting herself be drawn in.

"One second, just let me get your actual surprise ready." She said, before closing herself in the bathroom.

Really, he was going to have to get some help in the romance department, especially if she kept planning things like this. He tried to grasp her as they entered the room, but she escaped his grasp before she disappeared into the washroom. He sat on the bed, remembering the purple sheets before he kicked his shoes off.

She didn't want to admit it, but his cheating on her with a student had given her an idea. It was a few minutes before she appeared in the doorway, clearing her throat. It was her old uniform, complete with Gryffindor tie, but she's obviously made a few changes. The skirt was shorter, you could glimpse the tops of her legs before the lace of the stocking began, the shirt was shapelier, showing off her figure.

"Liking this surprise?" She asked, spinning around as she entered the room, the skirt lifting up slightly as she did.

His jaw nearly dropped as she emerged from the bathroom having donned her old school uniform. She really was trying to kill him these days. "It's...it's nice," he said, his vocabulary suddenly becoming very limited. It took him back to days when she'd still been at school, when he was getting off his ego boost from Fleur Delacour, but still clumsy and slightly awkward.

He stood from the bed, walking towards her. "I'm not sure about this tie, though," he said as he held it in one of his hands before jerking it slightly to kiss her

"Nice, all you've got is nice? I wonder why I bother at all." She poked out her tongue, her hands on her hips. But it wasn't hard to break her, his commanding action pulling her lips against his.

"I always loved ties." She grinned, her hair for once out of her face having been pulled it back into a short plait.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up a bit. "It's not necessarily the tie," he said as he rubbed his nose against hers, "but maybe the colours." He couldn't resist letting one of his hands wander down her spine before it slipped beneath the back of her skirt. The stiff material was so different from her soft skin.

"Don't discriminate against my colours, I'm a Gryffindor girl, wild and fun to the core. Would you prefer I sat in the corner reading? Kicking you if you came within a few feet?" She teased, her hands already on his buttons, undoing them painfully slowly.

He bit her bottom lip lightly as he stroked her bum beneath her skirt. "Ravenclaw girls," he started, "It wasn't about being outgoing or showing off, it was all about just charming them. Making them think they've got the upper hand." He smirked as his shirt slowly fell open before he started to loosen her tie

"Ravenclaw boys were boring." She slipped the material over his shoulders, her hands moving over the muscles there. Appreciating the half naked man before her she kissed his collar bone, her hands stroking across his stomach.

"You haven't lost it, Davies." She said, moving her lips to his ear. "You're still totally fuckable." She knew he liked it when she swore, so she emphasised the word, tracing the tip of her tongue over his ear.

"Boring?" He asked as his shirt fell to the floor. "You seem rather interested right now," he said. He pulled the tie over her head quickly, messing up the plait her hair had been in. Soon, one of his hands found its way to the zipper of her skirt, teasing her with it for a moment before lowering it.

"I guess so." She was sick of talking, his lips entirely too kissable to keep it up. Her hand tangled in his hair as she pulled his down, kissing him deeply, her tongue sliding against his.

She released her hair all together, shaking it out over her shoulders. "What do you want?" She offered, undoing the button on his pants.

"What about you?" he mouthed against her lips as her skirt fell to the floor, leaving her in the neat buttoned shirt and her stockings. He pushed her back to the bed, forcing her to sit on the edge where he knelt between her legs. His fingers tangled in her hair as he kissed her again before he began to unbutton her shirt.
"This is your present, remember?" She kissed along his neck, pulling back to look at him, he was still covered in her marks and there was still a faint illegible trace of ink.

"This whole thing is code for I'm giving you another chance." She whispered, sucking his earlobe between her teeth.

"Don't you think I owe you something for giving me another chance?" He whispered into her ear. His hands slid slowly up her thighs over her stockings. If his words didn't convince her, maybe his actions would.

"Yeah, you do, you owe me, you owe me by giving me no reason to regret it." Her hands steadied herself either side of her body, her palms pressing into the covers.

"And teasing me is no way to say thank you." She scolded as her face and neck began flushing.

"I'm not teasing," he said with a smirk as he pushed her shirt from her shoulders, "I have every intention on following through with my little plans." He leaned closer to her so he could whisper in her ear again. "That means I'm going to fuck you...sooner or later," he added with a smirk. For the time being, he busied himself with paying careful attention to her stomach.

Her left hand moved into her hair, her own head rolling back as she stared at the ceiling. She was hoping and well just hoping she wouldn't regret this.

"Do you love me?' She asked, her voice low and raspy.

He looked up at her suddenly, bringing her attention back onto himself. He saw all the intensity in her eyes, and he hoped it was in his. "I do love you, and I would do anything to make you believe it." He knew it would take time to gain her trust back, but he was willing to work for it.

She smiled, sliding back up the bed, against the pillows. Running her hands down her leg she removed the first stocking, looking at him once again, shaking her head as she laughed softly. She removed the second one, running her hands back up her freshly shaven and now bare leg.

"Come here." She said, holding out her hand to him. She was so in love, more so than any other relationship she'd been in, this was the first one to mean something.

He crawled up the bed towards her, managing to keep his trousers on as he went. He paused on his journey, kissing random patches of her skin before he met her. Was it midnight yet? He'd never really thought he'd be involved with someone like this again, but he was getting used to the idea of having Ali around for a while. While he still held back a small portion of himself, the rest dove in full force as he kissed her again.

She slid his pants over his hips, pulling back to stare into his eyes as she did so. Did he have any idea what he did to her? Made her feel like giving up everything, gosh it scared her. Kissing along his shoulder she closed her eyes, trying so hard to forgive, putting everything into it.

One of his hands traveled along her side, stopping when her intense gaze met his. It was the first time in a long time that he'd had a real feeling of comfort and relaxation, that everything would be fine. "God, what have I been missing out on?" he asked against her neck.

"Just this." She slid her knee against him, fiddling with the waist of his boxer shorts as she bit down on his shoulder. She smiled as she listened to his breathing, never knowing something that simple could turn her on so much.

His eyes nearly rolled back into his head, the pressure from her leg triggering something in him. "How could I forget?" he said in a near whisper. The hand that had been going along her side went to the small of her back, tracing her spine lightly. Her body would never be old to him, it amazed him how they could be so much the same, but then so very different. Whatever her attitude, her skin was soft and pale, except for the scattered bruises, and she smelled of something mind-blowing, while he was rough and a little worse for the wear these days.

She shed her own underwear, throwing it across the room before pulling him closer again. It was only now did she realize how much he'd hurt her, because she'd been so scared she wasn't enough for him, that she wasn't good enough.

Helping him slip his shorts down she kissed him softly, her tongue slowly pushing between his teeth. He was everything she'd been looking for and she just had to learn how to hold on

He kissed her back, tasting beyond her drink from earlier to the taste that was uniquely her. She was more intoxicating than any drink he could've been served downstairs. One of his hands moved down her body, nestling between her legs. He could hear her breaths begin to shorten as he traced her outer lips, a sound he would never tire of.

"You tease…" She whimpered, her lips moving softly over his neck. "If you weren't so good at it I'd-" Her words were cut of as she gasped, her eyes rolling back slightly.

"Enough." She managed, giving in to him, as usual. Alicia moved her leg up to wrap around his hips, urging him forward.

He grinned at her softly before he pushed her leg back to the mattress. "I have a bit of my own agenda," he whispered dangerously into her ear. Slowly, one of his fingers parted and entered her, teasing her inner walls. He desperately wanted to kiss her then, but resisted when he heard her wimper.

Her head snapped back against the pillows, her breath coming out in soft gasps. "Roger…" She let out a soft moan, her eyes opening wide to look up at him.

"You realize this means- war." She gasped again, moving her forearm to rest against her mouth, muffling the noise.

He had started to move the first finger in and out of her, leaving her clit untouched. "Do you know how wet you are?" he asked tentatively as he pulled her arm away from her mouth. Soon, his thumb began to trace around her clit, avoiding it, but coming closer to it every moment.

"Please… For the love of something- Fuck." She bit her lip, her arm no longer in place to muffle her ramblings. Tasting the copper she knew she was drawing blood in her own mouth.

She was hopeless to stop this, not that she ever wanted it to end, not now, not when his finger was so close.

He could feel her tightening below him, stretching out. "Tell me, do you want me now?" he asked. His thumb came closer and closer to its ultimate destination while he added another finger to her entrance.

"Fuck yes." She gasped again, each action adding towards making her scream. "Need… Please." Alicia begged, not being able to raise her head to look at him.

Gods he knew what he was doing with his hands, knew each movement was driving her to insanity.

He swiftly replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing into her hard. His head dropped to her neck as he continued to whisper into her ear. "Missed me?"

Her body adjusted quickly to the intrusion, a sharp cry echoing around the small room. "Yes." She gasped, kissing across his shoulder, clinging to his back as she lifted her hips to meet his.

She's missed this, missed him, missed feeling like a whole person, not hurt and deflated.

One of his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her up to kiss him as the other ran up and down her side. He slowed his pace slightly, yet kept each thrust even and hard. He love all of it, feeling her around him, hearing the noises she made, the way she smelled.

Kissing him softly she ran her hand over his jaw and into his hair, her other hand gliding over his back. Things may have changed between them, but Alicia could pinpoint this as the most emotional and feeling sex she'd ever experienced.

He could feel her hands ghosting over his body, and he arched his back into her touch in return. He loved having her touch him, even if it was only her hand that he was holding onto. A groan came from his mouth when he hit a spot in her, causing shivers to go through his body.

She gasped his name, feeling the tension in her stomach increase, her legs wrapping around his hips, to pull him closer, more. Alicia turned her head to one side, desperate for some oxygen.

"Ali, Ali..." he whispered with a little trouble. His hand moved from her hip to her thigh, squeezing the smooth skin between his fingers. When she turned her head away, he began to bite and lightly suck at her neck,

Everything was crashing down, her eyes closed tightly as the teeth across her neck pushed her firmly over the edge. "Oh." She gasped, her fingernails digging firmly into his back.

She clenched firmly around him, forcing him to thrust into her quickly a few more times before he met his own orgasm. He gave her one last kiss as he felt himself coming down, but he stayed over her, taking every bit of her in.

She watched him, moving her hand up to run across his jaw. "Happy New year." He murmured, letting her legs slip from around his to rest back against the mattress. It'd never been like that, never been hot and passionate whilst meaning so much.

"Happy New Year, babe," he said with a smile as he rolled off her. After a moment, he promptly pulled her frail body to him and pulled the covers over both of their heads. "What about that resolution?" he asked with a grin as he wrapped his arms around her.

"So many to choose from." She yawned, resting her face against his chest, the blankets creating shelter from the cold that ebbed through the windows. "What about yours?"

"Definitely get better at this whole relationship deal..." He twirled a strand of her short hair around his fingers. "Manage to get rid of Hagrid's damn skrewt colony, or at least get the buggers to like me." He could feel her heart beating against his skin. "You have to share now."

"Stop being so attractive that every damn male can't get enough of me." She laughed, kissing him softly. "Stop all the bad stuff, work hard and party less, maybe put on a little weight." She shrugged, looking up into his blue eyes.

He laughed at her. "Don't go too far with that first one," he said teasingly as he traced her spine. His arms wrapped tighter around her, protecting her from...everything he'd caused.

"It's going to be a good year." She said through a yawn. Alicia was hopeful, hopeful the future was going to just keep going up and up. Her eyes heavy as she rested her face against his neck, not being able to fight off sleep any longer.

He gently kissed the top of her head before resting it against his chest. "What an excellent start," he said groggily. He watched and felt the rise and fall of her chest against his body. Watching her drift into sleep was one of the most curious and captivating things he'd ever seen.