Richie & Alicia: love potions
Who: Richie & Alicia When: Wednesday, post-match Where: Leaving Ilkley Moor What: Puddlemere's water has been spiked and Alicia's acting weird...
Water. It was so refreshing to sip, drink, or gulp down after a long day of practice, and Alicia had had plenty of it. She was a fan of it anyway, but today? Today, it tasted exceptionally good, but she paid little mind to it. Laughing and joking about with her team mates, Alicia showered up, changed and made her way out of the locker room.
There was an extra bit of pep in her walk as she left the locker room hallway to meet up with Richie. As she turned the last corner, she greeted him with a wide smile. She broke out into a light jog, and threw her arms around his neck, hopping up to wrap her legs around his waist, and pressed a firm kiss against his lips. "Fancy meeting you here."
"Hi to you too," he said against her lips, almost laughing. "You all right?"
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" She asked, raising a brow as she slid down to stand in front of him.
He shrugged, though he kept an eye on her face. "No reason. So, good match, yeah?"
"Not just a good match, a brilliant match!" She paused, sliding her arms around him and took a step closer. "But, I think you being here is even more brilliant than that match." Alicia grinned, pressing a kiss against his nose. "So, hungry?"
He grinned and then planted a kiss of his own on her forehead. "Always. Burgers? Takeaway? Or are you going try baking again?"
"Merlin, no. No more baking. At least not now." She shrugged, giving him another lazy kiss. "Takeaway. Takeaway sounds good. Do they have a Richard Bradley special? Because that sounds amazing."
"A Richard Bradley special?" Richie raised an eyebrow. "What comes on that exactly? I'm not familiar with that one."
"I don't know. Maybe some Alicia Spinnet if he's lucky. I think I'd prefer it that way, personally." She shrugged slightly, a coy smirk on her face.
"We're not talking about takeaway anymore, are we?" Richie said, scratching his head.
"I don't know. Do you want to be talking about takeaway? We can talk about takeaway. Like...taking me away from the pitch and back to my flat? How's that sound?" She asked with a chuckle.
What happened to the food? "All right." Richie reached for her hand. "I think I can handle that."
"Are you sure?" She teased, hopping playfully on to Richie's back. Nuzzling her face against his, she was being oddly affectionate. But, really, you could have written it off as left over adrenaline from the game. Maybe. "I heard she's pretty fiesty when she wants to be!"
"Yeah," he said, a low, unsure laugh in his voice. "A real firecracker. So, really? Food's out? I'm all for...this, but I am, you know, hungry....and not for myself."
"No. We can get something to eat. I'm actually hungry, too. But I still want takeaway at the flat. I know you won't mind, yeah?" She was only partially listening, really. She seemed some what occupied with nuzzling against Richie's neck and leaving the occasional kiss here and there.
"Indian okay? Since we had pizza last night?"
"Indian pizza, sounds good to me," she mumbled against his ear before hoping down from his back to walk beside him. She pulled the water bottle she had made before she left out of her bag. She took a big drink from it and offered it to him. "Want some?"
"Sure," he said, taking it from her hands and giving her one last curious look before bringing it to his lips and drinking it in.