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Date Posted: 16:54:40 12/18/11 Sun
Author: celtgirl
Subject: I thought this Snippet was worth a re-visit- some warmth on a chilly winter's day. I know some of you have seen it already, but a few haven't and I thought you deserved something light after the last piece>>>>
In reply to: cg 's message, "Come in out of the cold my lovelies, there's a peat fire in the hearth, the kettle is humming on the Aga and the whiskey is chilling in the boot room. :)" on 14:31:36 12/01/11 Thu

copyright 2008 Cindy Brandner


She sat at the counter, giving him a good view down the front of her shirt. Casey raised an eyebrow at her, and finished off the pint he was pouring, though he seemed suddenly distracted. He deposited the pint in front of an elderly man sitting on his own at the far end of the pub. Then he made his way over to her, and she felt a glow set up low in her stomach just at the sight of him. He wore his usual bar uniform of a crisp white shirt, a pair of jeans and a cheeky grin. Clothes always sat beautifully on his frame; long-legged, broad-shouldered and chested, he wore the clothes, rather than the reverse.

“Aren’t I the lucky barman tonight,” he said, leaning on his elbows and giving her a lascivious grin, “’tisn’t every night a purely gorgeous creature such as yerself, wanders in off the cold streets.”

“Oh, you’ve the honey tongue in your head then, don’t you laddie?”

“Aye, so my da’ always said, an’ my wife has mentioned it a time or two as well.”

“Married are you?”

“Aye,” he grinned, a quick flash that drove his dimple deep into his dark stubble. “Very much so.”

“Well,” she sighed, “I suppose I’ll have to settle for a drink then.”

“What’s yer pleasure?” he asked, giving the bar a quick swipe of his rag and nodding to two men at the only occupied table, to acknowledge he’d have their re-fills in a moment.

“Do you know how to make a-” she stopped and looked down, as though suddenly embarrassed.

“Make a what?” he asked, leaning in close so that she could feel his heat and smell that heady combination of ale and whiskey and pure Casey that came off of him.

She leaned forward a bit, heard him catch his breath, and smiling to herself whispered the name of a drink in his ear, that likely not even a bartender in the raciest nightspot, had ever heard of.

Casey cleared his throat, and took a deep breath before replying. “I can’t say as I’ve heard of that particular combination before, but I’m certainly willing to learn. Perhaps ye could tell a man exactly what goes into such a thing.”

She leaned even closer, delicately touching the rim of his ear with her tongue, and listed what exact combination of things went into what she had in mind. Casey made an odd sound partway through the list, comparable to the sound of a goose strangling, but other than that she thought the man rather took it in his formidable stride.

“Now, do you think you might manage that?” she asked, arching a sooty brow at him.

“Oh, ‘tis yer lucky night lass- that ye walked in here, for I’m the most inventive barman yer likely to meet. I will say though, havin’ been at this business for some time, ye understand, that I’d add an ingredient to that combination.”

“And what might that be?” she asked, smiling in a provocative manner that never failed to addlepate the man.

He grinned at her and whispered something in her ear, that made a hot flush rise like flame up out of her neckline. The man certainly gave as good as he got.

“Oh yer a blusher,” he said and winked. “I do like that in a woman.”

“I must say, Mr. Barman,” she said tartly, “you’re a bit of a flirt. Wouldn’t your wife be angry if she knew?”

“Mm- no, she’s an angel of patience with me, forgives all my various sins, an’ I’ve commited a few in my time.”

“I don’t doubt that,” she said, feeling a thrum of excitement from the game they were playing.

“And I have to say,” he looked pointedly at her neckline, “ye look rather capable of sinnin’ yerself.”

“Is that Catholic disapproval I hear in your tone?” she asked primly.

“Never a bit of it- I appreciate a woman who knows her way round about the various sins. But it’s maybe a wee bit more than the other men in here can handle- ye might have a bit of mercy on them, their hearts aren’t as strong as mine, after all.”

She reached over and put her fingertips into the hollow of his throat and let them trail suggestively down into the open vee of his shirt. “It does seem to have a strong beat,” she said, “and I need a man with a strong heart, for what I have in mind.”

“If ye care to spell that out in detail, I’ll certainly see what I can do to help ye out,” he said with a deceptively innocent look, though she didn’t miss the gesture he made with his tongue, and was grateful for the murky lighting in the pub.

“Well, here it is…um, could I whisper it in your ear, it’s rather embarrassing really..”

“Oh, aye, certainly,” he said politely, and leaned into her, so that she was enveloped in his aura- all heat and dark sex and the promise of a night that would not be soon forgotten. She felt slightly dizzy for a moment, but then gathered the two remaining wits left to her and whispered into his ear for a good minute.

“I see,” Casey replied at the end of the minute. “Well, that is a problem and I’d not be much in the way of a gentleman were I to leave ye in such a quandary.” He turned toward the other end of the bar.

“Alright then,” he said loudly, startling her and the other three patrons, “I’m closin’ up early tonight, so drink up swift there boys, an’ don’t let the door hit ye in the arse on the way out.” He gave the three mean a dark look, to punctuate his point.

The men returned the look at him with no small annoyance, but then looked at Pamela and merely nodded, before drinking their last few swallows, and standing to shrug into their coats and walk out the door, mumbling ingracious comments to themselves.

“That was rather abrupt,” Pamela said, as Casey turned the lights down and shut off the keg pumps with a swiftness that was impressive.

“Well, if I was rude, ‘tis yer fault entirely, woman, so don’t be after chidin’ me for bad behaviour.”

“Why, whatever have I done?” she asked, touching her tongue to the rim of her glass.

He cocked an eyebrow at her and then took her hand and put it in the spot where his current aggravation was most discernible.

“Jaysus woman, ye about killed me this last half hour. Now come in the back with me.”

“Now?” she said, thinking perhaps she’d overplayed her hand of seduction.

“Aye, now- I’ll not get home in this state- so it’s the backroom or a hedgerow, an’ considerin’ the weather out there, I’d not recommend the second course of action.”

“Well then, Mr. Barman,” she said, “we can’t have that, can we?”

The backroom was not a romantic environment by any stretch of the imagination, filled as it was with empty and full kegs, and stacks of sacking in one corner. It was also a little chilly, but her blood was fevered enough at this point that she barely noticed it. Casey pulled her back toward a wall, nipping gently at the chords of her neck.

“Were I yer husband,” he said in a low husky tone that had her arching against him in complete abandon, “I’d not let ye out of the house, I’d keep ye tied to the bed. Come to that- where is yer husband?”

“He works late,” she gasped as Casey’s hands slid her blouse from her shoulders, “oddly enough he’s a barman like yourself.”

“Is he so?” Casey said in the west Connemara lilt that always made her putty in his hands. “Well he’s a damn fool leavin’ a woman like yerself on yer own.”

“Oh man,” she said huskily, “you don’t know the half of it. He neglects me something fierce.”

“Is it blind the man is, or merely an eejit?”

She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans with a deft hand.

“Here?” he said hoarsely. “I’m not sure that’s such- AHHH- Jaysus woman that’s not fair…”

“Oh?” She looked up at him from her kneeling position. “Should I stop then?”

“Nooo,” he breathed out heavily and grabbed the wall behind him, praying fervently that they wouldn’t get caught by that nosy wee Seamus.

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