It was New Years day and Trixie sat alone on her couch watching the NBC pregame of the Winter Classic. She hadn't gotten home until nearly five in the morning and when she went to lay in her bed hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep, Trixie just ended up tossing and turning. With nothing and no one but her cat Lilly keeping her company, Trixie found herself alone and drowning in her own pity while she ate peanut butter and Oreos.

Her father was the game in Boston. Born in Charlestown he felt it was his civic duty to attend the Bruins game. Trixie would have gone with if it hadn't been for the stupid game last night. She had thought about opening the bottle of red wine sitting on top her fridge when her phone rang. Not wanted to answer it she looked at the caller ID. It was Burish, she had to answer.

"Hello?" She just sounded depressed.

"Put done that jar of Skippy and that half eaten bag of Oreos. I don't give a shit if you're just wearing those black sweat pants and an old tee shirt. Put your shoes on and get your ass over here."

Wow…Burish knew her better than she thought.

Nothing else between them needed to be spoken and with that, Adam hung up the phone. When the line went dead Trixie pressed the END button on her pink blackberry curve and stood up. Deciding it would probably be best to do what Adam said, Trixie slipped on her shoes and jacket and headed down to her car.

He only lived a few miles away from her in the Lincoln Park neighborhood in a row of very expensive and new townhouses. Parking on the street, Trixie hugged her jacket closer to her body as she jogged up the front steps and rang the bell.

Adam answered the door quicker than she had expected him to. Sporting a pair of sweats and a NHL tee, it wouldn't be proudest moment if only his fans could see him now. Walking in, she slipped her shoes off at the door and followed him up a few steps in to the front room. She thought for sure Sharp and his fiancée would be there, but when she found the house empty Trixie just lounged on the couch.

A bowl of half eaten popcorn sat on the coffee table and minutes later Adam returned with two bottles. Handing her a Smirnoff ICE, knowing she didn't beer, he sat on the couch and maneuvered her legs so they rested in his lap. Trixie took a long sip from the grape flavored drink then shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Who do you thinks gonna win?"She asked. The same hockey game that had been on her television set was also on Adams.

"Philly, no doubt." Adam took a swig from his beer then stole the popcorn from Trixie's lap. He knew the bombshell sitting on his couch would be rooting for the Bruins. Burish had to push her buttons.

"If the Flyers win, I'll tape your sticks for a week, and it the Bruins win—" Trixie was cut off.

"I'll clean your apartment for a month." He was pretty sure the Flyers would win.

They shook on it. Trixie was excited her house would finally have a chance to get cleaned. Nothing in that place has been scrubbed in over a month.

The game started well, each team shooting well but the Bruins weren't shooting the puck. Adam and his big ego got in the way at the start of the third period. The Flyers were up 2-0, and by this time, the two were sitting on the floor rooting for their team. Not a whole lot of alcohol was flowing through her veins, but just being in the presence of Adam Burish was making her feel drunk.

He was sitting close to the young woman, his thigh touching hers. At one point Trixie had rested her head on Adam's shoulder and closed her eyes while inhaling the smell of his. Brushing the hair off of Trixie's forehead to get a better look at her eyes, he noticed the color was gone. They weren't icy and blue like they had been for years. It was the first time he had seen them pale, and dull, almost lifeless. She was hurting, and she was hurting bad.

"Can I kiss you?" Adam's voice was just above a whisper. He had always wondered what it would be like to kiss those red, pouty lips.

"Yeah." Trixie bit her lip after her answer. She could tell he hesitated for a second before leaning down and gently pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss was dizzying for both Adam and Trixie. She felt the room spin in circles and her stomach did somersaults as she felt his tongue slid across her lower lips. Granting him an entrance, their tongues explored one another's mouths while they danced and tangled with each others.

Trixie's hand rested lightly on the back of Adams neck as they continued to French-kiss. It was no feeling like before, having Adams lips on hers while his tongue dazzled hers. He was defiantly more skilled at this tasked than Duncan was, who was a million miles away from any one of her thoughts.

Using all his upper body strength, Adam pushed the coffee table forward where it slid with ease across the hardwood floor and crashed against the entertainment center. Keeping their lips locked together, Burish slowly eased Trixie down to a laying position. His hands wondered down her body where they stopped on the elastic waistband of her Target brand sweatpants.

Their lips separated as Adam pulled them down, along with her panties and tossed them to the side. Trixie felt absolutely no shame in being half naked in front of Adam Burish, in fact, it felt natural, for the both of them.

Adam was fascinated by the plethora of stars, hearts and swirls tattoos that decorated her lower abdomen and hips; she was without a doubt a punk-rocker, a look which Adam had always fantasized about. He kissed her bellybutton and used his teeth to gently yank at the barbell.

Trixie ran her fingers through his lengthening brown hair as his lips moved farther and farther down her body. Adam winked as he positioned himself between her legs. Trixie knew what was coming and there was no way to prepare for the amount of pleasure her body was about to over come.

The thoughts she had were suddenly washed clean from her mind as Adam used his fingers to spread her hot folds as he used the tip of his tongue to tease her swollen and sensitive clit. Trixie gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair as she tossed her head back and allowed a moan to escape her lips.

Over and over his tongue flicked the bud, before wrapping his lips around it sucking ever so gently. Adam continued to add more pressure and suck harder all while enjoying the reaction he was getting from her. He found himself getting hard just listening to the delicate noises Trixie was producing. His skilled tongue had her cuming in no time, and when he finished, Adam kissed the soft skin of her tummy as she caught her breath.

Trixie looked at the television as she wiped sweat beads from her forehead. In the time it had taken Adam to eat her out and give her a mind shattering orgasm; the Bruins had tied the game 2-2 and won in overtime.

"Ha," Trixie moved her head to face Adam, who held a shit-eating grin. "You have to clean my apartment for a month."