1 Chaptered: Lost Without Each Other
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amorphousTitle: Lost Without Each Other (Chapter 2)
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jandjsalmon
Words: circa 6000 the chapter
Rating: ultimately NC-17 (this chapter is NC-17)
Characters/Pairings: Theodore Nott/Tracey Davis
Warnings: character death, swearing, sex/smut, not exactly HBP compliant.
Author's Notes: I'm honored to be able to write our Theo/Tracey with my awesome friend, Jess.
Summary: Theodore Nott and Tracey Davis are happily in love. They plan to spend forever together until after several unforeseeable circumstances they are pulled apart. Eight years later, something they witnessed on one of their last dates comes back to haunt them both and push them together in ways neither is prepared for
Summary for chapter: Tracey is called to her father's office and then her and Theo share a first together.
Previous chapters: 1
Tracey woke to Theo gently kissing her forehead. "It's time to wake up, Trace. Breakfast is almost over."
Tracey looked at him though sleepy eyes. She'd never actually slept over night in his dorm before, but it was a wonderful feeling, that's for sure. He was laying on the bed next to her with wet hair and his uniform on. She looked around them but then realised that she was wearing the same jumper and skirt she'd been wearing when they'd gone out the night before and her eyes grew wide. Last night! Tracey started finding it difficult to breathe and her eyes started going out of focus. They'd seen someone murdered.
Theo immediately knew what had her so upset again and he pulled her into his arms. "We're safe, Tracey. You're okay. Nothing happened to you. I'm here. I'll protect you."
Tracey sniffed but knew he was right. She let him hold her for a few minutes longer before getting up off the bed. She peeked a head out of the curtains to be sure that none of the other boys were undressed. Vinnie was the only one in the room and he only nodded politely at her from his bed before going back to trying to knot his necktie properly. "I'll be right out, you'll come to breakfast with me, right?"
Theo drew the curtains. "Crabbe, can you give Tracey some privacy?" The other boy grunted his direction, grabbed his books, and left grinning like a fool. Theo swore. This was exactly why he had avoided ever having Tracey stay the night in his bed. Let the rumors begin, he thought angrily. Getting out of bed he turned to her, "I'll wait at the bottom of the stairs." He eyed her for a moment trying to decide if it was okay for him to leave her alone after last night. Deciding she'd be fine in the few minutes it took her to get ready, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, murmuring, "I love you, Tracey. You'll safe with me here."
She nodded slowly and walked out of the dorm and down the corridor into the seventh year girls' dormitory. Tracey was busy doing up buttons on one of the white dress shirts she'd nicked from Theo years before when Pansy walked into their room from the bathroom. "Well, Trace, I don't recall seeing you come to bed last night. How was Theo last night then? And by 'how was he' I'm not asking about his day."
Tracey rolled her eyes and ignored her friend. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and walked out without sparing the smirking girl a second glance.
Theo was right where he said he'd be when she reached the stairs. She hadn't walked up to breakfast without him since he had the dragon pox in fourth year and she certainly didn't want to start now, not after all the suggestive looks she was getting from the underclassmen.
Theo grabbed her hand and together they walked up the stairs toward the Great Hall. With all the whispers and looks from the other Slytherins -- especially those in in their year -- he stopped short of the door. "Tracey, I'm sorry. I should have woken you last night and sent you to bed." He looked at her sadly, wishing he had woken her up that night or at least taken her to her own bed himself. But he had been enjoying the feel of her in his arms all night and had slept better than he had in years, despite the fact they had witnessed a murder and his life was falling apart around him. The fact she wasn't leaving gave him hope that maybe everything would be okay. He could get over the rumours, but he hated knowing her reputation was now tarnished. They stayed just out the door for a moment, she hugged him tightly.
"Do you really think I care what they think, Theo? I've wanted to sleep in your dorm for years... and it was lovely, it really was," she assured him. "Entirely worth all the grief we're going to get. You do realise Blaise will probably tell his mum, who will probably tell my mum. They're going to expect you to marry me someday, you know. Make an honest woman out of me, right?" She grinned at that and kissed him softly.
He pulled her back for a long ,deeper kiss. Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against hers. "I love you. I expect to marry you one day. As long as you'll have me -- broke and all," he told her, grinning. Letting her go, he grabbed her hand and led her into the Great Hall where they were greeted with catcalls and whistles from the Slytherins. It was really juvenile and always had been below Theo. Someone else's sex life was never any of his business -- but Tracey's -- and he hated the gossip that was impossible to avoid at Hogwarts. They sat down and served themselves. After pouring Tracey a glass of pumpkin juice -- her favourite -- he poured himself a glass and they ate in companionable silence, ignoring the others.
Tracey was just about to put her last piece of bacon in her mouth when the post rang through the Hall. A stately looking white snowy owl dropped a letter on satiny white parchment in front of her and flew away before she could give it anything to eat or drink. Tracey recognised it as one from her father's company and clearly, the bird was appalled at being sent on a lowly errand to the president's daughter's school.
She opened it quickly and saw Malcolm Davis' tight script.
Tracey,
Your mother and I would like to see you this morning. Please make your way to the Headmistress' office at half past eleven where a portkey will bring you home.
Dad
Theo glanced at her, interested in the look of curiosity on her face. "Is that from your father?" he asked, something told him it was. It was the way she acted; she respected and adored her father, making it easy to tell when she spoke of him or received a letter from him.
She nodded and handed him the letter. "He never sends me post from work. I wonder what's the matter."
After skimming it, Theo handed it back to her. Her parents couldn't have heard about last night all ready, could they have? He looked down at Blaise Zabini, and wondered if the boy had gotten up extra early to tattle on them. Blaise had been known to be protective... but that had been four years ago. He'd basically let Tracey make decisions on her own since Theo explained in no uncertain terms that he loved the witch and that nothing the other boy said would change that. Not to mention threatened to hex Blaise if he ever did something to try to force Tracey to break up with him. Tracey never knew of the conversation or the threats, instead she lived blindly, thinking that her friend and boyfriend actually had came to an understanding with each other.
Shaking his head, he decided the tone of the letter didn't exactly indicated that her parents had found out. Her mother would have probably sent an howler telling her to return home if she had been a part what everyone seemed to think had happened last night -- that hadn't happened -- rather than simple letter. Her parents were incredibly protective of her and her reputation, and it was unlikely things would go this nice if their family's reputation was tarnished or in jeopardy. If it was about last night, her mother was also likely to send a letter to his mother to inform her and he would be receiving a howler as well.
"I suppose it means I'll have to miss Herbology," Tracey grimaced. It was her favourite class. Trust her parents to interrupt her favourite class. She groaned. They were one of the last people still sitting at their table. "You ready then? I'm sure Professor Slughorn would just love it if we were late to Advanced Potions. I really slept too late, sorry about that."
He laughed without humour. "Like I give a shit what Slughorn thinks." Theo had little respect for the man; he always picked favorites and treated the rest like crap. "I'll walk you to the headmaster's office afterward, okay?"
Tracey nodded and they both managed to make it to class on time and without having to sit apart from one another. The clock went extra slow as Tracey pondered what her parents wanted to speak to her about and worried about the horrible things they had both seen the night before in Hogsmeade. Thankfully, Theo was used to her not paying too much attention as she stirred their cauldron. He always managed to charm the stirring stick out of her hands before she turned it once too many times clockwise or some other such rubbish. Today was no exception, though this time her thoughts were much less pleasantly engaged than usual.
Class ended just before eleven, and Tracey packed up her back slower than usual. Whatever her parents wanted to talk to her about had to be pretty damn serious. Otherwise they would have just written it in an owl or come to see her at school. Theo knew she was stalling and sent her a wry smile before grabbing her bag and leading her to the door.
He draped his arm around her shoulder when she caught up with him. "I'll walk you to the Headmistress' office," he offered, guiding her in the right direction. She pouted, making him have to hide his smirk. She was one of the few he thought was sexy when she pouted. Once they reached the door to the office steps, he kissed her thoroughly before releasing her, his arms around her back, bring her small body to his. He pulled back, whispered, "Come find me when you get back, okay?" He kissed her forehead. "I'm sure everything is fine."
Tracey nodded and walked wearily up the stone steps pausing before walking into Professor McGonagall's office. "Excuse me, Professor?" she asked quietly, hoping that the woman was somewhere inside.
"Come in, Miss Davis. I was expecting you. Nearly late for your portkey," she said briskly, but not unkindly.
Tracey nodded and walked silently toward the Headmistress' desk.
Professor McGonagall handed her a small black box. Tracey opened it to find a small diamond tennis bracelet. They're sending me jewelry? she wondered incredulously just as she felt an uncomfortably familiar tug at her naval.
Tracey landed unceremoniously on the far side of her father's mahogany desk. She'd always felt out of place here. There was Quidditch paraphernalia everywhere and while Tracey enjoyed the game just as much as the next witch, she'd certainly hadn't ever wanted to stuff an office full of Quidditch crap. Her father owned Bowman-Davis and had added to the immensely large fortune he'd inherited by making the best brooms and snitches in the world.
Strangely, despite the mention in the note, Tracey hadn't expected her mother to really be sitting there waiting for her, he was usually far too busy shopping or some other such rot, but there was Maeve Davis, sitting like a queen on a throne behind her husband's desk... a throne of Quidditch accessories.
"Mummy, Daddy. This is unexpected." Tracey was still fingering the bracelet that had acted as a portkey. "What on earth is that matter? What is so important that I had to be pulled out of school?"
Her father eyed her with severe seriousness. "Tracey, we have recently become aware..." He faltered uncharacteristically and her mother jumped in after giving her husband an annoyed glare.
"The Daily Prophet reported that the Notts have finally lost their fortune. I'm sure you can understand that we cannot let our only living child, the daughter who will inherit everythingto align herself with someone so... common now. Theodore is desolate, dear; and because of his father taint, he's become shame to the wizarding community also. I'm sure you can understand why you must stop seeing him immediately. If only to avoid further shame and complications for us. We may have so easily fallen into disgrace had this relationship of yours ever gone past that of school-girl fancy."
Tracey was shocked. School-girl fancy? They'd been together since she was thirteen years old. Her parents had always welcomed the relationship. They'd encouraged it. They couldn't be serious. She hardly knew what to say, but though she rarely lost her temper at her parents, she couldn't just sit back and be the respectful and dutiful daughter she normally was, not when they were asking her to do this.
"Theodore is not a shame to the wizarding world. You know him. He's been part of our family for years. I can't believe you'd ask me to do this." Tracey was shaking and she nearly walked out of her father's office but then realised that this was precisely why they had portkeyed her there instead of just coming to see her at Hogwarts. She couldn't get away until they said she could.
Her father could obviously see her distress and chose this time to speak up. "But Tracey, we're not asking you. We're telling you, dear. You were never really meant to marry the boy and now is as good a time as any to completely sever ties with him. It will be easier now that you're almost finished with school. The time is coming when you will meet important men, ones who will be an asset to the company and to the family. You will see things our way or you will find yourself just as destitute as your boy there."
Tracey blinked the tears out of her eyes. "I won't do it. You can't make me. I love him and I'd gladly be with him penniless than without him with all your money." Despite her words, she didn't sound a bit like a princess demanding her way. She was calm, firm, and resolute in her decision. She wasn't letting them take Theo away from her. His wealth didn't mean anything to her.
"Oh honestly, Tracey! Boys like him are a dime a dozen," her mother spat out in disgust. "There will be no further argument. It's over between the two of you." Maeve Davis stood and fingered the portkey in her daughter's hand. "And keep the bracelet. It will send you back to school shortly, but consider it an early graduation present from us." With that, the matriarch kissed her stunned daughter's head and Apparated back to whatever spa or shop she had been in before being summoned to this meeting by her husband.
Tracey was left looking blankly at her father. I can't do it, she thought miserably.
He came round his desk and patted her shoulder. He'd always loved his daughter and put her wants ahead of many grand ideas he'd had planned for her, especially after her older brother died, but this time he just wasn't going to budge. Thankfully, she'd never been a demanding child and he hoped she would be just as compliant about the Nott boy.
"There, there, dear. You'll see. It'll all be set to rights. We really do have your best interests at hearts. Theodore is not for you," he said soothingly.
Tracey's eyes widened and she backed away from him. "No, Daddy, you're wrong. You say you're doing this for me, but what's best for me is to be with him. I'm not giving Theo up. I won't." She set her jaw defiantly as the portkey hummed and she felt that pull again. She found herself in the Headmistress' office and throwing the bracelet down hard on the floor she set off immediately to find Theo.
Theo was sitting outside under a tree. It was a nice day, clear out and not too hot. Sick of the whispers, giggles, and pointing, he had fled to safety where no one was. He skipped lunch to just be alone. Opening the book he had brought with him, he began to read, content to just loose himself in the book and not think of the rumours, problems, or the fact Tracey was off to see her parents for a reason only Merlin knew.
Tracey was running. She never ran, but she was running now. She had popped her head in the Great Hall but when she couldn't see Theo at their table she figured he must have skived off lunch. He wasn't in his dorm room or the library and her heart began beating so fast when she couldn't find him that she was almost frantic. What if the man last night had seen them? What if her parents had sent him an owl too? Tracey was almost hyperventilating when she walked out the front doors and finally saw him that she rushed into his arms and gave him quite a shock.
Theo grunted once his girlfriend rushed into him, dropping the book and wrapping his arms around her. "Sweet Salazar, Tracey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He rubbed her back softly, pulling her onto his lap so he was cradling and could see her face. Examining it, he repeated, "What's wrong? You're scaring me."
She looked up at him through almost tears and with a forced smile, softly said, "Nothing is wrong, Theo. I just couldn't find you and got worried." She swallowed the lump in her throat and held him tighter. I'm not giving this up, she thought bitterly. I don't care what they say, I won't!
He didn't believe her. Something was obviously wrong. Rocking her gently, he murmured, "I'm always here, dear. You'll always be able to find me. I'm not going anywhere." He kissed her hair, content to just hold her.
She looked up at him and believed him. They were going to be just fine. "Theo, do we have to go to class this afternoon?" she asked, hoping that just because he was the more studious of the two he wouldn't insist that they be responsible.
Tilting his head to the side he said, "How about we do something together instead? Class be damned."
Tracey smiled wickedly up at him. She knew exactly what she wanted to be doing together, her parent's little conference had cemented the idea for her. They weren't going to tell her who to love and their forever lectures on how proper pure-blooded witches behaved before they were married was garbage. Now, all she had to do was convince Theo. He was all about protecting her virtue, but he was also a seventeen-year-old boy with a girlfriend who had always stopped him at second base, it shouldn't be too difficult. "I'm not feeling like facing anyone else, really. What did you have in mind, Theo?"
He narrowed his eyes. The look in her eyes was a mischievous one. "Nothing really. But I think you have something in mind..."
She shook her head innocently but couldn't hide her smirk. She was aware that he knew she was being sneaky, you didn't spend almost all your free time with someone without being able to read one another, but she figured he'd immediately think something was up if she proceeded to push him down on the grass and have her way with him.
"You do." He paused. "Just say what it is, love. It's not like I'd think it was stupid or something." He was at a loss at what to say. It wasn't often he was at a loss at what to say to her, and more rarely the look in her eyes were driving him crazy. He also have to push her off him to keep from kissing her and trying to ravish her. That was probably the last thing she needed or wanted right now -- a randy and uncontrolled boyfriend pawing her.
She wasn't going to come out and say what she was thinking. She wasn't going to say that the one thing she needed was to feel that he loved her and needed her and wanted her. She wasn't going to say that, so instead she pointed at his books, "Did you want to put your bag in your dorm? I left mine in the common room when I went up there to look for you. Then, everyone else will be in classes, we could just hang out down there, if you'd like."
He nodded, gathering his things quickly as she stood up. "Sounds good to me," he told her, still wondering what she was up to.
They saw a few people wandering out of the common room as they walked through the stone doorway but most were underclassmen and gave the seventh years a wide berth. Tracey followed him into his dorm and sat on his bed as he set his rucksack on the top of the desk and rummaged through it for something at the back of the drawer.
By the time he turned around, all she was wearing was his almost tight dress shirt from fourth year and her grey skirt. Normally, the buttons bulging open in funny places was hidden by the school jumper she wore, but she had managed to pull it over her head without mussing her hair too much. Even her shoes were off and sitting on the chest at the foot of his bed.
He raised is eyebrows in question. "Getting comfortable?" She looked beautiful in such an odd outfit. He moved back, leaning against the desk and drank in the sight. She was amazing -- sexy and seductive and it was all he could do not to throw her down on the bed and shag her senseless. His body was responding, he felt himself grow anxious, annoyed with his own lack of control.
She nodded and patted the bed next to her. "Join me?" she asked softer than she had meant to.
Pushing off the desk, he walked to the bed and stood in front of her against the bed with one of her legs on either side of him. "Dearest, what's on your mind? I am not sitting down until you tell me."
Tracey decided this was a personal challenge and muttered something akin to 'we'll see about that' as she pulled him down by his neck-tie and began kissing him deeply. Theo laid a hand on one side of her on the bed and chuckled as she attempted to unbutton his dress shirt.
He pulled back, surveying her. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to shag me?" he said, his voice filled with humour and amusement. She was pouting, a bit annoyed she wasn't getting her way exactly.
Reaching over, he stroked her face, still standing in front of her. "What's going on, Tracey? What happened with your parents? Are you okay?" Concern now took place of the amusement that was in his voice seconds before.
Tracey sighed and lay back on the bed with her feet still down on the floor on either side of her very uncooperative boyfriend. "They're wankers, both of them. They asked me to do something and I told them to sod off. End of story, nothing to talk about." Her face was tight in a frown and she decided that she wasn't going to think about them any more. They were going to take her inheritance away and she was going to do what she pleased with her life. One of those things was to shake off the dutiful virginal daughter thing and finally fuck her boyfriend.
He looked at her, laying on the bed willing but frowning. "Tracey..." His voice was tight. His body was following his mind's decision to not touch her. She looked beautiful and sexy, seductive in her own way. Dropping down, he sat down on the bed and pulled her feet on his lap. "What did you tell them to sod off about? You normally don't disagree with your parents..." He rubbed her feet automatically, trying to urge his body to calm down and stop reacting to her. He didn't want her to feel that all he cared about was sex -- he obviously didn't when after four years they still hadn't shagged.
She turned to him. "You sat," she said with a smirk.
"Smart ass," he muttered, pushing her feet off him and moving to cover her body with his. He kissed her. His tongue swept in and tasted her. She always tasted sweet. She kissed him back, running her hands down is body. He moaned, pulling back, when her hand stopped short of his trousers, trying to pull his shirt out of where they were tucked in. He pulled back, pushing her hair back from her face, he asked, "What's going on here?"
Tracey looked into his blue eyes. They were so full of trust that her heart nearly broke thinking about what her parents had wanted her to do. "I just love you so much, Theo." She leaned up to kiss him and just before she reached his lips she whispered, "I don't want to wait anymore."
Pulling farther back, he looked at her, trying to gauge her sincerity. "Are you sure?"
She nodded solemnly and arched into him, catching his lips with her own. She resumed pulling out his shirttails and starting from the bottom one by one, she released the buttons until she could smooth her hands across his bare chest. He took a quick intake of breath and she smiled against his lips. This felt good and they hadn't even done anything yet.
Still kissing her, he slowly began to undo the buttons on the shirt she was wearing. Once they were all undone, he pushed it down off her shoulders and kissed her bare skin. His mouth trailed along her skin, only skimming it from her shoulder down until his mouth was pressed against the top of her breasts, above the fabric of her bra. He stopped, glancing up at her. "Are you sure?" he asked again, wanting to make sure she was completely sure before he went farther, before he was too far gone in his own body to stop. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, to take her and not have her be perfectly willing and ready.
Tracey shivered as his cool breath blew across her chest. She should have been embarrassed. Theo had never seen her this wanton, but she didn't care that the soft lace of her black bra didn't cover her excitement. That her nipples were erect before he even touched them. That she could smell her own wetness and he hadn't done anything but breathe on her. She could feel him against her leg and knowing that he was just as ready for this made all the worry and the shyness disappear.
In a voice soft but more seductive than she had ever been in her life she whispered, "Please, Theo. I'm ready."
He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He moved back up, kissing her passionately. Her hands found their way into his hair, running through it haphazardly. He slid down her body, kissing her neck, her chest, until he was kissing the top of her breast again. He reached behind her back, happy that she was arched off the bed slightly, and freed the clasps on her bra, pushing it down and tossing it somewhere on the floor. "I want you, Tracey. I've always wanted you. I finally get to fuck you. To taste you. To feel you..." He took a deep breath. "I want to shag you senseless."
His mouth took one of the hardened peaks in his mouth and began to suck gently. Tracey felt sparks throughout her entire body. She arched off the bed further, pushing her breasts more firmly into his mouth and nearly passed out from the sensations. Moaning loudly, her hands dropped to rest on his shoulders, holding him there.
When he nipped her with his teeth she cried out. "Skirt, Theo, skirt must come off." She reached down and tried to undo the clasp but her hands were shaking.
He grabbed her hands, stopping her. Tailing his mouth up her skin, he left wet kisses in its wake. He claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss, enjoying her taste. His hands moved downward, to the clasp on her skirt and pulled it down, pushing it off her body as he continued to kiss her. His hands moved up and cupped her face, holding her face in his hands and kissing her deeply.
Pulling back, he murmured, "I love you, Tracey. I want... to... taste you for the first time." He didn't ask for permission or her reply, instead he abruptly slid down her body. His hands grabbed her knickers, removing them with ease. Once she was naked, he drank in the sight.
She was beautiful and sexy. Her knickers had been moist with her wetness. Her breasts were heaving; her eyes locked with his with no hint of reservations. All he could see was love and lust -- mingling in her intense green gaze. His hands grabbed her hips, still not moving toward the moisture that he so longed to taste.
What was he waiting for? Tracey resisted the urge to raise her hips in his hands and instead lifted her own hand to her breast and massaged it softly, pinching the peak softly between her fingertips. He groaned. Lifting her hips in his hands slightly, he leaned down. Taking a moment to inhale her scent, he let it run over him. Her warm scent fill his nostrils, letting him know that she was already ready for him.
His tongue flicked around her clit, making her moan. His tongue worked slow circles on her bundle of nerves. She was coming in him mouth and the taste of her juices drove him crazy. His erection was almost painful, wanting to be inside her moisture. He wanted it more than he ever had before, especially when she moaned sensually beneath him, arching up off the bed.
She'd heard the other girls in her dorm talk about this. Hell, she'd heard them trying to elicit this sort of feeling on their own behind their bed curtains often enough, but Tracey had never tried on her own, and now she wished she had, or at least that she'd seduced her boyfriend a lot earlier.
There was fire coursing through her body and Theo was relentlessly pulling her to the edge of something and then pushing her back again. He wasn't just using his tongue but his fingers too, and she rode his hand as the pressure built up once more. Her eyes were shut and her hands were fisted into the bed linens as he inserted another finger and began to scissor them together.
"Oh fuck, Theo, yes!" She was moaning curse words and nonsense but he seemed to get off on hearing them come out of her mouth so she didn't stifle it. She was so close... but she didn't know what she was close to..
Seeing her look so wanton practically writhing beneath him with the pleasure, he couldn't take it anymore. Muttering, "I'm sorry, I can't wait," he moved to situate himself between her spread legs. He made eye contact, taking in the desire that danced in her eyes, as he thrust into her. He expected to cause her pain, but instead she moaned loudly and raised her hips to take him in further. "Fuck," he muttered as he forced himself not to move.
She was stretching around him, squeezing him with her slick sheath. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, still inside her. His body wanted to move, to pull out of her and thrust in again, but he made himself stay still. He had to be sure this was what she wanted, that she was okay.
Tracey nodded her head quickly. It hadn't hurt her, not much anyway, and now that the pinching was gone all she could think about was that he was inside of her. She knew she must look a sight, with her hair stuck up funny and the sweat holding it to her forehead, but she didn't care. She just wanted him to move. She lifted her hips and started to move for him. He was going so slow.
He groaned. With her encouragement and assurance, he pulled out of her slightly, and then thrust back in. Again and again. The feeling of her around him was like nothing he had ever felt before. His pace quickened, pushing him further to the edge, but he didn't want to get there alone. Reaching between their bodies, he began to finger her clit again. She looked beautiful -- desirable and wanton as she writhed against him.
He wanted to find his release so bad, but since it was the first time together, he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted her to claim her orgasm first, to feel the incredible pleasure that was passing through him. It was like electricity surging through his body.
He increased the ministrations of his finger, hoping to push her over the edge. "Fuck, Tracey, you feel so good. Fucking you feels so good. I've wanted this so long... Please come for me," he requested, closing his eyes to try to keep his control.
He never spoke like that. He was never out of breath or wanting. He was usually calm and in control, so it was hearing the lack of control in his voice that made her finally come screaming his name. She rode out her orgasm thinking incoherent thoughts of how they needed to do this all the time and how she never wanted to leave his bed.
She called out his name and he was undone. He thrust faster now and as she clenched around him he finally let go. He climaxed inside when he felt her muscles tightening around him. It was an indescribable feeling; a pleasure he had never felt before in his life. It was so intense it took the strength out him and he collapsed on top of her, knocking the air out of her small body.
"Fuck," he said, "I'm sorry," He didn't know where he found the strength to roll off her, taking her with him so he was still inside her, sprawled over his body.
She was breathing heavily but she was as far from upset as she could be. "There are no sorries," she said softly as she leaned up to kiss him. It was slow and sensual and if he hadn't just completely worn himself out 'shagging her senseless' he would have been tempted to try and touch her and make her make those sounds again. As it was, he just kissed her soundly before pulling her down on his chest. They had a good two hours before classes were over and he wasn't letting go until the very last moment that he had to.
He kissed her hair. "Are you okay?" he whispered, wanting reassurance that this was what she had wanted, that she felt no regrets. He didn't regret it in the least bit. Well, he did regret he hadn't been able to convince her to do it sooner. His hand stroked down her back, smiling softly where she couldn't see her face.
Tracey nodded and smiled as she pressed a kiss against his chest. "I'm perfect, Theo." And she was. She had told her parents off about losing the most important thing in her life and she felt good about her choice. There would be time to explain to him that it wasn't just him who had to succeed after school was done, she would need to prove herself not a failure as well. She found his hand and placed her palm against his. She had him. They would be together and so no matter what happened they would be successful.
"Tracey, love..." he murmured. He didn't know how to finish his sentence. This was what he had been waiting for, but he knew he had to let her go, let her get dressed so no one would know. He wasn't ruining her reputation anymore than the night before had. He tightened his hold, deciding they still had plenty of time. He closed his eyes, not used to the exhaustion after sex. "Damn, I'm tired," he muttered.
"Then sleep, Theo," she said looking up at him affectionately.
His eyes fluttered closed and Tracey lay on her hand just watching him for a while. His breaths were easy and unencumbered, and she longed to stay with him all afternoon, but she could tell that the time was coming for classes to end and as right as she felt about what they had just done, she didn't feel like sharing it with the other boys she'd known all her life. She gingerly lifted herself from on top of him and before even dressing she covered him up with his green duvet.
Picking up her clothes she looked around. She had no idea where he'd thrown her knickers. A dark thought crossed her mind as she imagined them on Balsie's bed or something, but she pushed it out and pulled her skirt up without them. She finished dressing as quickly as she possibly could and with one last fond look at her sleeping boyfriend, she drew the curtains around his bed, charmed them silent so he wouldn't be disturbed by the other boys coming in after class, and left to change into a pair of trousers... complete with knickers.
Theo opened his eyes, immediately aware that Tracey wasn't there anymore. "Tracey?" he called, pulling back to the curtain and stepping off the bed to grab his dressing gown. She was gone. Her black knickers were laying under the edge of his bed. He snatched them up, shoving them under his pillow for safe keeping before laying back down. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, praying that she hadn't left him but had left because the boys might be coming up soon. He couldn't bare the thought that she might already regret what they had done. Sleep called to him again, and he pushed away any thought of Tracey regretting shagging him, letting himself go to sleep again.
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jandjsalmonWords: circa 6000 the chapter
Rating: ultimately NC-17 (this chapter is NC-17)
Characters/Pairings: Theodore Nott/Tracey Davis
Warnings: character death, swearing, sex/smut, not exactly HBP compliant.
Author's Notes: I'm honored to be able to write our Theo/Tracey with my awesome friend, Jess.
Summary: Theodore Nott and Tracey Davis are happily in love. They plan to spend forever together until after several unforeseeable circumstances they are pulled apart. Eight years later, something they witnessed on one of their last dates comes back to haunt them both and push them together in ways neither is prepared for
Summary for chapter: Tracey is called to her father's office and then her and Theo share a first together.
Previous chapters: 1
Tracey woke to Theo gently kissing her forehead. "It's time to wake up, Trace. Breakfast is almost over."
Tracey looked at him though sleepy eyes. She'd never actually slept over night in his dorm before, but it was a wonderful feeling, that's for sure. He was laying on the bed next to her with wet hair and his uniform on. She looked around them but then realised that she was wearing the same jumper and skirt she'd been wearing when they'd gone out the night before and her eyes grew wide. Last night! Tracey started finding it difficult to breathe and her eyes started going out of focus. They'd seen someone murdered.
Theo immediately knew what had her so upset again and he pulled her into his arms. "We're safe, Tracey. You're okay. Nothing happened to you. I'm here. I'll protect you."
Tracey sniffed but knew he was right. She let him hold her for a few minutes longer before getting up off the bed. She peeked a head out of the curtains to be sure that none of the other boys were undressed. Vinnie was the only one in the room and he only nodded politely at her from his bed before going back to trying to knot his necktie properly. "I'll be right out, you'll come to breakfast with me, right?"
Theo drew the curtains. "Crabbe, can you give Tracey some privacy?" The other boy grunted his direction, grabbed his books, and left grinning like a fool. Theo swore. This was exactly why he had avoided ever having Tracey stay the night in his bed. Let the rumors begin, he thought angrily. Getting out of bed he turned to her, "I'll wait at the bottom of the stairs." He eyed her for a moment trying to decide if it was okay for him to leave her alone after last night. Deciding she'd be fine in the few minutes it took her to get ready, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, murmuring, "I love you, Tracey. You'll safe with me here."
She nodded slowly and walked out of the dorm and down the corridor into the seventh year girls' dormitory. Tracey was busy doing up buttons on one of the white dress shirts she'd nicked from Theo years before when Pansy walked into their room from the bathroom. "Well, Trace, I don't recall seeing you come to bed last night. How was Theo last night then? And by 'how was he' I'm not asking about his day."
Tracey rolled her eyes and ignored her friend. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and walked out without sparing the smirking girl a second glance.
Theo was right where he said he'd be when she reached the stairs. She hadn't walked up to breakfast without him since he had the dragon pox in fourth year and she certainly didn't want to start now, not after all the suggestive looks she was getting from the underclassmen.
Theo grabbed her hand and together they walked up the stairs toward the Great Hall. With all the whispers and looks from the other Slytherins -- especially those in in their year -- he stopped short of the door. "Tracey, I'm sorry. I should have woken you last night and sent you to bed." He looked at her sadly, wishing he had woken her up that night or at least taken her to her own bed himself. But he had been enjoying the feel of her in his arms all night and had slept better than he had in years, despite the fact they had witnessed a murder and his life was falling apart around him. The fact she wasn't leaving gave him hope that maybe everything would be okay. He could get over the rumours, but he hated knowing her reputation was now tarnished. They stayed just out the door for a moment, she hugged him tightly.
"Do you really think I care what they think, Theo? I've wanted to sleep in your dorm for years... and it was lovely, it really was," she assured him. "Entirely worth all the grief we're going to get. You do realise Blaise will probably tell his mum, who will probably tell my mum. They're going to expect you to marry me someday, you know. Make an honest woman out of me, right?" She grinned at that and kissed him softly.
He pulled her back for a long ,deeper kiss. Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against hers. "I love you. I expect to marry you one day. As long as you'll have me -- broke and all," he told her, grinning. Letting her go, he grabbed her hand and led her into the Great Hall where they were greeted with catcalls and whistles from the Slytherins. It was really juvenile and always had been below Theo. Someone else's sex life was never any of his business -- but Tracey's -- and he hated the gossip that was impossible to avoid at Hogwarts. They sat down and served themselves. After pouring Tracey a glass of pumpkin juice -- her favourite -- he poured himself a glass and they ate in companionable silence, ignoring the others.
Tracey was just about to put her last piece of bacon in her mouth when the post rang through the Hall. A stately looking white snowy owl dropped a letter on satiny white parchment in front of her and flew away before she could give it anything to eat or drink. Tracey recognised it as one from her father's company and clearly, the bird was appalled at being sent on a lowly errand to the president's daughter's school.
She opened it quickly and saw Malcolm Davis' tight script.
Tracey,
Your mother and I would like to see you this morning. Please make your way to the Headmistress' office at half past eleven where a portkey will bring you home.
Dad
Theo glanced at her, interested in the look of curiosity on her face. "Is that from your father?" he asked, something told him it was. It was the way she acted; she respected and adored her father, making it easy to tell when she spoke of him or received a letter from him.
She nodded and handed him the letter. "He never sends me post from work. I wonder what's the matter."
After skimming it, Theo handed it back to her. Her parents couldn't have heard about last night all ready, could they have? He looked down at Blaise Zabini, and wondered if the boy had gotten up extra early to tattle on them. Blaise had been known to be protective... but that had been four years ago. He'd basically let Tracey make decisions on her own since Theo explained in no uncertain terms that he loved the witch and that nothing the other boy said would change that. Not to mention threatened to hex Blaise if he ever did something to try to force Tracey to break up with him. Tracey never knew of the conversation or the threats, instead she lived blindly, thinking that her friend and boyfriend actually had came to an understanding with each other.
Shaking his head, he decided the tone of the letter didn't exactly indicated that her parents had found out. Her mother would have probably sent an howler telling her to return home if she had been a part what everyone seemed to think had happened last night -- that hadn't happened -- rather than simple letter. Her parents were incredibly protective of her and her reputation, and it was unlikely things would go this nice if their family's reputation was tarnished or in jeopardy. If it was about last night, her mother was also likely to send a letter to his mother to inform her and he would be receiving a howler as well.
"I suppose it means I'll have to miss Herbology," Tracey grimaced. It was her favourite class. Trust her parents to interrupt her favourite class. She groaned. They were one of the last people still sitting at their table. "You ready then? I'm sure Professor Slughorn would just love it if we were late to Advanced Potions. I really slept too late, sorry about that."
He laughed without humour. "Like I give a shit what Slughorn thinks." Theo had little respect for the man; he always picked favorites and treated the rest like crap. "I'll walk you to the headmaster's office afterward, okay?"
Tracey nodded and they both managed to make it to class on time and without having to sit apart from one another. The clock went extra slow as Tracey pondered what her parents wanted to speak to her about and worried about the horrible things they had both seen the night before in Hogsmeade. Thankfully, Theo was used to her not paying too much attention as she stirred their cauldron. He always managed to charm the stirring stick out of her hands before she turned it once too many times clockwise or some other such rubbish. Today was no exception, though this time her thoughts were much less pleasantly engaged than usual.
Class ended just before eleven, and Tracey packed up her back slower than usual. Whatever her parents wanted to talk to her about had to be pretty damn serious. Otherwise they would have just written it in an owl or come to see her at school. Theo knew she was stalling and sent her a wry smile before grabbing her bag and leading her to the door.
He draped his arm around her shoulder when she caught up with him. "I'll walk you to the Headmistress' office," he offered, guiding her in the right direction. She pouted, making him have to hide his smirk. She was one of the few he thought was sexy when she pouted. Once they reached the door to the office steps, he kissed her thoroughly before releasing her, his arms around her back, bring her small body to his. He pulled back, whispered, "Come find me when you get back, okay?" He kissed her forehead. "I'm sure everything is fine."
Tracey nodded and walked wearily up the stone steps pausing before walking into Professor McGonagall's office. "Excuse me, Professor?" she asked quietly, hoping that the woman was somewhere inside.
"Come in, Miss Davis. I was expecting you. Nearly late for your portkey," she said briskly, but not unkindly.
Tracey nodded and walked silently toward the Headmistress' desk.
Professor McGonagall handed her a small black box. Tracey opened it to find a small diamond tennis bracelet. They're sending me jewelry? she wondered incredulously just as she felt an uncomfortably familiar tug at her naval.
Tracey landed unceremoniously on the far side of her father's mahogany desk. She'd always felt out of place here. There was Quidditch paraphernalia everywhere and while Tracey enjoyed the game just as much as the next witch, she'd certainly hadn't ever wanted to stuff an office full of Quidditch crap. Her father owned Bowman-Davis and had added to the immensely large fortune he'd inherited by making the best brooms and snitches in the world.
Strangely, despite the mention in the note, Tracey hadn't expected her mother to really be sitting there waiting for her, he was usually far too busy shopping or some other such rot, but there was Maeve Davis, sitting like a queen on a throne behind her husband's desk... a throne of Quidditch accessories.
"Mummy, Daddy. This is unexpected." Tracey was still fingering the bracelet that had acted as a portkey. "What on earth is that matter? What is so important that I had to be pulled out of school?"
Her father eyed her with severe seriousness. "Tracey, we have recently become aware..." He faltered uncharacteristically and her mother jumped in after giving her husband an annoyed glare.
"The Daily Prophet reported that the Notts have finally lost their fortune. I'm sure you can understand that we cannot let our only living child, the daughter who will inherit everythingto align herself with someone so... common now. Theodore is desolate, dear; and because of his father taint, he's become shame to the wizarding community also. I'm sure you can understand why you must stop seeing him immediately. If only to avoid further shame and complications for us. We may have so easily fallen into disgrace had this relationship of yours ever gone past that of school-girl fancy."
Tracey was shocked. School-girl fancy? They'd been together since she was thirteen years old. Her parents had always welcomed the relationship. They'd encouraged it. They couldn't be serious. She hardly knew what to say, but though she rarely lost her temper at her parents, she couldn't just sit back and be the respectful and dutiful daughter she normally was, not when they were asking her to do this.
"Theodore is not a shame to the wizarding world. You know him. He's been part of our family for years. I can't believe you'd ask me to do this." Tracey was shaking and she nearly walked out of her father's office but then realised that this was precisely why they had portkeyed her there instead of just coming to see her at Hogwarts. She couldn't get away until they said she could.
Her father could obviously see her distress and chose this time to speak up. "But Tracey, we're not asking you. We're telling you, dear. You were never really meant to marry the boy and now is as good a time as any to completely sever ties with him. It will be easier now that you're almost finished with school. The time is coming when you will meet important men, ones who will be an asset to the company and to the family. You will see things our way or you will find yourself just as destitute as your boy there."
Tracey blinked the tears out of her eyes. "I won't do it. You can't make me. I love him and I'd gladly be with him penniless than without him with all your money." Despite her words, she didn't sound a bit like a princess demanding her way. She was calm, firm, and resolute in her decision. She wasn't letting them take Theo away from her. His wealth didn't mean anything to her.
"Oh honestly, Tracey! Boys like him are a dime a dozen," her mother spat out in disgust. "There will be no further argument. It's over between the two of you." Maeve Davis stood and fingered the portkey in her daughter's hand. "And keep the bracelet. It will send you back to school shortly, but consider it an early graduation present from us." With that, the matriarch kissed her stunned daughter's head and Apparated back to whatever spa or shop she had been in before being summoned to this meeting by her husband.
Tracey was left looking blankly at her father. I can't do it, she thought miserably.
He came round his desk and patted her shoulder. He'd always loved his daughter and put her wants ahead of many grand ideas he'd had planned for her, especially after her older brother died, but this time he just wasn't going to budge. Thankfully, she'd never been a demanding child and he hoped she would be just as compliant about the Nott boy.
"There, there, dear. You'll see. It'll all be set to rights. We really do have your best interests at hearts. Theodore is not for you," he said soothingly.
Tracey's eyes widened and she backed away from him. "No, Daddy, you're wrong. You say you're doing this for me, but what's best for me is to be with him. I'm not giving Theo up. I won't." She set her jaw defiantly as the portkey hummed and she felt that pull again. She found herself in the Headmistress' office and throwing the bracelet down hard on the floor she set off immediately to find Theo.
Theo was sitting outside under a tree. It was a nice day, clear out and not too hot. Sick of the whispers, giggles, and pointing, he had fled to safety where no one was. He skipped lunch to just be alone. Opening the book he had brought with him, he began to read, content to just loose himself in the book and not think of the rumours, problems, or the fact Tracey was off to see her parents for a reason only Merlin knew.
Tracey was running. She never ran, but she was running now. She had popped her head in the Great Hall but when she couldn't see Theo at their table she figured he must have skived off lunch. He wasn't in his dorm room or the library and her heart began beating so fast when she couldn't find him that she was almost frantic. What if the man last night had seen them? What if her parents had sent him an owl too? Tracey was almost hyperventilating when she walked out the front doors and finally saw him that she rushed into his arms and gave him quite a shock.
Theo grunted once his girlfriend rushed into him, dropping the book and wrapping his arms around her. "Sweet Salazar, Tracey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He rubbed her back softly, pulling her onto his lap so he was cradling and could see her face. Examining it, he repeated, "What's wrong? You're scaring me."
She looked up at him through almost tears and with a forced smile, softly said, "Nothing is wrong, Theo. I just couldn't find you and got worried." She swallowed the lump in her throat and held him tighter. I'm not giving this up, she thought bitterly. I don't care what they say, I won't!
He didn't believe her. Something was obviously wrong. Rocking her gently, he murmured, "I'm always here, dear. You'll always be able to find me. I'm not going anywhere." He kissed her hair, content to just hold her.
She looked up at him and believed him. They were going to be just fine. "Theo, do we have to go to class this afternoon?" she asked, hoping that just because he was the more studious of the two he wouldn't insist that they be responsible.
Tilting his head to the side he said, "How about we do something together instead? Class be damned."
Tracey smiled wickedly up at him. She knew exactly what she wanted to be doing together, her parent's little conference had cemented the idea for her. They weren't going to tell her who to love and their forever lectures on how proper pure-blooded witches behaved before they were married was garbage. Now, all she had to do was convince Theo. He was all about protecting her virtue, but he was also a seventeen-year-old boy with a girlfriend who had always stopped him at second base, it shouldn't be too difficult. "I'm not feeling like facing anyone else, really. What did you have in mind, Theo?"
He narrowed his eyes. The look in her eyes was a mischievous one. "Nothing really. But I think you have something in mind..."
She shook her head innocently but couldn't hide her smirk. She was aware that he knew she was being sneaky, you didn't spend almost all your free time with someone without being able to read one another, but she figured he'd immediately think something was up if she proceeded to push him down on the grass and have her way with him.
"You do." He paused. "Just say what it is, love. It's not like I'd think it was stupid or something." He was at a loss at what to say. It wasn't often he was at a loss at what to say to her, and more rarely the look in her eyes were driving him crazy. He also have to push her off him to keep from kissing her and trying to ravish her. That was probably the last thing she needed or wanted right now -- a randy and uncontrolled boyfriend pawing her.
She wasn't going to come out and say what she was thinking. She wasn't going to say that the one thing she needed was to feel that he loved her and needed her and wanted her. She wasn't going to say that, so instead she pointed at his books, "Did you want to put your bag in your dorm? I left mine in the common room when I went up there to look for you. Then, everyone else will be in classes, we could just hang out down there, if you'd like."
He nodded, gathering his things quickly as she stood up. "Sounds good to me," he told her, still wondering what she was up to.
They saw a few people wandering out of the common room as they walked through the stone doorway but most were underclassmen and gave the seventh years a wide berth. Tracey followed him into his dorm and sat on his bed as he set his rucksack on the top of the desk and rummaged through it for something at the back of the drawer.
By the time he turned around, all she was wearing was his almost tight dress shirt from fourth year and her grey skirt. Normally, the buttons bulging open in funny places was hidden by the school jumper she wore, but she had managed to pull it over her head without mussing her hair too much. Even her shoes were off and sitting on the chest at the foot of his bed.
He raised is eyebrows in question. "Getting comfortable?" She looked beautiful in such an odd outfit. He moved back, leaning against the desk and drank in the sight. She was amazing -- sexy and seductive and it was all he could do not to throw her down on the bed and shag her senseless. His body was responding, he felt himself grow anxious, annoyed with his own lack of control.
She nodded and patted the bed next to her. "Join me?" she asked softer than she had meant to.
Pushing off the desk, he walked to the bed and stood in front of her against the bed with one of her legs on either side of him. "Dearest, what's on your mind? I am not sitting down until you tell me."
Tracey decided this was a personal challenge and muttered something akin to 'we'll see about that' as she pulled him down by his neck-tie and began kissing him deeply. Theo laid a hand on one side of her on the bed and chuckled as she attempted to unbutton his dress shirt.
He pulled back, surveying her. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to shag me?" he said, his voice filled with humour and amusement. She was pouting, a bit annoyed she wasn't getting her way exactly.
Reaching over, he stroked her face, still standing in front of her. "What's going on, Tracey? What happened with your parents? Are you okay?" Concern now took place of the amusement that was in his voice seconds before.
Tracey sighed and lay back on the bed with her feet still down on the floor on either side of her very uncooperative boyfriend. "They're wankers, both of them. They asked me to do something and I told them to sod off. End of story, nothing to talk about." Her face was tight in a frown and she decided that she wasn't going to think about them any more. They were going to take her inheritance away and she was going to do what she pleased with her life. One of those things was to shake off the dutiful virginal daughter thing and finally fuck her boyfriend.
He looked at her, laying on the bed willing but frowning. "Tracey..." His voice was tight. His body was following his mind's decision to not touch her. She looked beautiful and sexy, seductive in her own way. Dropping down, he sat down on the bed and pulled her feet on his lap. "What did you tell them to sod off about? You normally don't disagree with your parents..." He rubbed her feet automatically, trying to urge his body to calm down and stop reacting to her. He didn't want her to feel that all he cared about was sex -- he obviously didn't when after four years they still hadn't shagged.
She turned to him. "You sat," she said with a smirk.
"Smart ass," he muttered, pushing her feet off him and moving to cover her body with his. He kissed her. His tongue swept in and tasted her. She always tasted sweet. She kissed him back, running her hands down is body. He moaned, pulling back, when her hand stopped short of his trousers, trying to pull his shirt out of where they were tucked in. He pulled back, pushing her hair back from her face, he asked, "What's going on here?"
Tracey looked into his blue eyes. They were so full of trust that her heart nearly broke thinking about what her parents had wanted her to do. "I just love you so much, Theo." She leaned up to kiss him and just before she reached his lips she whispered, "I don't want to wait anymore."
Pulling farther back, he looked at her, trying to gauge her sincerity. "Are you sure?"
She nodded solemnly and arched into him, catching his lips with her own. She resumed pulling out his shirttails and starting from the bottom one by one, she released the buttons until she could smooth her hands across his bare chest. He took a quick intake of breath and she smiled against his lips. This felt good and they hadn't even done anything yet.
Still kissing her, he slowly began to undo the buttons on the shirt she was wearing. Once they were all undone, he pushed it down off her shoulders and kissed her bare skin. His mouth trailed along her skin, only skimming it from her shoulder down until his mouth was pressed against the top of her breasts, above the fabric of her bra. He stopped, glancing up at her. "Are you sure?" he asked again, wanting to make sure she was completely sure before he went farther, before he was too far gone in his own body to stop. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, to take her and not have her be perfectly willing and ready.
Tracey shivered as his cool breath blew across her chest. She should have been embarrassed. Theo had never seen her this wanton, but she didn't care that the soft lace of her black bra didn't cover her excitement. That her nipples were erect before he even touched them. That she could smell her own wetness and he hadn't done anything but breathe on her. She could feel him against her leg and knowing that he was just as ready for this made all the worry and the shyness disappear.
In a voice soft but more seductive than she had ever been in her life she whispered, "Please, Theo. I'm ready."
He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He moved back up, kissing her passionately. Her hands found their way into his hair, running through it haphazardly. He slid down her body, kissing her neck, her chest, until he was kissing the top of her breast again. He reached behind her back, happy that she was arched off the bed slightly, and freed the clasps on her bra, pushing it down and tossing it somewhere on the floor. "I want you, Tracey. I've always wanted you. I finally get to fuck you. To taste you. To feel you..." He took a deep breath. "I want to shag you senseless."
His mouth took one of the hardened peaks in his mouth and began to suck gently. Tracey felt sparks throughout her entire body. She arched off the bed further, pushing her breasts more firmly into his mouth and nearly passed out from the sensations. Moaning loudly, her hands dropped to rest on his shoulders, holding him there.
When he nipped her with his teeth she cried out. "Skirt, Theo, skirt must come off." She reached down and tried to undo the clasp but her hands were shaking.
He grabbed her hands, stopping her. Tailing his mouth up her skin, he left wet kisses in its wake. He claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss, enjoying her taste. His hands moved downward, to the clasp on her skirt and pulled it down, pushing it off her body as he continued to kiss her. His hands moved up and cupped her face, holding her face in his hands and kissing her deeply.
Pulling back, he murmured, "I love you, Tracey. I want... to... taste you for the first time." He didn't ask for permission or her reply, instead he abruptly slid down her body. His hands grabbed her knickers, removing them with ease. Once she was naked, he drank in the sight.
She was beautiful and sexy. Her knickers had been moist with her wetness. Her breasts were heaving; her eyes locked with his with no hint of reservations. All he could see was love and lust -- mingling in her intense green gaze. His hands grabbed her hips, still not moving toward the moisture that he so longed to taste.
What was he waiting for? Tracey resisted the urge to raise her hips in his hands and instead lifted her own hand to her breast and massaged it softly, pinching the peak softly between her fingertips. He groaned. Lifting her hips in his hands slightly, he leaned down. Taking a moment to inhale her scent, he let it run over him. Her warm scent fill his nostrils, letting him know that she was already ready for him.
His tongue flicked around her clit, making her moan. His tongue worked slow circles on her bundle of nerves. She was coming in him mouth and the taste of her juices drove him crazy. His erection was almost painful, wanting to be inside her moisture. He wanted it more than he ever had before, especially when she moaned sensually beneath him, arching up off the bed.
She'd heard the other girls in her dorm talk about this. Hell, she'd heard them trying to elicit this sort of feeling on their own behind their bed curtains often enough, but Tracey had never tried on her own, and now she wished she had, or at least that she'd seduced her boyfriend a lot earlier.
There was fire coursing through her body and Theo was relentlessly pulling her to the edge of something and then pushing her back again. He wasn't just using his tongue but his fingers too, and she rode his hand as the pressure built up once more. Her eyes were shut and her hands were fisted into the bed linens as he inserted another finger and began to scissor them together.
"Oh fuck, Theo, yes!" She was moaning curse words and nonsense but he seemed to get off on hearing them come out of her mouth so she didn't stifle it. She was so close... but she didn't know what she was close to..
Seeing her look so wanton practically writhing beneath him with the pleasure, he couldn't take it anymore. Muttering, "I'm sorry, I can't wait," he moved to situate himself between her spread legs. He made eye contact, taking in the desire that danced in her eyes, as he thrust into her. He expected to cause her pain, but instead she moaned loudly and raised her hips to take him in further. "Fuck," he muttered as he forced himself not to move.
She was stretching around him, squeezing him with her slick sheath. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, still inside her. His body wanted to move, to pull out of her and thrust in again, but he made himself stay still. He had to be sure this was what she wanted, that she was okay.
Tracey nodded her head quickly. It hadn't hurt her, not much anyway, and now that the pinching was gone all she could think about was that he was inside of her. She knew she must look a sight, with her hair stuck up funny and the sweat holding it to her forehead, but she didn't care. She just wanted him to move. She lifted her hips and started to move for him. He was going so slow.
He groaned. With her encouragement and assurance, he pulled out of her slightly, and then thrust back in. Again and again. The feeling of her around him was like nothing he had ever felt before. His pace quickened, pushing him further to the edge, but he didn't want to get there alone. Reaching between their bodies, he began to finger her clit again. She looked beautiful -- desirable and wanton as she writhed against him.
He wanted to find his release so bad, but since it was the first time together, he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted her to claim her orgasm first, to feel the incredible pleasure that was passing through him. It was like electricity surging through his body.
He increased the ministrations of his finger, hoping to push her over the edge. "Fuck, Tracey, you feel so good. Fucking you feels so good. I've wanted this so long... Please come for me," he requested, closing his eyes to try to keep his control.
He never spoke like that. He was never out of breath or wanting. He was usually calm and in control, so it was hearing the lack of control in his voice that made her finally come screaming his name. She rode out her orgasm thinking incoherent thoughts of how they needed to do this all the time and how she never wanted to leave his bed.
She called out his name and he was undone. He thrust faster now and as she clenched around him he finally let go. He climaxed inside when he felt her muscles tightening around him. It was an indescribable feeling; a pleasure he had never felt before in his life. It was so intense it took the strength out him and he collapsed on top of her, knocking the air out of her small body.
"Fuck," he said, "I'm sorry," He didn't know where he found the strength to roll off her, taking her with him so he was still inside her, sprawled over his body.
She was breathing heavily but she was as far from upset as she could be. "There are no sorries," she said softly as she leaned up to kiss him. It was slow and sensual and if he hadn't just completely worn himself out 'shagging her senseless' he would have been tempted to try and touch her and make her make those sounds again. As it was, he just kissed her soundly before pulling her down on his chest. They had a good two hours before classes were over and he wasn't letting go until the very last moment that he had to.
He kissed her hair. "Are you okay?" he whispered, wanting reassurance that this was what she had wanted, that she felt no regrets. He didn't regret it in the least bit. Well, he did regret he hadn't been able to convince her to do it sooner. His hand stroked down her back, smiling softly where she couldn't see her face.
Tracey nodded and smiled as she pressed a kiss against his chest. "I'm perfect, Theo." And she was. She had told her parents off about losing the most important thing in her life and she felt good about her choice. There would be time to explain to him that it wasn't just him who had to succeed after school was done, she would need to prove herself not a failure as well. She found his hand and placed her palm against his. She had him. They would be together and so no matter what happened they would be successful.
"Tracey, love..." he murmured. He didn't know how to finish his sentence. This was what he had been waiting for, but he knew he had to let her go, let her get dressed so no one would know. He wasn't ruining her reputation anymore than the night before had. He tightened his hold, deciding they still had plenty of time. He closed his eyes, not used to the exhaustion after sex. "Damn, I'm tired," he muttered.
"Then sleep, Theo," she said looking up at him affectionately.
His eyes fluttered closed and Tracey lay on her hand just watching him for a while. His breaths were easy and unencumbered, and she longed to stay with him all afternoon, but she could tell that the time was coming for classes to end and as right as she felt about what they had just done, she didn't feel like sharing it with the other boys she'd known all her life. She gingerly lifted herself from on top of him and before even dressing she covered him up with his green duvet.
Picking up her clothes she looked around. She had no idea where he'd thrown her knickers. A dark thought crossed her mind as she imagined them on Balsie's bed or something, but she pushed it out and pulled her skirt up without them. She finished dressing as quickly as she possibly could and with one last fond look at her sleeping boyfriend, she drew the curtains around his bed, charmed them silent so he wouldn't be disturbed by the other boys coming in after class, and left to change into a pair of trousers... complete with knickers.
Theo opened his eyes, immediately aware that Tracey wasn't there anymore. "Tracey?" he called, pulling back to the curtain and stepping off the bed to grab his dressing gown. She was gone. Her black knickers were laying under the edge of his bed. He snatched them up, shoving them under his pillow for safe keeping before laying back down. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, praying that she hadn't left him but had left because the boys might be coming up soon. He couldn't bare the thought that she might already regret what they had done. Sleep called to him again, and he pushed away any thought of Tracey regretting shagging him, letting himself go to sleep again.
