1 one-shot: Theo/Tracey
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amorphousTitle: Stay in Bed
Words: circa 2000
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Theo/Tracey
Warnings: PWP
Author's Notes: This is for J2 (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jandjsalmon). She tied first place in my fandom meme. When I think of Jess I think Theo/Tracey and PWP, so that's what she got! (Side note: Dirty is not my forte in writing therefore not Theo's at all. Thank you. I also added something I think you'll catch and realize, "wow, she remembers...".) I hope you like it, Jess!
Summary: Theo comes home to Tracey...
Theo closed the door behind him, right in a house elf's face. He hated the dratted things; they were in everyone's business and his business was his alone. He was a man who enjoyed his privacy and with those creatures running around it was hard to attain.
Tracey was in bed, sleeping soundly. Her hair was a wet halo around her head, obviously falling asleep shortly after taking a shower. She was on the blankets, uncovered and bare. Her robes were bunched up around her waist, making him smile at the haphazard way she always slept. Her long shapely legs were amply displayed as well as her lacey knickers beneath her robes.
He was tempted not to disturb her; she looked so peaceful and beautiful in her deep sleep. But she herself was much too tempting. Walking over to the bed, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, making her stir in her sleep but she didn't fully wake up. "Tracey?" he whispered against her hair.
Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled at him. "Morning, Theo," she greeted him.
Chuckling, he joined her in the bed, pulling her against him and running his hand up her thigh. She cuddled close, closing her eyes again after she placed her head on his chest. It was her favorite position to sleep in. He stroked her hair, and she sighed with contentment. "It's not morning," he informed her, affection in his voice. "I just got off work."
"Oh," she whispered, laughing softly to herself. "I should get out of habit of these naps."
He shook his head then realized she couldn't see him and said, "No. You shouldn't change a thing."
"How was work?" she asked conversationally.
"Long. How was home?"
"Boring and lonely without you," she told him glancing up at him through her long lashes. "It's always better when you're here."
He grinned down at her suggestively. "Boring you say? What would make it more interesting?"
Her hand drifted down, stopping just below his stomach. "The robes being off would certainly make it more enjoyable to have you hope."
"Is that right?" he asked, stroking her thigh again. His body was already responding and she hadn't even touched him. He rolled over so his body was covering hers and he grinned wickedly down at her. "What would you do if I didn't have my robes on?"
She smiled up at him suggestively. "I'd touch you…" Seeming shy, she continued in a whisper as her hands slowly rubbed against his covered erection. "I'd kiss your chest as I ran my hands through your hair and worked downward until I finally reached…"
"Reached what?" he asked when she stopped. His breathing had already quickly, making his inquiry come out as raspy.
"Until I reached your cock. Then I would take you in my mouth, suck you until you give me what I want… Then I would drink it in, I would drink you in." Her face was red and Theo leaned down and captured her mouth with his, kissing her with passion and heat. She opened her mouth under his and his tongue swept in, tasting her.
She rubbed her body against his restlessly. Pulling back, he reached down and pulled off her robes, thankful they were still bunched up against her waist. He tossed them aside and took a moment to look down at her. She was gorgeous despite the fact she still had her undergarments on. Her breasts were full and her nipples already hard beneath the silk.
Quickly he kissed her again as he reached behind her to take off her bra. Discarding that offending garment, his mouth ascended on her breasts. He took her hardened nipple in his mouth and sucked. Her hands fisted in his hair as she arched up toward him, moaning. He switched his attention to the other breasts, reaching up to massage her now ignored breast with one hand.
Pulling away from her breasts, she gasped with disappoint at his absence and thrust her breasts forward, as if begging him to continue. He trailed his mouth down her chest, pass her stomach where he dipped his tongue in her navel, and then lower. He settled himself between her legs before lifting her hips slightly. "I want to taste you. I want to hear you scream my name." Leaning down his tongue evaded her and he found she was already wet with desire.
She moaned loudly when his tongue flickered over her clit. The circles of his tongue started out slow, but her hands gripped his hair, shoving him forward as she pressed upward toward his mouth. He pulled back slowly, murmuring, "You're beautiful," before he resumed his tasks happily.
Her muscles clenched around him as she screamed his name and took her release. It was so easy for him to get her to have an orgasm, but he always found himself enjoying the sight. He moved back to watch her. She was beautiful. Her breasts heaved and her eyes were filled with pleasure and desire. Her mouth was slightly open as she breathed in heavily, practically gasping for air.
He was about ready to lay back down next to her and pull her close again, content to hold her against him as her body spiraled in the pleasure he had caused, but she smiled at him. He leaned back down, ready to give her yet another orgasm, but she said, "No."
Pulling back, he looked up at her with surprise mixed with disappoint. "What?"
"It's your turn," she said in a whisper. She grabbed the front of his robes, pulling him down on top of her body. Deftly, she rolled on top of him, pressing her body to his seductively. "It's your turn," she repeated. She kissed his chin, then his mouth.
When she tried to pull away, he pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her. The kiss was searing; her tongue evaded her mouth, dancing with his easily as the kiss deepened.
She pulled back, grinning at him. "I want to fuck you, Theo, but first, first I want to taste you. I want to take you in my mouth and drink all you have to offer."
Scooting down his body, she settled herself at the foot of the bed, between his legs. She grabbed the hem of his robes and pushed it upward. He sat up and removed the robes for her. "Thank you," she said so politely he wanted to laugh.
He watched her. She gently stroked his erection; her hands moving up and down his shaft. He moaned, thrusting toward her involuntarily; the feelings her touch sent through him was incredible, powerful. Closing his eyes his eyes he groaned when her tongue flickered over his tip, licking up the precum that was already there.
She twirled slow circles around his tip. Encouraged by his moan, she took him in her mouth, sliding her soft lips up and down in rhythm. His hands moved to fist in her hair, controlling her pace as he moved her head up and down. He knew this was the way she liked it. She liked to him in the control, let him control the speed.
"Fuck," he groaned, increasing the pace and thrusting toward her mouth. "Your mouth—You have no—No fucking idea how—" He was cut off as he moaned loudly.
She released him, murmuring, "Come for me."
He knew he couldn't resist her request for long. The feeling was too strong; the desire to find his release was too powerful. She expertly sucked before pulling back again to circle the tip of her tongue over the tip of his penis.
"Fuck," he groaned.
"Come on," she whispered, "I want to taste you."
Without anymore resistance, he let go. Opening his eyes so he didn't miss the beautiful sight, he watched as her drink his juices. She caught his eyes, swallowing hard. "You taste good," she told him, closing her eyes as she licked her lips sensually.
He groaned at the sight. Pulling her up on his chest, he embraced her, holding her close and whispered, "You have no idea," in her ear before closing his eyes. He wasn't done with her, but he wasn't ready yet. She pressed close to him, her soft breasts pressing against his chest.
"I love you," she whispered as she closed her own eyes.
"Don't sleep yet, love," he whispered, "I'm not done with you yet."
She giggled. "What else did you have in mind?"
"In a few minutes, when my body gets over the mind blowing pleasure you gave me, I'll show you."
"You can tell me in the mean time."
"Well then… I'm going to fuck you," he informed her simply.
"How's that?" she whispered, her hot breath against his chest.
"I'm going to fuck you by sliding inside you. Again and again." He knew he wasn't any good at dirty talk. He'd rather do it than talk about it. "I'll feel you squeeze around me."
He reached up and stroked her soft hair. She whispered, "You're not good at dirty talk."
"But I am good at fucking."
She moved so she was looking at him, grinning playfully. "Are you now?"
"I certainly am..."
"Are you sure about that?"
He leaned down and kissed her forward. "Of course I am, Tracey, or else you weren't be so willing."
"Maybe I have no standards."
"You have more standards than anyone I know."
She laughed. "Then how did I end up with you?"
He grinned at her. "Like I said you have standards."
Her hands drifted down again, wrapping her hand around him. He gasped. "Are you ready to prove to me that you are good at fucking?" The erection in her hand was enough of a yes. She sat up, strangling him. "Now, what were you going to do again?"
He lifted her up then dropped her back down on his cock. "I was going to fuck you."
She closed her eyes, her back arching at the feeling of him inside her. She lifted herself off him slowly, then came back down hard. He moaned, closing his eyes. "Fuck."
"Fuck is right," she agreed with him in a moan.
In a quick pace, she started to create a rhythm to match his thrusts. She rode him easily, making the pleasure overwhelm him at the sensual and sexual feelings she caused to course through him as easily as she breathed. Theo doubted there was anything better than this feeling.
He reached between their bodies, finding her bundle of nerves and stroking it. She moaned. "Fuck," she gasped at the feeling.
He stroked her as she rode him in a fast pace that threatened to push him over the edge. "Come again for me, Tracey. Call my name," he requested in a raspy voice from the effort to keep control.
She arched back, her breasts thrust forward and eyes closed in bliss. "But I don't want this feeling to stop."
"For me. Come for me," he whispered again, his voice almost inaudible as he continued to try to hold back.
"Don't hold back," she whispered as if reading his mind. They both opened their eyes, his blue ones meeting her green ones for a moment before he nodded his agreement.
His body found its climax, shooting his seed inside her. She screamed his name suddenly, her muscles clenching around him and milking him for all he was worth. She collapsed on top of him and he immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as his body slowly came down from the pleasure she had inflicted on him.
She pressed her body to his, moving against him.
"Oh, Merlin, Tracey," he said, his breathing still quick and rapid, "Not again."
She laughed lightly. "Fine then. We'll just stay in bed all day tomorrow."
"Well?" he prodded after a short pause.
"Well what?" she asked, her voice drowsy.
"Well am I good at fucking or not?"
She laughed and kissed his chest. "Theo, you are the best lover I've ever had."
"I'm the only lover you ever had," he pointed out.
"And it just shows how good you are at fucking when I don't need another one."
The words warmed his heart, surprising him at the happiest he felt at the words. "I love you, Tracey."
She just stirred in her sleep slightly and didn't respond. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, letting the sweet darkness of sleep pull him in so he could wake up to stay in bed all day with the woman in his arms.
Words: circa 2000
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Theo/Tracey
Warnings: PWP
Author's Notes: This is for J2 (
jandjsalmon). She tied first place in my fandom meme. When I think of Jess I think Theo/Tracey and PWP, so that's what she got! (Side note: Dirty is not my forte in writing therefore not Theo's at all. Thank you. I also added something I think you'll catch and realize, "wow, she remembers...".) I hope you like it, Jess!Summary: Theo comes home to Tracey...
Theo closed the door behind him, right in a house elf's face. He hated the dratted things; they were in everyone's business and his business was his alone. He was a man who enjoyed his privacy and with those creatures running around it was hard to attain.
Tracey was in bed, sleeping soundly. Her hair was a wet halo around her head, obviously falling asleep shortly after taking a shower. She was on the blankets, uncovered and bare. Her robes were bunched up around her waist, making him smile at the haphazard way she always slept. Her long shapely legs were amply displayed as well as her lacey knickers beneath her robes.
He was tempted not to disturb her; she looked so peaceful and beautiful in her deep sleep. But she herself was much too tempting. Walking over to the bed, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, making her stir in her sleep but she didn't fully wake up. "Tracey?" he whispered against her hair.
Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled at him. "Morning, Theo," she greeted him.
Chuckling, he joined her in the bed, pulling her against him and running his hand up her thigh. She cuddled close, closing her eyes again after she placed her head on his chest. It was her favorite position to sleep in. He stroked her hair, and she sighed with contentment. "It's not morning," he informed her, affection in his voice. "I just got off work."
"Oh," she whispered, laughing softly to herself. "I should get out of habit of these naps."
He shook his head then realized she couldn't see him and said, "No. You shouldn't change a thing."
"How was work?" she asked conversationally.
"Long. How was home?"
"Boring and lonely without you," she told him glancing up at him through her long lashes. "It's always better when you're here."
He grinned down at her suggestively. "Boring you say? What would make it more interesting?"
Her hand drifted down, stopping just below his stomach. "The robes being off would certainly make it more enjoyable to have you hope."
"Is that right?" he asked, stroking her thigh again. His body was already responding and she hadn't even touched him. He rolled over so his body was covering hers and he grinned wickedly down at her. "What would you do if I didn't have my robes on?"
She smiled up at him suggestively. "I'd touch you…" Seeming shy, she continued in a whisper as her hands slowly rubbed against his covered erection. "I'd kiss your chest as I ran my hands through your hair and worked downward until I finally reached…"
"Reached what?" he asked when she stopped. His breathing had already quickly, making his inquiry come out as raspy.
"Until I reached your cock. Then I would take you in my mouth, suck you until you give me what I want… Then I would drink it in, I would drink you in." Her face was red and Theo leaned down and captured her mouth with his, kissing her with passion and heat. She opened her mouth under his and his tongue swept in, tasting her.
She rubbed her body against his restlessly. Pulling back, he reached down and pulled off her robes, thankful they were still bunched up against her waist. He tossed them aside and took a moment to look down at her. She was gorgeous despite the fact she still had her undergarments on. Her breasts were full and her nipples already hard beneath the silk.
Quickly he kissed her again as he reached behind her to take off her bra. Discarding that offending garment, his mouth ascended on her breasts. He took her hardened nipple in his mouth and sucked. Her hands fisted in his hair as she arched up toward him, moaning. He switched his attention to the other breasts, reaching up to massage her now ignored breast with one hand.
Pulling away from her breasts, she gasped with disappoint at his absence and thrust her breasts forward, as if begging him to continue. He trailed his mouth down her chest, pass her stomach where he dipped his tongue in her navel, and then lower. He settled himself between her legs before lifting her hips slightly. "I want to taste you. I want to hear you scream my name." Leaning down his tongue evaded her and he found she was already wet with desire.
She moaned loudly when his tongue flickered over her clit. The circles of his tongue started out slow, but her hands gripped his hair, shoving him forward as she pressed upward toward his mouth. He pulled back slowly, murmuring, "You're beautiful," before he resumed his tasks happily.
Her muscles clenched around him as she screamed his name and took her release. It was so easy for him to get her to have an orgasm, but he always found himself enjoying the sight. He moved back to watch her. She was beautiful. Her breasts heaved and her eyes were filled with pleasure and desire. Her mouth was slightly open as she breathed in heavily, practically gasping for air.
He was about ready to lay back down next to her and pull her close again, content to hold her against him as her body spiraled in the pleasure he had caused, but she smiled at him. He leaned back down, ready to give her yet another orgasm, but she said, "No."
Pulling back, he looked up at her with surprise mixed with disappoint. "What?"
"It's your turn," she said in a whisper. She grabbed the front of his robes, pulling him down on top of her body. Deftly, she rolled on top of him, pressing her body to his seductively. "It's your turn," she repeated. She kissed his chin, then his mouth.
When she tried to pull away, he pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her. The kiss was searing; her tongue evaded her mouth, dancing with his easily as the kiss deepened.
She pulled back, grinning at him. "I want to fuck you, Theo, but first, first I want to taste you. I want to take you in my mouth and drink all you have to offer."
Scooting down his body, she settled herself at the foot of the bed, between his legs. She grabbed the hem of his robes and pushed it upward. He sat up and removed the robes for her. "Thank you," she said so politely he wanted to laugh.
He watched her. She gently stroked his erection; her hands moving up and down his shaft. He moaned, thrusting toward her involuntarily; the feelings her touch sent through him was incredible, powerful. Closing his eyes his eyes he groaned when her tongue flickered over his tip, licking up the precum that was already there.
She twirled slow circles around his tip. Encouraged by his moan, she took him in her mouth, sliding her soft lips up and down in rhythm. His hands moved to fist in her hair, controlling her pace as he moved her head up and down. He knew this was the way she liked it. She liked to him in the control, let him control the speed.
"Fuck," he groaned, increasing the pace and thrusting toward her mouth. "Your mouth—You have no—No fucking idea how—" He was cut off as he moaned loudly.
She released him, murmuring, "Come for me."
He knew he couldn't resist her request for long. The feeling was too strong; the desire to find his release was too powerful. She expertly sucked before pulling back again to circle the tip of her tongue over the tip of his penis.
"Fuck," he groaned.
"Come on," she whispered, "I want to taste you."
Without anymore resistance, he let go. Opening his eyes so he didn't miss the beautiful sight, he watched as her drink his juices. She caught his eyes, swallowing hard. "You taste good," she told him, closing her eyes as she licked her lips sensually.
He groaned at the sight. Pulling her up on his chest, he embraced her, holding her close and whispered, "You have no idea," in her ear before closing his eyes. He wasn't done with her, but he wasn't ready yet. She pressed close to him, her soft breasts pressing against his chest.
"I love you," she whispered as she closed her own eyes.
"Don't sleep yet, love," he whispered, "I'm not done with you yet."
She giggled. "What else did you have in mind?"
"In a few minutes, when my body gets over the mind blowing pleasure you gave me, I'll show you."
"You can tell me in the mean time."
"Well then… I'm going to fuck you," he informed her simply.
"How's that?" she whispered, her hot breath against his chest.
"I'm going to fuck you by sliding inside you. Again and again." He knew he wasn't any good at dirty talk. He'd rather do it than talk about it. "I'll feel you squeeze around me."
He reached up and stroked her soft hair. She whispered, "You're not good at dirty talk."
"But I am good at fucking."
She moved so she was looking at him, grinning playfully. "Are you now?"
"I certainly am..."
"Are you sure about that?"
He leaned down and kissed her forward. "Of course I am, Tracey, or else you weren't be so willing."
"Maybe I have no standards."
"You have more standards than anyone I know."
She laughed. "Then how did I end up with you?"
He grinned at her. "Like I said you have standards."
Her hands drifted down again, wrapping her hand around him. He gasped. "Are you ready to prove to me that you are good at fucking?" The erection in her hand was enough of a yes. She sat up, strangling him. "Now, what were you going to do again?"
He lifted her up then dropped her back down on his cock. "I was going to fuck you."
She closed her eyes, her back arching at the feeling of him inside her. She lifted herself off him slowly, then came back down hard. He moaned, closing his eyes. "Fuck."
"Fuck is right," she agreed with him in a moan.
In a quick pace, she started to create a rhythm to match his thrusts. She rode him easily, making the pleasure overwhelm him at the sensual and sexual feelings she caused to course through him as easily as she breathed. Theo doubted there was anything better than this feeling.
He reached between their bodies, finding her bundle of nerves and stroking it. She moaned. "Fuck," she gasped at the feeling.
He stroked her as she rode him in a fast pace that threatened to push him over the edge. "Come again for me, Tracey. Call my name," he requested in a raspy voice from the effort to keep control.
She arched back, her breasts thrust forward and eyes closed in bliss. "But I don't want this feeling to stop."
"For me. Come for me," he whispered again, his voice almost inaudible as he continued to try to hold back.
"Don't hold back," she whispered as if reading his mind. They both opened their eyes, his blue ones meeting her green ones for a moment before he nodded his agreement.
His body found its climax, shooting his seed inside her. She screamed his name suddenly, her muscles clenching around him and milking him for all he was worth. She collapsed on top of him and he immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as his body slowly came down from the pleasure she had inflicted on him.
She pressed her body to his, moving against him.
"Oh, Merlin, Tracey," he said, his breathing still quick and rapid, "Not again."
She laughed lightly. "Fine then. We'll just stay in bed all day tomorrow."
"Well?" he prodded after a short pause.
"Well what?" she asked, her voice drowsy.
"Well am I good at fucking or not?"
She laughed and kissed his chest. "Theo, you are the best lover I've ever had."
"I'm the only lover you ever had," he pointed out.
"And it just shows how good you are at fucking when I don't need another one."
The words warmed his heart, surprising him at the happiest he felt at the words. "I love you, Tracey."
She just stirred in her sleep slightly and didn't respond. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, letting the sweet darkness of sleep pull him in so he could wake up to stay in bed all day with the woman in his arms.
