Tracey could hardly contain the happiness she was feeling. Almost the entire day had been wonderful. All except those few moments where she almost let her insecurities ruin something that she had wanted for so long. Theodore had spent the afternoon showing Chi their world, but at the same time he had been showing Tracey himself. Every once and a while she caught glimpses of shy boy that she'd known a long time before. The way he had looked to her every time he'd shown Chi something new, like he was hoping that she would find it every bit as wondrous as the little girl reminded her of the Theo that she used to know before his father went to Azkaban. The boy she'd practised Transfiguration with. Who, when he'd finally managed to transfigure a quill into a glass lotus flower had slipped it on top of her text book and walked out of the room before she could insist he keep it to remember the day by. She still had it on her bedside table next to the handful of other keepsakes she'd collected over the years. Fingering the glass, her heart broke again thinking of the day in fifth year when he stopped smiling at them... at her- over the Slytherin table....

Sighing, Tracey walked toward the chaise in order to take her shoes off. There was a rustling by her bed and she turned to see Baxter lighting her candles for her and dimming the overhead lamps. "Thank you, Baxter. You didn't need to light the room, I could have done it with my wand."

The house-elf merely smiled and bid her goodnight while she was still occupied with her shoes. He left the room through main door, but Tracey's attention was fully on the clasp on her shoe that was unwilling to cooperate so she didn't notice that he'd left the door slightly ajar.

With a final tug, the shoe fell and Tracey left them on the floor to be picked up later. Fingering the soft dress she'd been wearing all day, she decided that she quite liked the purple and white blossoms and she was going to wear it again soon, it was a dress that would make her think of happy days. Walking toward the wardrobe, she began to pull it over her head. It was silk, and she knew that if she left it for the house-elves to put away for her that it would end up wrinkling. She hated to charm her clothes, they never looked right afterwards, so she opened the wardrobe doors and gingerly hung it up herself. Her slip soon followed and it wasn't until she closed the heavy door and saw her own reflection in the mirror that she realised how sensual her underclothing actually were.

She was wearing lace. Well, she always wore lace, but this lace was different, it was soft and shiny with flecks of silver woven throughout. She'd worn silk stockings and her garters matched the bra and knickers. She'd been wearing it all day and hadn't thought a single thing about it, but faced with her own image, she began to wonder what Theo would have thought about it. Whether he was more of a satin man, or whether he liked the feel of the grooves of lace on his hands as he explored. Without thinking, Tracey lifted her own hand to her bra and felt the grooves herself. She softly slid her hand over her breasts and her covered nipples puckered. She could feel it everywhere, from the tips of her toes up.

It wasn't like she'd never done this before, but it had been a long time and she'd built up plenty of sexual frustration in the last few weeks that she knew what was going to happen next. Stepping the few feet to her bed, she climbed up from the bottom, all the while unable to suppress the heady excitement she was feeling. It was dark enough in her room that she didn't feel exposed, but there was plenty enough light to look down on herself and imagine that she was not alone.

Tracey smoothed her hand across her stomach and her muscles flexed as if they knew what was coming. She reached her bra and found her fully erect nipple straining against the soft material. She rubbed softly and made herself moan, making her pinch and rub harder. Her back arched and her breast moved further into her hand. She couldn't help but think of Theodore. He lust-filled eyes, his sheepish smiles, his hands. She knew what she wanted his hands to do to her... for her. Slowly, she moved her other hand toward her knickers. The small bow just below her naval had always made her feel pretty and girlie. She wondered what Theo would think of it... would she look like the innocent she was? Would that repulse him, or rather, would he become hard as he had when he'd just held her close. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine it was him. If she closed her eyes tight enough it was him, exploring below her knickers and finding that spot that made her jump. And she did jump, all the while moaning and thinking how wonderful the heat spreading through her felt.

Not knowing, nor caring, how loud she was being, all she could think of was him. Sighs erupted from her as fireworks lingered just there out of reach. She may have moaned his name... she wasn't entirely sure, but one thing she did know was that the intensity of feeling she was getting from her hand made her fly higher than it ever had before and the only explanation was that the Theodore Nott in her head was more than just the fantasy she remembered from school. He was a living breathing part of her life again.

Theodore was walking past Tracey's door on his way to the kitchen when he realized that it was ajar and that he could hear moaning from inside. Maybe she's hurt, he thought as he started to knock on the door. The moment his hand touched the door, it just flew open on it's own accord. The sight he saw made him suck in a breath as the blood rushed to the lower part of his body.

Tracey was laying on the bed in nearly nothing, beautiful and sexy, touching herself. Her eyes were closed as if she was in ecstasy.

"Fuck," he muttered. He started to turn away, to leave her room. But when he heard her moan his name his feet moved toward her on their own. He found himself walking further into the room, invading her space. "Tracey?" he whispered, his voice low with lust.

Her eyes still closed, she smiled. She could smell him before she actually heard him. She'd always been sensitive to smell, it was one of her many talents, and with all the kissing as of late she had grown quite attached to his fragrance. Like spices mixed with cedar. There wasn't a sexier smell in all the world to her. Instead of feeling afraid or embarrassed when she heard him speak her name, she didn't stop. She opened her eyes and met his, hoping the fire inside her would be enough to tell him that it was he that had done this to her.

Theo slowly walked toward her, completely aware that she didn't look embarrassed, she looked wanton. He cleared his throat when he reached the bed, knowing full well that she was staring at him and could see that his body was definitely responding to her. "Did you... did you want help with that?" He wasn't a man that lost his composure often, but the way she was laying there seductively made him practically loose control then and there.

She couldn't keep the smirk from her face. What a thing to ask. He had been helping her without even knowing it. She took her hand from her knickers and slid it all the way up her chest until her wet fingers were in her mouth, making him let off a strangled moan of his own as she sighed with pleasure. She wanted to drive him into the frenzy that she felt, so she sat up and removed the clasp to her bra before tossing it off the bed. On her hands and knees, she crawled toward him on the edge of the bed and captured his mouth with hers. She was certain that he could taste traces of her there and that idea was making her more light-headed than she would have thought.

The kiss wasn't rough, but it was intense. She fought his tongue with her own and tried to feed him some of her fire.

Theo wrapped his arm around her and pulled naked body close to his all the while wishing he didn't have any clothes on himself. Without thinking, he slid his hand down her back, feeling the curve of her spine and hot skin. Pulling back, he looked at dark green eyes full of lust and desire. Slowly, he eased her on her back as he kissed her still, not wanting to loose the connection.

He pulled back, looking down at her laying on her back on the bed. Her nipples were hard and he leaned down to flick his tongue over the buds. She moaned and arched her back toward him. He suppressed a smirk. Settling himself at the bottom of the bed, he gently spread her legs. He wanted to give her pleasure; the only thought coursing this is mind was how desirable she looked, how much he wanted to fuck her. He didn't bother taking off her stockings, he only muttered a charm and her silk knickers were being tossed next to their mate on the far side of the floor. "Tracey... You're beautiful," he murmured before leaning down and kissing below her naval. He noticed a small lotus tattoo slightly above her hip and leaned over absently and kissed the pink and black petals.

Glancing up, he saw Tracey was watching him curiously, but she didn't look nervous. Theo kissed a line down her stomach, but stopped short of his real destination. Tracey had a moment of shock that he would move there, but it soon mingled with the lust she knew she couldn't hide and her stomach quaked with pleasure as she fought the urge to run her hands through his hair while he continued kissing her. She failed miserably, and ended up holding his head steady as he moved lower.

He leaned over and kissed each of her inner thighs, giving her the chance to pull away and tell him to stop. When she did nothing to stop him, he leaned down and slowly his tongue found the bundle of nerves in her wetness. He stroked firmly and she lifted her hips toward his mouth and she moaned loudly. He continued gently teasing until she was clutching the bed with her hands frantically. Increasing the speed of his tongue, he reached up and grabbed her hands, stilling them on the mattress.

Her mind was about to explode. She was sure of it. Even her fingers were tingling and she couldn't stop them from shaking as he held her. One of her hands reached down into his hair again and she pulled his hair as she held him there. There was nothing to compare doing this on your own with having the object of your fantasies do it with you. He pulled her close to the edge over and over again, and then deftly slowed when she was about to peak. He was drawing this out and she knew it.

Tracey's eyes were almost full of frantic tears, she wanted him so badly. And not just this way. In every way. She wasn't frightened, not like other girls were of their first time, she was beyond ready. With a little force, she pulled his head from her quim upwards toward her mouth, allowing him to slowly sprinkle kisses across her skin along the way. His mouth was salty on hers and while she knew it was incredibly naughty to be turned on by tasting herself, she couldn't help it.

He couldn't help but growl into her mouth and she let off a whine when he pulled back from her again, intent on going back to his task. Kissing the path back down to her wetness he stopped to lick her nipple. Using his other hand he grazed the other and Tracey arched into him. He smirked against her chest and she pulled his head further down, moving lower where his tongue could once again find her bundle of nerves. In quick circles, almost frantically, he pushed her to the edge. He wanted to hear her cry his name. To give her the pleasure she deserved.

She pressed her hips toward him as he gripped them in his hands. His tongue still moving, he lifted his finger and stroked her. The added contact made her jump, and as he inserted another finger into her tight wetness she finally fell completely into oblivion, screaming his name. "Oh Theo, yes!" There was light behind her eyes, and her hips thrust into his mouth yet he didn't slow his ministrations. It hit wave after wave and she heard herself yell all sorts of naughty words that she normally wouldn't say. "Fuck, yes. Oh, sweet Salazar!" Her back arched until he felt her relax her muscles at last, and he looked up at her with a self satisfied smirk.

Setting her back down on the bed, he whispered, "I want to fuck you, Tracey." Tracey seemed to be still recovering from her orgasm, and he didn't think he could wait for her to be coherent enough to reply. Smoothlyy, he pulled his shirt over his head and unzipped his trousers, thinking it would give her time to say no if she wanted to. Once he was done, he lifted her hips again, and slowly he thrust inside her. She was tight, but he felt her stretch around him. He moaned at the feeling of her.

"Fuck," he muttered, "You have no idea how good you feel to me."

He was still for a moment, allowing her to get used to him. Gently, he pulled out of her then thrust back into her; he tried to be as gentle as his body would allow him to, but she kept moving and it was driving him insane. She started to move her hips to match his thrusts. They worked in tandem, rising and falling to meet one another. Her fingers scratched down his shoulders and she shuddered every time he pushed into her. She was seriously lacking oxygen, she wanted nothing more than to kiss his chest and graze his nipples with her teeth. Realising he was much closer to completion than she was, Theo reached between their bodies and found her sensitive spot with his fingers, trying to get her to climax again.

It hadn't hurt. She'd thought her first time would have hurt, but all she felt was tightness and then the glorious fire was back, making her ache. She wanted to be closer to him, yet she vaguely understood that technically they were the same person at the moment. They were joined into a single being and on top of being incredibly hot, Tracey was blown away by the significance of that moment. They were one person.

Theo's deft fingers strummed her and the fireworks were coming again but she wanted to see him loose control, but she didn't know what to do to help him. He quickened his pace, wanting to feel her tighten around him and cry out in bliss. "Tracey, please..." he gasped, feeling like he was going to loose control at any moment. He wanted her to loose control first. He wanted her to remember this night and not of him being a selfish git. He whispered into her hair, "I want you to remember me fucking you, Tracey. I want you to want to do it again and again. I want to come inside you-"

There was no use trying to wait for him. Hearing him speak to her that way was enough to drive any thought of watching him out the proverbial window. Her second orgasm hit swiftly and she could feel him doing everything he could to prolong it for her.

Feeling her tighten around him, and scream his name again, Theo let himself go. He filled her completely and was nearly overcome with the intensity of the feelings coursing through his body. "Fuck Tracey!" he cried, collapsing on top of her. He made sure to put out his arms to stop his body from crushing her, before rolling off her and wrapping his arms around her. He moved so she was laying with her arm on top of him and just closed his eyes, loving the feel of her soft body against his and inhaling her scent. Their scent.

Trying to fight off the urge to sleep, he whispered, "Tracey, are you all right, love?" into her hair.

She lifted her head drowsily and gave him the sweetest smile he'd ever seen. "I'm perfect, Theodore. We're perfect." She nuzzled into him and continued softly on the very edge of sleep, "I always wanted my first time to be with you."

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "I hope you want to do it again. For a second time. And a third. And a fourth. Because I bloody well will want to." I am a bloody git. I'm going to a special hell for this. I have to tell her. I can't not tell her... he thought to himself with the guilt weighing down on him heavier and heavier the longer he waited. He knew he should have told her before this happened. Kissing her temple, he began to speak, but the words that fell out of his mouth weren't a confession. "Tracey?" he whispered. When she didn't respond, he tried again softly, "Tracey?"

Still no reply, instead she sighed in her sleep and nuzzled closer to him.

"Tracey," he whispered to the sleeping woman, "I think I love you, Tracey... but I was a fucking fool. I didn't wait for you... I didn't want to frighten you. I shagged Pansy and I'm a fucking bastard who doesn't deserve you." He sighed, hugging her tightly to him. He knew she hadn't heard him and that he would have to tell her eventually, but for now he just held her close and stared at the ceiling.


(Summary: Theo 'helps' Tracey.) - NC17