Theo woke up slowly, acutely aware of the warm soft body next to him. He opened an eye, looked down and saw Tracey laying there, sleeping soundly on his chest. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, and Theo had to resist the urge not to kiss her. He didn't want to disturb her, but the thoughts that were floating around his head were no help. I have to tell her. I have to tell her the truth. I have to tell her about the night after our second date... I have to tell her about Pansy. I can't lie to her, deceive her. I care about her too much to keep this from her... I think I love her. Fuck.

He pressed his head back on to the pillow, pulling her slightly closer to him, enjoying the feel of her body against his. What the fuck am I going to do?

Tracey was warm. Normally she woke up in the morning with a chill. She had since she was young, but today, much like the day before, things were different. Before she groggily opened her eyes she inhaled and knew immediately why things were different. Theo was beside her. He was holding her. She snuggled further into him and sighed happily.

Theo felt her wake up and smiled, pushing aside his unpleasant thoughts. "Good morning," he whispered, stroking her hair softly.

She looked up at his face, it held so many mysteries- he was a mystery, but she wanted to find out each one that he held hidden beneath that stoic face. "Good morning," she whispered with a shy smile. She was completely unsure what one did the morning after they lost their virginity. She vaguely remembered Pansy saying that men knew... but she honestly couldn't tell how he would have been able to, other than her complete lack of experience. Merlin, I hope he knows I don't do this with just anyone, she thought. She'd managed to tuck her head back down on his chest before allowing the fear cross her face. How ridiculous to be fearful of that she upbraided herself. She held him tightly, looking down, but continued to speak quietly, "Did you sleep well, Theo?"

He felt confused for a moment before reaching down and tilting her chin up so she looked at him. "I slept wonderfully," he replied, "You were next to me." Leaning forward he kissed her gently. "Did you sleep well?"

Her heart swelled and she nodded silently before leaning in and kissing him again. She had to slide further up and by the contact of their skin she was reminded that neither one was wearing anything. Her eyes opened wide and she pulled back without realizing it. She was showing him exactly how innocent she was, and she inwardly cringed that he would think she was ridiculous.

Theodore chuckled and turned so his body was facing hers. Immediately, Tracey could feel him against her hip. She did have some idea what was happening, though she wasn't sure if it was just the time of morning that had caused Theo to react that way, or whether it was her. Deciding she'd rather believe the latter, she ignored that they were both completely naked and pulled herself closer to him to kiss him soundly.

He kissed her and then pulled her closer into a tight embrace. The feel of their bodies pressed together was almost more than he could handle. Pulling back, he looked into her dark green eyes. They were full of passion and trust. Trust. Fuck, Theo thought. Words fell out of his mouth before he could actually think of what he wanted to say. "Tracey... Tracey I have to tell you something," he whispered.

Tracey wasn't particularly interested in listening. She was afraid that he was about to tell her that last night hadn't meant anything to him, so she interrupted him with her kiss. Even if she was never again this bold in her life, she knew she didn't want him to say those words yet. The only thing she could think of to do was to kiss him and hope she could drive those thoughts out of his head for even just a moment, until he realised it was just her, just Tracey, and never wanted to be this close to her again. Her hand moved from his shoulder to his hair and he kissed her just as fervently, lifting his hands to her face and holding her close. It wasn't long until their kisses grew more ragged and Tracey's arm moved lower, tracing a pattern down his chest, resting on his hip.

The thoughts of Theo confessing what he had done with Pansy flew from his mind when she kissed him. All he could seem to think about was how soft she felt, how passionate her kisses her were, and how much he wanted her again. He knew last night had been her first time, and wondered if she wanted to try it again. Pulling away from her, he practically growled, "If you kiss me like that much longer, I'm not letting you leave the bed. You don't want to leave the bed, do you?" He couldn't think of a gentler way to say it. He had to force himself not just ask if she wanted to fuck him all over again. Then, before she had time to reply, he added, "I want to make love to you again... if you are okay after last night that is."

Rather than say anything, Tracey grinned at him and moved her hand from his hip toward his cock and showed him exactly what she thought of his suggestion by stroking him softly. He moaned into her mouth and couldn't help thrusting into her hand. Tracey had never felt so in control of something in her life and it was quite a high. She managed to move her legs so they were on either side of one of his. She ground toward him, all the while still working her hand and trying to find his mouth with hers.

She was driving him to the brink, but he refused to come so quickly. Her pleasure was first; he had to keep reminding himself of that. Grabbing her hips he flipped her over onto her back and loomed over her, taking the moment to once again drink in the sight of her body. He moaned when her hand found him again, stroking him harder. "Not now," he muttered, "Unless you want... Trust me you don't..." She quickly the pace of her hand and he moaned again. "Tracey..."

She wanted to see him, he'd watched her yesterday as he'd pushed her into ecstasy and she wanted to see it on his face, but she allowed him to move her hand from his groin to his chest. She pushed him up so she could slowly move down his chest with her tongue. Finding his nipple with her fingers she brushed it softly first before taking it in and sucking it softly. He made a strangled sound and she grinned against him. She had no idea if what she was doing was right, but Tracey pushed him even further and managed to flip herself on top of him. This was a completely different feeling.

Theo tried to pull her up to kiss her again, but she evaded him and stayed where she was. He could see she was a woman on a mission; she wanted to be in control. He laid back and decided to just let her.

Tracey continued kissing down his chest all the while moving her hand first across his shoulder and then she pinched his nipple. He jumped and she smiled as she reached his navel and the soft line of hair leading to her goal. "Do you want me to do it, Theo?" She rubbed herself against his leg and her voice was low. He nodded, catching her eye and holding it. "You're sure?" she asked teasingly as she cupped him.

"Oh, Tracey!" he moaned as she grazed her tongue across his head. He shuddered and she couldn't help but smile. She may have no experience, but she was clearly doing something right. She stroked him with one hand and cupped his bollocks with the other, and slowly, she took his entire length into her mouth. Theo couldn't form even a semi-coherent thought. The way her mouth was so hot on him made him feel like he was losing his mind. He felt the pressure building and felt ready to explode. At his moaning, she moved faster. He tried to keep his hips still, but as Tracey rocked on his leg he could feel how wet she'd become already and it was driving him mad. With one of her hands she reached down and touched herself and had to stop herself from biting down. If anything, that only turned him on more and he groaned her name.

The more she moved, the more tempted he was to do something he never did. He'd never let himself come in a woman's mouth; he knew it would most likely taste salty and disgusting to her, and he had never been the kind of man to force anything, but as she sucked and caressed he felt compelled to put his hands on her head and hold her there. Creating a rhythm for her movements, her hair curled in his fingers and he couldn't help but thrust into her mouth. Tracey could tell he was fighting it, trying not to give in, certainly trying not to come in her mouth, so she continued stroking and whispered softly, "Come for me, Theo. Please, come for me..." and then resumed her work studiously.

Theo closed his eyes, knowing he couldn't keep control any longer. The way she whispered her request... her voice low and sexy when she'd asked him... He knew he had to come. He moaned loudly and allowed himself to release into her mouth, feeling bad about it the moment he did it.

He'd looked beautiful when he was coming. His head had arched back and Tracey had watched him with awe tempered with desire. She gladly swallowed all he offered her and closed her eyes at the intense sensations. He groaned and grabbed her head once again. Their eyes locked and she released him with a smirk. How's THAT for having no clue what I'm doing? she challenged silently, though the way she grinned at him was more than enough to convey her thoughts.

Not waiting a moment longer, Theo pulled her up to him and plundered her mouth. It didn't matter that it still vaguely tasted of him, all that mattered was that she was there, close to him, sharing a part of her that she had never shared with anyone else before. She made a small sigh into his mouth and he rolled her over so his body was covering hers. Slowly, he kissed down from her mouth to her breasts. He flicked his tongue over one of the hardened peaks. She moaned again and he began to suckle. After a few moments, he switched his attention to the other nipple, taking the rosy bud into his mouth. She moaned, her hands moving from the bed into his hair.

Pulling away from her tempting breasts he trailed wet kissed down her stomach, taking a moment to pause and kiss her navel and skim over her tattoo with his mouth. It occurred to him the tattoo meant something, a faint memory tried come to him, but he pushed it away to for more pressing matters. "Damn," he muttered, "You're beautiful." He continued on his journey down her body, licking her skin as he went. When he finally reached his destination, he glanced up at her, met her green eyes, then looked back down at her wetness and smiled. "Beautiful," he muttered before he flickered his tongue over her sensitive spot.

He made slow circles with his tongue, loving the moans she omitted. "It's your turn to come, love" he whispered, pausing in his task for only a brief moment before he quicken his tongue.

She didn't want to come this way, she wanted him inside her, but she couldn't stop the fire that was starting in her stomach from building and building. She was so close to release that she almost wanted to cry, but she controlled herself and managed to still Theodore's head even if only for a moment. "Theo." It was almost as whine, but she couldn't help it. He looked as though he was about to resume when she moaned his name again, "Stop, Theo. Just stop."

He looked up at her. "But I want you to come... I want you to come for me, Tracey."

His fingers were still teasing as she breathed out, "I want you to fuck me.... please fuck me, Theo."

He looked at her for a moment, unsure if he should just shag her or continue on with his task. He leaned down and kissed the inside of her thighs. "I'm not ready yet. I can't be ready all the time, no matter how much I wish I could." He teased her gently with his tongue again, getting a moan as a reward.

His mouth was making her feel so good that her flash of embarrassment only lasted a second before he completely washed her mind clean of those thoughts. All she was able to concentrate on was the way his tongue felt on her clit. When he added a finger she arched off the bed and started moaning incoherently. He was entirely too good at what he was doing, she thought as she grabbed the sheets with her fists.

Moving his finger within her, his tongue continued to work on the bundle of nerves. He wanted to hear her scream his name again. She moaned and moved beneath him, so he quickened the pace and removed his finger, entirely focused on her source of pleasure. Deciding to put off his goal for a moment, he slowed down, barely touching her with his tongue, then suddenly quickened the pace again. Slowing down yet again, he heard her whimper. Moving faster, he inserted his finger again, using it to stimulate her further.

"When you come," he whispered when he pulled back for a moment, "remember to yell my name."

She could hear the smirk in his voice and couldn't help but acquiesce to his request when he finally stopped teasing her and touched her firmly and steadily. "Theo!" she screamed, "oh my sweet Salazar, I'm coming! Oh, Theo!" She arched into him. It was fire and ice and all other things good and he didn't slow until she began to almost cry with the sensations of every one of his strokes.

Smirking, he moved to reposition himself between her legs before changing his mind. Lifting her off the bed, he smoothly flipped her over so she was on top of him and he guided her gently down on his now hardened cock, barely holding back his moan as the feeling of her surrounding him. She felt right to him. Tight, but so right. Slowly, he began to help her move on him up and down. She threw her head back and moaned. He found himself just enjoying the mere sight of her riding him and moaning. Her back arched so her breasts were pushed forward and she moaned loudly as she reached up and touched her own nipple. Reaching between their bodies, he found her bundle of nerves with his finger and began to make quick circles, wanting her to come at least once before he came again. He wanted her to feel so good that she never wanted to fuck anyone else. "Fuck, Tracey, come for me again. Scream for me, love."

She was so close, and when he touched her there she started coming undone. Her head was full of Theo, her mind crying at his touch. As the waves of orgasm shook her again, she could tell he'd been waiting for her because his moans grew louder and he was thrusting harder than before. He came with a shout and as she rode hers out, they were able to share their passion at the same time.

"Fuck!" he yelled. She laid down on top of him once he came, curling up on his chest with her hair splayed around her. They stayed in silence as their orgasms winded down within them. When he could feel her breathing slow, he found himself thinking how trusting she was. He was never going to feel right about not telling her. She deserves the truth, he thought to himself, but couldn't find the words. All he could do was whisper, "Love, do you have any plans for the the rest of your li... day?"

She lifted her head tiredly, and looked at him with her shy smile. "I was thinking I'd like to go back to sleep for a while, if you don't mind, and then I thought I'd like to take you to my favourite spot in the garden... if you'll come with me. I think I can blow off work for the day, if you can."

He smirked. "Work? Oh, work. Yes, that's the last thing on my mind. I suppose I should owl in sick..." He leaned forward and kissed her soundly. "I'd love to go to the garden with you, love." Slowly, moving her to beside him, "I'll go owl the Ministry then." Without being able to resist, he leaned forward and kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth before he pulled away.

She smiled at his retreating form, naked as the day was long. She didn't think she had ever been this happy. She curled into the spot he had previously been lying in. It even smelled like him. She sighed, contentedly. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't fully asleep when he climbed back on her bed... or the bed she was quickly coming to hope could be their bed. She sure as hell didn't want him sleeping anywhere else now. When he came back, he kissed her forehead and she sighed into him before curling up against his warm chest.

He stroked her long hair, arguing with himself. She deserves to know about Pansy. I fucked Pansy. He couldn't help thinking of his reasons. We had been on two dates that were both pretty disastrous in their own right. Just being close to her drove me to have an erection like a thirteen year old so I had to relieve the fucking stress! He knew he was making excuses to himself, but he couldn't stop rationalising in his head. I had no reason to think I would ever make love to Tracey and I had no clue that I would actually have these feeling about her. I love her. Even just thinking the word love made him cringe at how trite it sounded. It was obviously something much more than that, but he didn't know how he could be feeling it so quickly and so strongly. Fuck it. Just tell her. Tell her now. "Tracey?" But she didn't respond, he glanced down and noticed she was already sound asleep with a smile on her face. He pulled her closer to him and breathed in her hair "I love you, Tracey. You have to forgive me."


(Summary: Theo wakes up with Tracey in his arms the next morning.) NC17