RP: Something is Not Right

[olddognewtrick]

Date: 23 Oct 2001
Characters: Sirius and Tracey
Status: Private
Summary: Tracey comes home, rather disturbed
Completion: incomplete

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[tracey_schemes]

The day had started off okay. Tracey went for a run, enjoying the crisp autumn air, and had then gone to the market for a lazy shopping trip perusing the aisles. Things had gone downhill after she dropped off the last dog, though. After an afternoon of feeling an odd sensation on the back of her neck, she'd finally managed to turn around fast enough to catch sight of someone watching her.

The face was familiar but it took her a moment to place a name to it. When she did, she shuddered with disgust and walked away from him as fast as she could without seeming as if she was running. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, after all. When she reached a protected point, she Apparated to her front door, not wanting to risk him following her and learning where she lived.

She walked inside and found Sirius sitting on the sofa watching the telly. She was going to smile and breezily say hello, but he knew her too well. Instead of saying anything, she just walked over and crawled onto his lap, kissing him hard to ground herself.

[olddognewtrick]

Well, that wasn't quite the response he expected.

Sirius kissed her back, brushing his fingers through her hair soothingly as she kissed him with a fierceness that made him a bit uneasy. She had to be upset about something, but she didn't want to talk. Luckily, physical comfort was the thing Sirius understood best.

He ran his hands up and down her back and they kissed, letting her take what she needed. When they separated, finally, he smoothed back her hair and really looked at her.

"You want to talk about it?"

[tracey_schemes]

Kissing Sirius always made everything better. She was still tense when she pulled back, but she could feel herself relaxing as he brushed her hair and she saw his face.

"No, I don't," she said honestly. "But I know I should."

She shifted on his lap and rested her head on his shoulder before she sighed. "Do you remember when I told you about that man that accepted me as repayment for my father's debt?" she asked. "Well, he's been in Azkaban for years, after my father double-crossed him to avoid paying another loss. It appears that he's out now, though, because I'm pretty sure I saw him following me while I was with the dogs."

[olddognewtrick]

The wave of fierce protectiveness that washed over Sirius was surprisingly strong. His first instinct was to take her and hide her away so this man could never get to her, and then ensure the bastard went straight to an early grave. But that was irrational, and Tracey would never stand for it. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

"Fuck," he breathed, rubbing her back slowly.

"Did he follow you home?" He prayed that the answer was 'no.' If he knew where they lived, he might come after her at home, while Sirius was away. Tracey was a good witch, and she could hold her own, but Sirius still didn't like the idea of leaving her vulnerable when this bastard could break in and do who-knows-what.

[tracey_schemes]

"That's it, Sirius. Slowly...let me see you," she murmured, reaching up to caress her breasts. She licked her lips as she squeezed them, shifting on the bed as fresh arousal spread over her. This was definitely the best way to distract herself from what happened earlier.

"Do you see how wet I am?" she asked, spreading her legs further apart so he could see. "I love watching you wank, knowing that it's all for me and that you'll soon lose control and thrust that gorgeous cock into my wet cunt, and make me scream your name."

[olddognewtrick]

He loved watching her, seeing her small hands caress her skin, teasing arousal from her body. He stroked himself as he watched her, and then slid a hand down to cup his heavy bollocks in his palm.

"Fuuuck," he moaned softly as she spread her thighs for him, revealing her pink cunt, glistening with arousal. He licked his lips aand shifted positions so he could push his jeans down and off.

"It's always for you, Gorgeous," he murmured as he wrapped his hand back around his cock, slowly stroking. He leaned back to give Tracey a good view, and twisted his hand on each upstroke, squeezing the swollen, spongy head of his cock.

"Touch yourself lower, on your stomach, and your thighs, but don't touch your cunt yet. I love seeing you like this, restless because you're so hot and wet, flush creeping up your skin. You look so utterly fuckable, baby, all laid out for me like you are."

[tracey_schemes]

"Do you know how aroused it makes me to hear you that it's always for me?" she asked. She moved her hand along the underside of her breast and squeezed gently before twisting her nipple.

She slid her hand down her stomach, taking her time and dipping her fingers into her belly button. "'s not fair that you get to play with that gorgeous cock and I can't even touch myself," she pointed out with a pout. She caressed the inside of her thighs and moved her hands closer to cunt, but didn't touch. "If I look so fuckable, why are you still there and not inside me where you belong?"

[olddognewtrick]

He moved closer, leaning in so that his mouth was just a few inches from hers. "Because I like to see you squirm, all demanding and desperate for my cock." He gave himself a long, slow stroke, not satisfying at all, but it took the edge off the ache in his bollocks.

"Fuck youself with your fingers like you want me to fuck you," he murmured in a low voice, brushing his mouth across her parted lips. He sat back to get a better view. "What are you imagining? My mouth? My hands? My cock? Tell me what you wish I was doing to you right now."