Tracey Ann Davis (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tracey_davis22) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} ampfe,@ 2009-02-23 03:17:00 |
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What: Sara must need something because she agrees to see Tracey.
When: Friday, Oct 16th 2003. 11pm
Where: Tracey's flat, Diagon Alleya, to start.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst.
Notes: This is an AU of the current Heidi/Tracey storyline. Tracey, when outed, denies everything and breaks things off completely with Heidi breaking her heart. They both graduated school and now live the lives of adults…
Tracey was totally shaken after seeing Heidi. She had agonized all day over the same questions she had been asking herself at Heidi’s flat and then added a few more. What about Sara? What about what they had? How did that affect what she might have with Heidi? No matter what the question, Tracey couldn’t come up with an answer.
She knew she needed answers and the only place she could get them immediately from Heidi so she could only get answers from one person…
Taking the enchanted quill and parchment that Sara had given her, allegedly protected from being read by anyone else, Tracey began to scribble a note. She had to try a few times before she got a note that was anything close to what she was willing to send.
One version was too needy and desperate, Sara would never come if she read that. One was too cold, Sara wouldn’t feel desired enough. The space between their visits was always long enough for Tracey to be practically aching with need by the time she saw Sara.
Sara, I have been thinking about you the last few days. Our last night at that elegant hotel you took me to was exquisite. It still warms me to think of it. I feel warm now even as I write you.
See me tonight and I’ll show you how I feel now…
She hoped that would entice Sara enough to see her. Despite everything, all the tension with Heidi and the memories of Sara had made her unbelievably randy. Her inner turmoil had dampened it some, but it was less and less by the hour.
Sara, if she agreed to meet Tracey, always selected some random and lavish location. Tracey always had to sneak and assure that she wasn’t seen. As she dressed, Tracey hoped that Sara would send her a note…