Tracey Davis {can kick your ass} (tracingadavis) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-08-25 07:34:00 |
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Daphne brought in one of the last two boxes and sat it down on the floor with the rest of her things, then turned her attention to Tracey as she came into the room with the last box and placed it beside the others. "Feels crazy, right?," she asked her, a broad smile sliding over her lips as she moved over to her side and slid her arms around Tracey's waist. "It's about time that you moved in," she murmured, leaning up to press a little kiss to the underside of the blonde's jaw. "I should get a prize just for finding a way to convince you," she teased. "No backing out now, that's the last box." She doubted that Tracey would back out now, though. They'd come a long, long way since they were kids back at Hogwarts. It hadn't all been sunshine and roses, but they'd found a way to make things work. Daphne couldn't have been happier with where her life stood now and wasn't sure how she'd let even a single moment slip by without Tracey in it. All that time that they'd spent apart seemed so wasted. She wasn't going to let that happen again. "You're happy, right?" -- Yes, Tracey was happy, but that wasn’t the only thing she was feeling. She was anxious, hesitant. They’d been together for a few years now, giving each other a second chance, but the blonde had needed to keep things slow, keep her distance. Even now, she didn’t know that she fully trusted Daphne. She wanted to, that was why they were there. Because Tracey was not a woman who enjoyed living in any kind of fear. She didn’t like when fear dictated anything for her. So, though she was afraid of giving Daphne that kind of power and control, of giving her the ability to shatter her heart again, she wanted to try. She wanted to trust that things would turn out better than the last time. “Yeah, of course.” She smiled at her girl, though try as she might, she couldn’t quite get that smile to reach all the way to her eyes. So she added, “Most people would consider me the prize,” as a joke, and leaned forward to kiss her gently. Now Tracey could also see that maybe Daphne didn’t entirely believe her, and since hurting her was the last thing she wanted to do, she tightened her own arms around Daphne’s waist. “It’s just a big step, but you’re right, it’s about time.” -- There was plenty of anxiousness in her own body, but Daphne tried to will it away because she was truly happy with what they were doing. This was the logical next step, after all. This was what people did when they loved one another. They got flats together and they started thinking more about the future and less about the past. Daphne knew that she was always going to be making up for the way that she'd treated Tracey, but she hoped that somehow this would prove that she was serious about the way that she felt. She loved her. She really always had. More than that, though, Daphne wanted her to know that she wasn't going anywhere. When she smiled, Daphne felt a little better, even if the smile didn't get all the way to Tracey's eyes. She was distracted by the joke and by the kiss. "You are a prize," she assured her as she pulled back only enough to whisper the words. She nodded, arms sliding more tightly around the woman's waist. "I know," she told her. "I know it's a big step, but we're good," she promised. "I'm not going anywhere, Tracey. I promise." -- As much as she was having trouble fully trusting her, Tracey didn’t want Daphne to notice, and when she did, it made her heart ache a little. While it was true that the brunette had been the one to do the leaving before, Tracey didn’t think she could accurately, or fairly, put all the blame for her trust issues on that event, so it wasn’t right for her to let her girlfriend feel like it was her fault. It wasn’t. “I know you’re not, and neither am I.” She kissed her again, long and slow, as she slid her hands over Daphne’s clothes, trying to find bare skin. “Do you know what the best part of a new place is?” she asked lowly, breaking the kiss to plant her lips behind her ear, the underside of her jaw, the hollow of her throat. -- Daphne wanted Tracey to feel secure with her more than anything and, though she couldn't blame her for her worries, she did want to try and ease them at least in some small way. She was happy for the distraction of kisses and featherlight touches over the layers of cloth presently between them. When Tracey pulled away and asked that question, Daphne arched a brow, biting her lower lip as goosebumps spread out along her arms at that teasing whisper against her ear. The kisses that followed, along her jaw and to her throat, had her humming in both question and pleasure. "What?," she asked her finally, albeit a little breathlessly too. -- There was very little in life that Tracey enjoyed more than making Daphne breathless, and hearing the airy way in which her girlfriend asked the question made her grin against the skin on her neck. Her fingers finally found the bare skin of Daphne’s thigh and she ran her nails firmly across it, but not hard enough to hurt. “Christening all the rooms and furniture, obviously.” There was so much unpacking to do, but now that all the boxes were inside the flat, all Tracey wanted to do was get naked and stop them both being so anxious about living together. -- She was devilish. The way she teased was just plain unfair but damn if Daphne wasn't falling into it eager and willing. The fingertips brushing against her bare thigh earned Tracey a soft little moan and the words that followed the touch got another. There was plenty they could be doing, perhaps should be doing, but Daphne's mind quickly derailed any thought of anything but exactly what Tracey had suggested. "Oh," she whispered, nodding a little. "Yeah, we should do that." Her anxiety, and Tracey's, would disappear the moment they forgot about the massiveness of the move and started thinking about something else; like each other. -- Yes, Tracey was very good at distraction and using her body to get what she wanted; she’d always been able to use sex to distract her partner from a fight or get out of trouble. In this case, a distraction wasn’t needed and there was no trouble to get out of, so this was all for unselfish reasons this time. Well. Not completely unselfish, it wasn’t like she got nothing out of it. She gripped a handful of Daphne’s clothes, her mouth still against Daphne’s skin. “So, do we have a bed set up in this place yet or what?” Not that she needed a bed, the couch or the floor, even a kitchen counter would have worked just fine. Beds were just a little bit more comfortable and convenient. -- Maybe distraction wasn't needed, but Daphne quickly forgot about everything else and focused on Tracey and her touch. It still felt like a miracle to her that she was even standing where she was, wrapped up in Tracey this way after the time they'd spent separated. She thought she'd always regret those moments even if they were meant to happen so she could learn to grow and to believe in herself enough to be honest with not only herself but her friends and love ones. The way Tracey fisted her fingers in her clothes made Daphne moan softly, nodding at the question. The bed had been set up because she knew they'd need to sleep that night. Everything else they were capable of moving and unpacking at a later time. "It's set up," she told her, nodding. "Might need to make it, though." Which would only take a flick of their wands. -- Unfortunately, Tracey wasn’t strong enough to pick her lover up and carry her to bed like all the men did in films; even though she was deceptively strong because of her condition, she’d didn’t have the height advantage that would make carrying Daphne any less than an incredibly awkward experience. So instead, she pushed her (gently) through the open space of the living room toward their room; when they stumbled on things, she turned and led the way, facing forward with her hand gripping Daphne’s, instead of her clothes. Finally inside the bedroom, their clothes were quickly abandoned on the floor, and Tracey had Daphne pinned to the unmade bed. Who cared about sheets at a time like this? There were far more important things going on at the moment. Tracey was not usually very good with words, but she’d gotten very good at showing she cared with her body; sex didn’t always actually mean anything, and that had been true for her in instances in the past, but if the brunette paid any attention at all, she’d see that she was different, and that Tracey was different with her, not in the least because she’d agreed to try again. Everything from the attention she gave her when they were in bed, to the considerations she gave her outside the bedroom, should have been more than enough to make up for the words she didn’t have. “I kinda like you a lot,” she said later, when they were both spent and tired, her arms wrapped around Daphne from behind. The phrase had become her way of saying she loved her without actually having to say the ‘L’ word she’d had trouble saying for almost a decade. Her inability to say it wasn’t entirely Daphne’s fault, she’d always used the word sparingly, even before they broke up when they were kids; but she’d needed a way to express how she felt, and ‘I like you a lot’ was far easier than committing to love--even if love was exactly the word she should have used. -- Like she always did, Tracey found a way to say plenty with her body that she might not have said with her mouth. Well, actually she said plenty with her mouth as well, but that was neither here nor there. Daphne found it easy to fall into those moments with Tracey. She went willing and eager into her arms afterward, breathing finally slowing and the thumping of her heart returning to a more normal beat. As Tracey curled her arm around her from behind, Daphne hummed appreciatively and let her hand move over her lover's. She laced their fingers together and gave her hand a little squeeze. "I kinda like you a lot too, Tracey," she murmured, turning her head enough that she could steal a little kiss from her. She relaxed into the warmth coming off of her girlfriend and smiled a little to herself as she closed her eyes. "I love you too." She knew what Tracey meant, even if she wasn't able to say it aloud. Squeezing her fingers again, she lifted her hand up enough that she could kiss Tracey's fingertips. "Always have." -- She kissed her mouth instead of responding verbally; it would do nothing but spoil the moment to remind them that Tracey never said she loved her. Pulling her hand away, she reached for an errant lock of Daphne’s hair and twirled it around her fingers; Daphne had always had such pretty hair, and Tracey loved everything about it--from the way it shone in the sun to the way it smelled, the stark difference to her own, the softness. “We should paint the walls before we unpack. We’ll just have to move everything again anyway, might as well do it when it’s all neatly contained in boxes.” Tracey didn’t know that she cared what color the walls ended up being, she’d leave that up to Daphne, but for practicality sake, it would be best to do it before they settled in and unpacked, while everything was a mess anyway. -- She may not have said it, but Daphne felt it all the same. The kiss was plenty enough response for her and she hummed softly into it, smiling even as she pulled back again. The gentle touch of fingertips in her hair was nice and it was lulling her almost to sleep to have Tracey playing with it. The mention of painting the walls was a good plan and Daphne nodded. "Good idea," she agreed. "We can go pick up some paint tomorrow," she suggested. "Spend the afternoon painting." It would take a while, but they could go room by room to paint what they wanted to paint and do unpacking afterward. "I still can't believe we have the whole place to do whatever we want," she admitted, rolling over so she could face Tracey. "It's nice," she told her. "Already feels like home, even filled with boxes." -- The flat didn’t yet feel like home to Tracey, but she didn’t need it to. She’d long since discovered that really the only thing she needed to feel at home anymore was Daphne. That in itself had been a scary enough realization to put off moving in together, until the other woman finally wore her down and convinced her that this would be a good thing. She was still afraid--for both of them--but Tracey was a Slytherin, and she was tired of letting fear get in the way of the things she wanted. She lightly kissed Daphne’s cheek and then the corner of her mouth, and pushed her hair gently behind her ear. Most people probably didn’t know Tracey was capable of that kind of affection, but that was simply because she had very little desire to show that side of her to most people. It didn’t mean she wasn’t capable of it. She was just very selective. “Any other gross couple things you think we need to do besides paint?” she asked, fighting off a grin. -- Daphne smiled at the kisses and that gentle touch. She liked that no one knew Tracey as well as she did. At least not well enough to know this gentle side of her. She was a different person, sometimes, behind closed doors. Daphne could hardly get enough of her on most days. Today was no different. She leaned into that touch, her fingertips gently brushing along Tracey's side. "Gross couple things?," she laughed. "Come on, they're not that bad." She smiled anyway, though. "I can think of a few things that we can do but they're not gross," she assured Tracey, leaning in to steal another kiss. |