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Trace (withouta) wrote in veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-09-03 11:07:00

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aidan chambers, tracey davis

RP Thread - Tracey and Aidan
Who: Tracey and Aidan
Where: Train Station
When: Sept 3, evening
What: Tracey plays head games with Aidan and unwillingly gets sucked in as well.

Tracey Davis had a problem. The problem was this: out of the thirteen trunks she'd brought with her from Berlin, only eleven had arrived in London. This was unacceptable. Nevermind the fact that Tracey had so many clothes and shoes that she wouldn't even know what was in those missing trunks; the fact was that the trunks were missing, and the ticket agent was being extremely uncooperative.

"No," she said, very slowly and clearly, as if to a particularly slow child, "see my luggage claim ticket? This tells me how many trunks I've checked. There are thirteen. See? Thirteen. Do you know how many trunks I have now? Count them."

The ticket agent sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Miss Davis--"

"Count them."

The agent counted them. And then, after a moment, reluctantly said, "I'll see what I can do."

"Don't just see," Tracey snarled. "Do." And, watching the agent scurry away, she sighed and leaned against the counter. "I hate England."

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	withouta 2008-09-03 02:54 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm waiting for the agent to come back and tell me where my trunks are," Tracey huffed, reminded that she'd been waiting for a while now. Funny how she hadn't noticed the passage of time while she'd spoken to this sort-of-stranger. "And if he doesn't get back in thirty seconds, I'm going to get him sacked." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

aidans
2008-09-03 03:06 pm UTC (link)

"Or you could be merciful and just pull out his guts." Aidan smiled, thinking Tracey made a joke. Aidan took a look at his watch and then met Tracey's eyes again. "And the idea of having everything delivered to your place and not waiting at all doesn't sound appealing to you?" He asked, still smiling. "Leave your address and they'll get it to you. And the man can keep his job and his intestines."

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withouta
2008-09-03 03:12 pm UTC (link)

From the contemplative look on Tracey's face, however, it was clear that she was seriously considering Aidan's suggestion of disemboweling the agent. The girl was a daughter and sister of Death Eaters, after all.

"Well, he has to come back before I can leave anything with him, hasn't he," she pointed out. "Although if he can lose two trunks Merlin knows what he'll do with a slip of parchment with my contact information. Maybe if I use permanent ink on his hand...I wonder where I'd get that. Anyway, he was rude to me. So I'm going to shout at him some more when he gets back."

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aidans
2008-09-03 03:21 pm UTC (link)

She didn't take his suggestion seriously, did she? Aidan looked curiously at Tracey, though he couldn't quite make up his mind. This woman was a bloody enigma wrapped up in a riddle and perfumed with...something that cost more than he made in a whole year most likely. He shouldn't even be talking to her.

And yet, Aidan couldn't bring himself to leave. He wanted to witness the show (and possibly keep her from murdering the poor man). "Tracey, surely you realize that it wasn't him personally who lost your trunks." And then he realized that he never once introduced himself. "I'm Aidan by the way." He deliberately left out the last name, figuring that she couldn't possibly remember anyway. It wasn't as if he had ever talking to her in school.

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withouta
2008-09-03 03:31 pm UTC (link)

So he did know her. Tracey lifted her eyebrows, about to ask where he knew her from, when the red-faced agent returned with two giant trunks floating after him.

"Very sorry, Miss Davis," the agent panted. "It turns out the trunks were placed in the wrong compartment."

"I told you they were missing," Tracey said with satisfaction, and stared at him pointedly until the man nodded in agreement.

Mollified and deciding that he didn't need to be injured after all, Tracey turned to Aidan and gave him a dazzling smile. "Help me bring my trunks to my hotel, Aidan?" she said, suddenly sweetness and light. She didn't want to leave just yet before she solved the mystery of who he was, and what better way to prolong their contact by having him help her with his trunks?

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aidans
2008-09-03 03:54 pm UTC (link)

Aidan watched the whole exchange with thinly-veiled amusement, ready to go his own way again and perhaps start a bit research when suddenly his head spun and his knees went weak. He made a small step toward Tracey, cursed himself for not having gotten the tiniest bit better since his ill-fated crush in school and stopped. The Irishman's instincts told him to run.

"Sure," Aidan heard himself say, idly wondering why he sounded so breathless. He cleared his throat, caught a pitying look from the agent and shrugged it off. "Let's get those trunks of yours packed up." He said and, concentrating on the trunks, started shrinking them into a more manageable size.

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withouta
2008-09-03 04:06 pm UTC (link)

Tracey rewarded him with a beaming smile, feeling much better already. She did so like it when things went her way, and having a fit man dance attendance on her was right up there on top of her Getting Her Way List. The agent could get away without a tongue-lashing after all.

"You have them all?" she asked, after he was done. She did a quick count; she didn't want to lose one of her trunks now that she'd finally gotten them all back. "Bring them close; I have a portkey to the hotel." Apparently the Chelsmore was only a few blocks away from the station, but she'd demanded a portkey, since she didn't want to bother with memorising the lobby to Apparate into or attempt the walk in her heels.

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aidans
2008-09-03 04:19 pm UTC (link)

Being prepared this time around Aidan fared mildly better with the smile (she needed a bloody license for that smile! It was dangerous!) and managed to smile back.

"Lass, do I look like the kind of man who would risk annoying you?" He grinned and held up his hand in which the miniature trunks lay. He closed his fist, protecting Tracey's luggage and stepped a little closer. A tiny, reckless voice - the one that suggested they should re-form the DA - urged Aidan to do something. His smile became a tad bit mischievous.

"Just how close are we talking about, Miss Davis?" Aidan asked, managing to look utterly innocent.

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withouta
2008-09-03 04:51 pm UTC (link)

No stranger to mock innocence herself, Tracey slowly smiled back. Then, with slow deliberation, she sashayed up to him, slid her arm around his, and pressed herself close.

"Just so my things don't get lost," she whispered, though her eyes glittered with returning mischief. Without waiting for a reply, she activated the rubber band on the counter, and dismissed the sudden jerk of her stomach as an effect of the portkey.

They arrived right in the lobby of the Chelsmore, where Tracey quickly checked in and then led Aidan up the stairs to her room. She was glad that she'll be able to sit down soon; her feet were beginning to hurt. And then after that she was going to have to contact Charlotte and tell her she was back, a conversation she was not looking for.

In the meantime, there was still a mystery to solve. "How do you know me?" she asked curiously. He could have just recognised her from her tabloid exploits, but he looked vaguely familiar as well, so he couldn't have been a total stranger.

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aidans
2008-09-04 06:02 am UTC (link)

Aidan's smirk deepened as Tracey approached and took his arm. He could seriously do with this kind of close, the Irishman decided, a jolt of excitement running through him. It was incredible. These kinds of things never happened to him. They happened to his friends who tended to look better than he did or they happened in books but not to him. And yet there he was, giving Tracey smouldering looks – that were unfortunately interrupted by the pull of the portkey.

He followed Tracey to her room in a bit of a daze, discreetly trying to pinch himself to see if this was real (judging from the pain he got when he pinched himself – it was) and before Aidan was fully aware what was happening, they were in Tracey's room and his heart beat far too rapidly to be allowed and he had to remind himself to breathe.

Aidan put down her trunks and resized them to their proper size before turning back to Tracey. "What? Oh, from school."

Aidan smiled shyly. "We were in the same year." I was the bloke who drooled over you for years and never talked to you, his mind supplied unhelpfully but Aidan shrugged it off. "Aidan Chambers. I was in Ravenclaw."

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withouta
2008-09-04 11:44 am UTC (link)

Tracey studied him for a moment, trying to imagine him in Ravenclaw colours and sitting in her classes. No -- no recollection at all. But in her imagination, he looked very good in his Hogwarts uniform. She suddenly wondered what he'd look like out of it.

"I don't remember you," she said dismissively, but her gaze was still taking him in. She hadn't missed the shyness in his smile; it was an irresistible call to play with his head a little. That ought to be fun. She smiled coquettishly. "But it was good of you to carry my trunks. How can I thank you?"

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aidans
2008-09-04 01:47 pm UTC (link)

"Thanks. Not being remembered is just what a man wants to hear." Aidan responded dryly. "My ego lies in shambles and it's your fault." He said, managing to keep a straight face for about half a minute before his eyes were drawn back to Tracey's. Aidan realized that he was being manipulated and hated himself for being so weak. The man he wanted to be would flick her off easily and leave with his dignity intact.

Aidan, however, seemed incapable of moving, his eyes still locked with Tracey's. "How do yer want ter tank me?" He whispered, his Irish lilt enhanced by...well, he preferred not to think about the reason.

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	withouta 2008-09-04 02:15 pm UTC (link)
	Tracey smiled. And then, without ever taking her gaze off his, she slowly sashayed over to him, slid her hand up his chest and behind his neck, and tugged him down for a kiss. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	aidans 2008-09-04 02:37 pm UTC (link)
	Aidan froze in shock and all of a sudden - as abruptly as he had frozen, his hesitation melted and instincts took over. Aidan wasn't even aware that he pulled Tracey into his arms, nor that he kissed her back with a passion that surprised him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

withouta
2008-09-04 03:03 pm UTC (link)

As soon as Tracey's lips touched his, she realised that this was an extremely bad idea. She'd only intended to tease him a little, make him give her a few more of those moon-eyed looks before sending him on his way -- or, if he were a decent kisser, perhaps invite him into her room to see what else he was decent at. What she hadn't planned on was to be just as affected as he apparently was. Her arms wound tightly around him as she kissed him back with just as much passion and hunger, until they were both breathless.

When finally they broke off for air, she stared at him, eyes dark with desire. "Thanks," she gasped. And then, without further word, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him to the bedroom.

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