Tag to Aidan!
Who: Tracey and Aidan When: Morning, Sept 10 Where: Aidan's flat What: Aidan and Tracey finally put strings on their relationship.
Tracey Davis woke up not knowing where she was. This wasn't unusual: given all the travelling that she did and the men she slept with, she tended to lose track of where she was sleeping. At least this time she didn't have a hangover, which was always a bonus. As consciousness slowly returned to her, so did memories of how she ended up here: dancing with Terry; seeing Aidan Chamber snog some blond slag...Aidan Chambers. Whose arms she was currently wrapped up in, and who was still sleeping, his tousled curls falling over his face and giving him a peaceful, boyish look. Aidan Chambers, who actually wanted some sort of relationship with her, which she'd apparently agreed to, somewhere between fevered whispers and breathless moans. She must have gone and lost her mind. That wasn't the scary thing, though. The scary thing was that she didn't really seem to want it back.
With a sigh, she carefully disentangled herself from his arms and slid out of bed. Her lovely indigo dress, the one she'd gone dancing in, was in a heap on the floor, and she didn't even know where her knickers were. She wasn't going to be able to put herself back into the dress, so she went hunting around his closet for a shirt she could borrow. It provided a good opportunity for her to learn more about this annoying yet addicting man.